Disclaimer: Still don't own House, MD!

A/N: I don't know how everyone else is feeling, but I'm thinking that to go through every SINGLE day they have in Vienna might get a little tedious. So, I'm thinking one or two more chapters after this one before they go back to Princeton and have to deal with real life…

House awoke in the middle of the night, once more concerned by the fact that Cameron had left his bed. Though last night he'd been able to write it off, now he was going to have to think about it. It occurred to him that she wanted to give him space; that she worried that he would feel overwhelmed if they spent too much time together. In a way, that made sense. She'd been pretty good about giving him time to himself every day, which did actually help. House was not a person who could stand to be with someone for twenty-four hours straight, regardless of how much he did or did not like that person. On the other hand, at night it was perfectly acceptable to want to be with someone else. He missed the warmth of her body, and couldn't help but smile when he thought about the way she cuddled up to him.

Resolved, House threw the sheets off, and searched for his boxers. Once they were found, he threw open the door to his bedroom, and he limped across the living room. Without preamble, he threw open the door to her bedroom. It slammed against the wall, which quickly woke up Cameron. She sat straight up in bed and rubbed her eyes.

"Greg? Wha-what are you doing?"

"I was cold," he offered, pulling back the covers and forcing her to scoot over. "And you left," he accused.

"'M sorry," she mumbled, placing her head on his chest as he lifted his arm. After a moment, she wrapped her arm around his bare torso.

"I'll think about forgiving you later." She mumbled something else, but he couldn't make it out. For a moment he watched her, absently stroking her hair. In a few minutes, both were asleep once more.

Cameron wasn't sure what to expect when she woke up and realized that House wasn't there. It was only nine, which was way too early for him to wake up. Unless, of course, he was in pain.

"Greg?" she called out. When she heard a grunt from the living room, she opened the door of her bedroom, and peeked out. Sure enough, House was lying on the couch, his arm covering his face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Cameron couldn't help but smile at such a stubborn statement. The edge to his voice told her that he was very obviously not okay. So, instead of taking him at his word, Cameron walked to the couch.

"Greg." When he didn't respond to her voice, she let her knee graze his bad leg.

"Fuck, Cameron! Fuck! Just hand me my damn Vicodin." He glared at her as she passed him his pill bottle, but she only smirked in response.

"Come on, I'll run you a hot bath."

"Are you going tojoin me in said bath? You know, I had no idea you were wearing such naughty sleepwear last night." Cameron looked down at her black silk, admittedly short, nightgown and smiled. Only Greg House could be lying in couch in unbelievable pain and still find the energy to make a sexual comment.

"I'll think about it," she teased, heading back into her bedroom to reach the bathroom. House wasn't going to admit how relieved he felt when he heard the water start to run. Even the sound of the running water let him relax slightly—he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When Cameron lightly placed her hand against his shoulder, he felt as if he might actually make it to the bathroom without collapsing.

Cameron wasn't sure if she should offer to help him walk—he'd somehow retrieved his cane from his room, so she didn't want to assume that he wouldn't be able to make it to the bathroom. But she couldn't help the worry that she felt when he took slow, halting steps towards her room. When he faltered, she rushed up to him, and put her arms around his waist. House looked down at her, his face expressing only pain, but his eyes showing her just a hint of resentment.

"Greg, please, just let me help." She wasn't pleading with him; she was just asking. After a curt nod, they both made their way slowly to the bathroom. Cameron was so concentrated on her task that she missed the looks House shot her way.

He wasn't sure what to make of her. She didn't seem to pity him, which was good. Sometimes he knew that Stacy pitied him, and that always put him in a bad mood. If he needed pity, he'd… well, he'd ask for it. Instead, her grip was firm, and her face was determined. All he could figure out was that she was intent on helping him relieve his pain. Finally she realized that he was watching her. She looked up at him and smiled, but this time it was a smile that he'd never seen before. It was… intimate. It was something just for him. That made him smile in return.

