AN - A small drabble I wrote this evening after a wave of inspiration. It's fairly deep, and quiet serious, but still Hameron fluff :) Reviews are love...

Believe.

What do you believe in?
Do you believe in your next breath?
That it will be there?
Do you believe in chance or fate, that you
Were born to be here in this time, this moment, this place?
Do you believe that you were born to go gently into this night?
Or do you believe that you were born to fight?
- Poem by Esther Iverem

"What do you believe in?" asked House softly as he and Cameron lay in bed one morning.

Cameron had her back pressed to his chest, her fingers tracing intricate patterns on his forearm that was wrapped around her middle.

"Hmm?" she mumbled, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to hear his question.

"What do you believe in?" he repeated as his kissed the back of her neck.

She was quiet for a moment, thinking about his question. It was such a complex question for the morning, and had so many answers. What did she believe in?

"I believe in science," she said quietly, her fingers never leaving his arm. She felt him smile slightly against her neck as he kissed it softly.

"I believe in logic and people and I believe that everything happens for a reason,"

Cameron was quiet again for a minute and House breathed in her morning scent; skin, clean hair, clean sheets and something uniquely Cameron.

"I believe in music," she said "and the power it has over people and their emotions."

Then she carefully turned over so she was facing him, her hand stretching up to stroke his neck, another days stubble rough under her fingers.

"I believe in love," she whispered and he looked down at her, catching her eye as his hands wrapped around her back.

Cameron smiled a small smile. "I believe in you,"

Her fingers teased the soft hairs on the back of his neck and House couldn't resist – he lowered his head slightly and brushed his lips across hers.

"I believe that this was meant to happen, that we were meant to happen. Everything has lead me to this moment, to you,"

House looked into her eyes before lowering his head to her shoulder, his hands never stopping their gentle caress along her naked back. They laid in silence for a while, morning light stretching across them in a gorgeous, summery way.

"What about you?" whispered Cameron into his ear "What do you believe in?"

She knew it could be a dangerous question, but she hoped that as she softly ran her fingers through his hair and the summer sun peaked its head above the horizon and strectched across their carpet, he wouldn't clam up or make a joke and their sincere, honest conversation would be forgotten.

At first, Cameron thought that he'd fallen asleep, but every now and again he placed a kiss on her shoulder and his hands never stilled. He was thinking.

"I believe in the truth," he said after a while. "I believe in science and Darwin's Theory of Evolution,"

Cameron smiled against him briefly.

"I believe in Wilson's cooking and art and music and Shakespeare and Beethoven," he said. "I believe in life – that everything we do matters,"

Then House lifted his head and Cameron found his sparkling blue eyes with hers.

"And I believe in love, even though I never have before," He smiled at her. "I don't believe in love at first sight but I believe in falling in love and realising that you'd do anything in your power to make someone else smile,"

Cameron smiled widely and leaned in to kiss him deeply. Then House laughed.

"I'm such a sap," he mumbled and Cameron grinned before kissing him again, his mouth opening beneath hers.

"I love you," said Cameron as they broke apart.

"I love you too,"

Cameron rested her head on his chest, feeling the drum of his heart and the gentle rhythm of his breathing.

"I believe in us," said House quietly after a moment.

A smile tugged at Cameron's mouth. "Me too,"