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House

Cam and I lazed away the afternoon on the couch, watching movies and eating leftover pizza. I couldn't recall a time when things had felt so easy and relaxed with a woman. Of course, I could hardly call Cam an ordinary woman. She had given me not just one extra chance, but two, really. It was nothing short of miraculous, and I'm not one to believe in miracles.

However, all good things have to come to an end, and Sunday evening found me back at my place, fiddling around on the piano, reliving the weekend. Monday morning was going to be mighty interesting, no question. I didn't quite know how I was going to handle my blossoming relationship with Cam on the work front. All I knew was…nothing. I didn't know anything. I was sailing in uncharted waters. There are worse places to be, I suppose. Oddly enough, this was one instance where I didn't mind not knowing. As long as Cam was with me, I'd follow this road wherever it led. I chuckled at my uncharacteristically sentimental thought, allowing the music to flow out of my fingers.

Yes, Monday would be interesting, indeed.

Cameron

Greg and I spent the afternoon sharing movies, leftover pizza, and laughter. It was as if we were in our own little world, one I was reluctant to leave. This weekend had revealed a very different Gregory House, the one I knew was deep in hiding all the time I had known him. He would never admit it, of course, but I knew, and that's all that really mattered. I hoped things wouldn't change too much come Monday morning, and I was a little apprehensive about how we would handle the work situation.

Eventually Greg had to head home, and I had a long list of neglected chores to attend to. As I collected laundry, I noticed he had somehow left his button down shirt behind. I put it on while I did my mundane household tasks, occasionally lifting the collar to take a deep whiff of Greg's signature scent. I giggled a bit, chiding myself for acting like a teenager with her first crush. His shirt did smell awfully good, though.

Monday would be…interesting, to say the least.

Wilson

I had already been in my office for a couple hours, looking over patient files and finishing paperwork leftover from the weekend. I hadn't heard from House since his slightly panicked call Saturday night, and I hoped for his sake that he was able to get up the nerve to at least talk to Cameron. She seemed nice enough, after all, and I was pretty sure she didn't want to break his heart.

I got my answer soon after. I heard a familiar step-thump in the hallway, followed by a booming baritone. "Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day…"

What. The. Hell. The voice got louder the closer it came to my office. I tensed slightly, awaiting the inevitable arrival of Hurricane House.

He merely poked his head in the door. "Morning, Jimmy." Jimmy? Hmm…this could go either way…

"Morning, House. How was your weekend?" I was guarded, not sure what to expect.

House tilted his head and looked toward the ceiling. "Mmm…can't complain…for once."

Come on, House. Believe it or not, I've got other things to do besides play head games with you. He ducked into my office and closed the door. He glanced around the room, looked down at his feet, then looked at me with a serious expression.

"You were right." I thought I was going to faint. This *never* happens. Ever.

"What?!"

He sighed and looked annoyed. "I said…you were right." House's mouth twitched in what was almost a smile. "I went back, you know. I…talked to her…you could say we…worked it out." He smirked a little and winked at me. "See you at lunch? You're buying, you know."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I know. See you around, House."

He turned around and walked out of my office. I could have sworn he had just a bit of a bounce in his step, and he was whistling that same damn song he had entered singing. The world had gone crazy for sure, but maybe, just maybe, this was a bit of crazy we could all learn to live with.

Cameron

I got to work a little later than usual, having slept through my alarm. Guess that weekend took more out of me than I thought. Oof. Despite my tiredness, I was feeling good, and I was humming when I walked into the conference room.

Chase and Foreman were both there when I entered humming. Foreman arched an eyebrow at me over his medical journal, and Chase just looked at me with a ponderous expression as I wandered over to the coffeemaker and started a fresh pot.

"Morning, guys." They nodded and murmured in greeting.

I filled my cup and made my way to the laptop, starting my usual ritual of checking e-mails before moving on to researching the article I was working on. I felt two pairs of eyes on me, but didn't say anything. Let them work their minds a little bit. It won't hurt them any. I smiled to myself and took another sip of coffee.

Just then Greg…House entered the conference room…whistling. Whistling? Oh…this could go a couple of different ways. Don't. Say. Anything.

He hung his cane on the whiteboard and tossed copies of a case file onto the table, then filled his mug. Limping over to the whiteboard, he picked up a marker and started scribbling symptoms on the board. He stopped to take a drink of his coffee, sighing appreciatively.

"That's a damn good cup of coffee, Cameron. Almost as good as the stuff you made yesterday morning." He looked directly at me and winked suggestively. I blushed furiously, and Foreman held his hand out to Chase. Chase grumbled and slapped a 50 dollar bill in his palm.

House turned to Chase and shook his head. "You'd think you'd know better by now. Quit betting against Foreman and maybe you'll start keeping some of your money. Okay, differential diagnosis, people…"

And we were off and running. It was just another day, and I couldn't be happier.

House

Everyone reacted pretty much as expected to the news of mine and Cameron's new relationship. Relationship? Yes, relationship. That's what the cool kids are calling it nowadays.

Wilson was delighted, Foreman was amused, Chase was annoyed, and Cuddy warned me that our relationship had better not interfere with our work, but I think she was cool with it, too. Oh, and the best part…Cameron's beet red face as I commented on her coffee. She would probably threaten to kill me later, but it was so worth it just to see the other ducklings' reactions. One of these days that bonehead Chase is going to start learning to keep his money. Foreman's a hell of a lot more observant than he lets on.

Speaking for myself…I was hopeful for the first time in years. Maybe I actually had a reason now. Yeah, that whole thing about being changed by a good woman's love is basically bullshit, but it didn't mean I didn't want to do better. Whatever the future brought, as long as Cameron was along for the ride, things couldn't be all bad.

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