"Ready?" she whispered when they finally made it to the bathroom. He had to lean on her as she helped him to take off his boxers. Cameron smirked when she saw the heat in his eyes, and she felt herself blush. "Get in the tub, Greg."

"Didn't you say you'd join me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I said I'd think about joining you. First, though, you get in." She helped him into the steaming hot water, and smiled as he let out a sigh of relief. "It's not too hot?"

"No, it's perfect." He leaned back and closed his eyes. Cameron sat on the floor next to the tub, and dipped her fingertips into the water. She swished the water back and forth a bit as House continued to relax. "It'd be even more perfect, though, if you'd just get in here with me. It's certainly a big enough tub." This time, she just ignored his request, and continued to play with the water.

"Does this happen often?" Cameron asked, lowering her voice. When House didn't say anything right away, she assumed he wasn't going to answer.

"It depends. Sometimes it happens once a month, sometimes once every two months, or sometimes once a week."

"What do you usually do?"

"Take Vicodin, take a bath…" he trailed off, shrugging. "Sometimes walking helps. But you know what helps get rid of pain? Endorphins. Do you know what gives you endorphins?"

"Chocolate?" House opened his eyes, and turned to look at Cameron, who was resting her chin on the rim of the tub. She gave him that special smile once more. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head disapprovingly. Her laugh echoed around the room. "How about a massage?"

"That's a start," he grumbled. Cameron pondered the logistics of this. It seemed that the best idea would be to sit on the rim of the tub, but put her feet on either side of his body. It would be uncomfortable no matter how she managed it, but this seemed to be the best idea. She stood up and slowly put her feet in still scalding water. House watched her with interest as she turned towards him.

"Do not get any funny ideas, all right?" House nodded dutifully, though Cameron knew that she would have to be on the lookout. She sat on the rim of the tub, and began to massage House's aching thigh. Though she couldn't admit that she was an expert, she soon figured out what House needed. Occasionally he would give her some direction, but on the whole, she worked in silence. After a while, she looked up and noticed that House's gaze was firmly planted on her chest. She paused, and looked down, quickly realizing what had caught his attention. The collar of her nightgown revealed, well, a lot. Cameron smirked.

"Hey, keep working." Then, to her great surprise, House splashed her. Sputtering, Cameron tried to wipe the water from her face. Then she looked down at her nightgown and rolled her eyes. When she noticed the way that the wet silk clung to her breasts, she knew that House had probably been planning that for a while.

"What, are you fifteen?"

"Maybe," he allowed, grabbing her wrists and pulling her into the tub. She squealed as her lower body was completely submerged under water.

"Oh, Greg!" she whined. House, on the other hand, was inordinately pleased with himself. He raised a wet hand to her cheek, and drew her closer to him. Resigned to her soaked fate, Cameron sighed and placed her hands on either side of his shoulders.

"See? This is much better, I think," House said, taking his other arm out of the water, and wrapping it around her waist. He drew her closer to him, pressing her torso against his. Despite her original annoyance, Cameron couldn't help but smile.

"Maybe." For a moment, both hesitated, staring into the other's eyes. Then Cameron took the lead and lightly pressed her lips against his. House quickly deepened the kiss as his tongue ran along her lower lip, demanding entrance. It was not a clean, movie kiss, but rather a messy, desperate one. Their teeth clashed together, causing House to grunt softly. The limited range of motion in the tub frustrated him as he bumped his elbow against the side for the third time. He was reaching for the hem of her nightgown in an effort to remove it, but it was clinging stubbornly to her thighs, denying him what he wanted. Growling, House raised a wet hand and roughly grabbed Cameron's breast. She moaned into his mouth, raking her fingernails down his arms.

House's hands wandered over her body, feeling her through the wet silk. He cupped her bottom, enjoying the small whimpering noise she made when he did so. She ground her pelvis against him, and the silk seemed to flutter in the water before finally settling and covering his erection.

