It was later that night and House and Cameron had not been able to see each other for the rest of the day, Cameron had clinic duty to attend to, even promising to do a few of his hours if he made her dinner that night. House however had been called into Cuddy's office to give a medical opinion on a high profile case, and to explain once again his attitude, this time on Doctor Adam's son's situation.

Wilson had now taken over the case with Adams acting under him, but it was unlikely the child had a month left to live, something he had not divulged with the rest of his team, as even the thought of that woman made him want to hit something with his cane.

The door knocked and House called out, "It's open!"

"You know it's still polite to open the door to people," Cameron yelled back laughing, making her way to the kitchen she kissed him lightly on the lips before spinning around, "You like my outfit?"

"Can I just jump you now?" House replied, her plain black trousers clung to her long legs while the curves of her waist were accentuated in a red corset, lots of string keeping it together. "Depends on whether or not you've chosen which takeout menus were having dinner from." House just stared at her, "I'll take that as a no."

"How do you know I can't cook?" Cameron pulled a face tapping him lightly on the nose, "I've spoken to Wilson, that's how I know." She smiled, but it was strained and House looked at her intently, "Allison," he whispered, and she knew he could tell there was something wrong, in the six months they had been together she could count the amount of time he had called her Allison on one hand. "What's wrong?" He closed the gap between them, looking down at her and she struggled to remain in control.

"I spoke to Adams today,"
"Crap." House said and Cameron stood back in shock.

"You knew! A month is all he's got left House, after I told her the results, I went to Wilson to see him hugging her as she cried her eyes out. Why did you make me do the tests?" The sudden question caught him off guard and he rubbed his face with his free hand. "Because you were the logical choice, Foreman is dating her and Chase would have found it equally as hard."

"And what, you thought I'd be cold? That I'd find it easier to tell her?" She had no idea where this sudden anger came from and it shocked her, House tried to reach out to her but she stood further away. Whatever he wanted to say she wanted to see him say it, wanted to see his reaction.

"I told you to take the tests because I knew that you would be sympathetic, you'd try and put yourself in her shoes, feel what she's feeling. It's one of the reasons I love you so god damned much, and you have no idea how hard it is to say that." He looked her in the eye, aware of the pain that was beginning to shoot up his leg but he needed to say this to her. "Even so, I knew you'd be able to tell her, when crunch came to crunch you would." Cameron's face softened, "I know it's hard for you to say that." The question was now forgotten, their conversation steered towards their relationship, and neither of them had spoken about it before, taking the relationship as it came.

House shook his head, "You can't. I… damn it. After Stacy left I swore to myself I would never let anyone in again, ever. Then you came along and you worm your way in."

"I figured it would be more subtle than banging you over the head with your own cane," she whispered, and he smiled,

"Good, because after Wilson sawed my last one in half this is the only one I have left." He winced as pain shot up his leg and he dry swallowed two vicodin. "Why are you with me?" He asked her, and she smiled still keeping her distance, "Purely for the motorbike."

When he didn't smile she shrugged, "Because I feel something when I'm with you, my heart races and logic takes a backseat. You were wrong when I said I wanted to fix you, I'm interested in who you are now, not what you could be."

"I'm a sarcastic, sadistic bastard who manages to hurt anyone I come into contact with, that's who I am now." She closed the gap between them, looking into his eyes, so close to him. "Yes, but you're forgetting what you are."

He cocked his head to the side, "What am I?"

"Mine." His mind suddenly went into overdrive as his heart let of fireworks. He managed to keep his face straight; even now he found it hard to be straight with her. "If I'm yours you have to take care of me. You can order dinner."

"You're paying though." She said, poking him in the ribs as they made their way into the main room, sitting down. "Why?" He asked innocently and she poked him once more in the ribs.

"Because you're really going to want to see what I'm wearing under this outfit," she teased and his mouth hung open a little bit. "My wallet is on the side."

xxxxxxx

What remained of their Chinese take out lay in front of them as they watched TV, Cameron lay nestled into his shoulder with her eyes closed breathing deeply. Their conversation had been strained afterwards, each unsure how to react after their conversation.

It had overwhelmed him slightly, he had never cared when people were at the highest points in their emotions, because it made his job harder, tell someone they were dying and the tears made it difficult to get much needed information from them. With Cameron it was different; he wanted her to be happy, to know how he felt about her, obviously not because he wanted information but because the thought of her knowing, made it easier to show his affections, made him want to protect her. It scared him slightly.

"Greg, are you okay?" He looked down to see Cameron looking up at him, her bleary eyes filled with love. "I'm fine, just waiting for the OC to start then I will be ecstatic." "Can you actually get that happy?" She laughed and he shrugged,

"I'm beginning to think I can be." Kissing him on the cheek standing up, yawning, "You're making me miss the OC!" He said as she held a hand out to him.

"Well you wanted to see what was under this outfit."

"Oooooo," he let her lead him to the bedroom.