"Oh, God, Allison," he hissed. The sound of her first name on his lips seemed to excite her, and she quickly lifted her hips and guided him to her entrance. They both moaned as she slid down his length, both enjoying the feeling of being joined together.

Slowly Cameron began to move on top of him, and as she did, the water from the tub began to slosh over the sides. As their movements became more frenzied, they created more and more waves. Being in the water allowed House to move a bit more easily than he would normally, and he thrust roughly into her, raising his hips to meet her. The water almost continually splashed violently against Cameron's back, soaking her hair and the back of her nightgown. When House could feel her inner muscles begin to tighten around him, he reached for her breast.

"Allison, come for me," he urged. She began to gasp, and House increased his pace. "Allison!" he yelled. They both came hard as she dug her nails into his shoulders and moaned his name.

"Feel better?" she whispered, placing her head against his chest. House looked down at her, intrigued by the way her hair moved in the water.

"Yeah. I told you my idea was better…" He laughed as she splashed him.

House was in a considerably good mood an hour later, after they'd finally managed to take showers and get dressed. Well, he was dressed; Cameron was still primping. He was humming and pretending that the coffee table in the living room was a piano.

"I didn't realize you played piano," she said, finally dressed. House inspected her from head to toe, thoroughly enjoying the flirty sundress she was wearing.

"I do," he acknowledged. She opened her mouth to say something, but then they heard a knock on their door. Both House and Cameron raised their eyebrows, unsure of what to do. When whoever it was knocked again, Cameron walked to the door and opened it.

"Chase! Foreman! What's up?"

"Hey, we were wondering if you were around and wanted to get some lunch." House heard Chase's voice from the living room.

"It's lunchtime already?" Cameron exclaimed, checking her watch. Indeed, it was just past noon. She wondered where the time had gone. Surely, they hadn't spent that much time in the tub… Well, there was also…

"Yeah, so are you guys game?"

"No!" House called out from the living room. "We have plans!" When both Foreman and Chase looked to Cameron for explanation, she shrugged. House appeared behind her, still humming to himself. "We're free for dinner, though. How would you like to try a heuriger?"

"A what?" Foreman asked. Chase knew what he was talking about, though.

"What time?"

"Seven-thirty?"

"Sounds good. Where do you want to meet?" House thought about that for a moment.

"How about we start out in the Heiligenstadt U-Bahn station?"

"See you there, then." With that, Chase ushered Foreman out of the doorway, and a very confused Cameron shut the door behind them.

"What's going on?" Cameron asked. House smiled, and pressed her up against the door. He kissed her neck, lightly placing a hand on her waist. "Greg? What are we doing today?"

"Today is Beethoven day!" he announced, releasing her and stepping back. "We're going to have a day of everything Beethoven."

"Okay, why Beethoven?"

"You asked me who my favorite composer was. The answer, in case you have yet to figure it out, is Beethoven. So get your purse, or whatever other girly things you need, and we're going to head out." Cameron smiled, and kissed him.

"Be right back."

The frustrating thing about letting House choose what to do was not being told where you were going. They were currently sitting in a tram car, watching the city go by, but it was Cameron who watched most intently, desperately trying to figure out their direction. The city began to look less and less like it did in the First District. It was only once it seemed that they were in a completely different place, though Cameron assumed they were actually still in Vienna, that they got off.

"Okay, House, seriously tell me where we are."

"We're at the Central Cemetery."

"And this has to with Beethoven how?"

"He's here."

"Oh." Cameron looked at the gates in front of them, thinking for a moment. Then she looked to her right and saw flower stands. Without hesitation, she walked up to one of the women selling flowers, and awkwardly asked her in English to pick out two roses. House stared at her as she returned, holding out a pink rose.

"What is this?" he asked, staring at the rose as if it were some alien object.

"It's a rose. You know, for Beethoven."

"Oh, God, Cameron. He is dead, you know. He's not going to know whether or not we left him roses." But House held onto his rose all the same. Cameron smiled, but made no reply. Together they walked into the cemetery. House had been here years ago, back when he'd been a poor student backpacking throughout Europe. If he remembered correctly, it shouldn't be too hard to find the musicians. Thankfully, a handful of tourists were milling about, armed with cameras. They might as well have been waving big red flags and screaming, "Famous people buried here!"

"There he is," Cameron said, pointing towards a grave. House nodded, and followed her, noting all of the other big names in the near vicinity. Schubert and Brahms in particular stuck out. He smiled when he watched Cameron reverently place her rose in front of Beethoven's grave. When she looked at him expectantly, House rolled his eyes, and tossed his rose. "Should we say something?" Cameron asked. House covered his face with his hand.

"Like what, Cameron? He's dead."

"Well, he's your favorite composer. Tell me something about him. How did he die?"

"Liver cirrhosis, probably." She was staring at the grave with a bit of wonderment, and House stepped next to her. "He wasn't necessarily an alcoholic, but he did drink a fair amount, as many people did in those days. His father, though, he was an alcoholic, and may have been an abusive one at that. His mother died of tuberculosis when he was young."

"Did Beethoven ever marry?" Almost without thinking, Cameron reached for House's hand and squeezed it lightly. She frowned as she looked to either of the side of the grave, noting that there was no one directly next to him.

"Nope. No wife, no kids. It's not that he didn't want them, but it just never worked out. Beethoven was… a difficult man." House smiled bitterly, staring at the grave in front of him. Cameron squeezed his hand once more. "He was a genius, though, and through his music he'll live forever."

"Maybe he just never met the right woman," Cameron suggested. "Or maybe he did and they both just let things get in the way."

"Or maybe he was just meant to die alone. Maybe he would never have accomplished everything he did if he had been married."

"Or maybe he would have accomplished more." There was a pause. "Beethoven was deaf, wasn't he? That must have been difficult for such a musician, right? He'd probably have to worry that people wouldn't take him seriously as a composer if they thought that he was deficient in some way. Who would want to listen to music written by someone who couldn't hear, right?"

"But then you listen to it, and you realize…" House trailed off as he shot Cameron a suspicious look. "You realize that nothing could have held him back, except Beethoven himself."

"If he had let his doubts and insecurities get the best of him, imagine what the world would have been like. But he probably hid behind his irascible exterior." Cameron elaborated, smiling.

"Do you even know any of Beethoven's pieces?" House asked, turning towards her.

"Not really, no," she confessed.

"And yet you pretend to know him so well," he accused. Cameron shrugged and stepped closer to him.

"It just sounds like I've met a few people like him before." She lightly placed a hand against his chest.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he shot back, covering her hand with his own. Smiling, Cameron took one step closer to him, so that their bodies were less than an inch apart.

"You never know…"

Seven-thirty came quicker than they realized. After the cemetery, they'd gone across the city (again) all the way to Heiligenstadt, where they visited a few more Beethoven spots, including the apartments where he'd written the famous Heiligenstadt Testament. Of course, about two hours ago, Cameron had had no idea what that was, but House had explained it well enough: "He wanted to kill himself, moaned about it, but then decided not to because of his Art." Turns out that that wasn't too far off, but it was much more touching to read Beethoven's document.

They'd also walked around the suburb, enjoying the trees and paths. House had told her more about Beethoven's life—clearly he'd read a book or two—and she'd listened attentively. Honestly, now she was curious to listen to some of Beethoven's music. Maybe when they got back to Princeton… Cameron frowned, thinking about having to leave Vienna. She wasn't even close to ready for that, but she knew that it would come quicker than she thought. Because they were waiting for Foreman and Chase in the U-Bahn station, Cameron didn't wrap her arms around House like she wanted to.

House, perhaps sensing her frustration, looked down at her. After a quick look around the station, he leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he stood up straight once more. Cameron smiled at him—her special smile just for him—and was still smiling at him when Chase and Foreman walked up to them.

"Hey guys," Chase greeted. "How was your day?"

"Great," Cameron replied, still looking at House. "Great."