Disclaimer: Nope.

A/N: Erm, it seems I have "slightly" underestimated the situation. And yes, this chapter is more of a filler, but I tried to make it a fun one.


Chapter 54 - Happy?
(Month 3, Week 4)

Cameron woke up to an unpleasant sensation at her side. It took her a few moments before she realised that the sensation was House poking her.

"Stop that," she mumbled sleepily.

"You're drooling over Mick," he complained, poking her once more for good measure.

"No, I'm not," she murmured, snuggling closer.

Another poke. "Yes you are. I didn't think he was your type. Small, skinny . . . British. . . ."

She lifted her head then to notice that there was indeed a wet patch on his Rolling Stones T-shirt.

"Sorry," she said, smoothing her hand over his shirt. "Why are you awake this early anyway?"

"I dreamt about the great flood and awoke in sheer terror," he quipped.

Cameron glanced at the alarm clock to see that it was already time to get up. Catching House's eye and giving him a small smile, she announced, "I'm going to take a shower," and promptly climbed off the bed.

Half an hour later, she had already emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, much to House's surprise. However, the feeling was mutual as she found him in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"Scrambled eggs?" he questioned when he heard her approach.

"Sure," she replied once she got over her shock. She took a few steps closer just to check that the eggs were in an edible condition. They looked quite tasty and she felt herself get hungry.

"I didn't know you could cook."

"I don't think breaking eggs above a pan and stirring counts as cooking."

"Well, for a guy. . . ." she trailed off with a smirk.

He frowned before replying, "You better watch it missy, or I'll start commenting on your parallel parking skills."

"There's nothing wrong with my parallel parking."

"Of course there isn't," he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Now excuse me," he immediately continued, indicating that he wanted her to move away from the drawer she was blocking with her body. He took out a knife and swiftly cut several slices of bread before removing the pan from the heat and distributing the contents on two plates.

Cameron stood there, observing him with fascination. He seemed perfectly at ease, his fluent movements resembling a dance.

Lost in her thoughts, she lagged behind when he grabbed the plates and carried them into the living room. She quickly hurried after him, while he got comfortable on the couch and clicked on TV. The Road Runner was his choice of entertainment.

Sitting down next to him and grabbing her plate, she felt oddly comfortable even though this was a large breach of her usual routine. She would wake up, take a shower, dress, apply make-up and then eat breakfast alone in the kitchen. She enjoyed the bit of quiet when she could arrange her thoughts and prepare for the day, but perhaps it was time for a new routine. Of course, provided Greg wouldn't mind waking up a bit earlier on a regular basis, which was an illusion in itself.

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Nearly four months after their wedding, and people would still turn their heads when they walked in together. They were all waiting for the big explosion. Like a balloon being filled with air, little by little, until it could take no more. It had to happen, and they all wanted to be there when it finally did.

However, it was times like these, when doubt would creep in. What if. . . . But then, House was a master con man, they knew that all too well.

"Ah, here you are," Cameron said as she found House on the balcony overlooking the lobby.

"Missed me much?"

"It gets lonely in the clinic. Which is where you should be now."

She leaned on the railing next to him and followed his gaze. There was Cuddy talking to Tia, one of the doctors from Paediatrics. She glanced back at Greg's face to study it, that unpleasant feeling once again starting to nag at her.

It was as if he knew what she was thinking when he next spoke, "Here you can see Cuddles, a rare species of Administratorus Hospitalis, in her natural habitat. They can be easily indentified by the low cut tops, tight skirts and high-pitched sounds when agitated, which is most of time. It's their mating season now, which makes them particularly aggressive. They will attack males, drag them into their lair and devour them whole after mating, which is why they are perpetually single. This particular exemplar is the only one in the vicinity, which automatically makes it the alpha female. We can see here how she's establishing her dominance over another, lower, species."

Cameron started laughing, causing several heads downstairs to follow the sound of her voice, including Cuddy's. House quickly pulled her back, but it was too late.

"Great, now you blew my cover," he complained and quickly limped off as he saw Cuddy head off in their direction.

It was only a few hours of avoiding Cuddy later, when Cameron marched into the diagnostic's room with a patient file. Ideas and suggestions were thrown here and there before they decided on a course of action. The team was just about to walk out of the door, when House stopped them, "Uh uh, someone needs to do my clinic hours."

The three doctors slowly turned around to face their fate. House pulled his nametag out of his pocket with a smirk, and pointed it at each doctor, saying, "Duck, duck . . . goose."

He threw the tag in Chase's direction and said, "Make me proud," before retreating to his office.

An hour later, Cameron walked into House's office with the test results to find him leaning against his desk.

"The tests were negative," she informed him.

He breathed out, and she could almost see how he instantly discarded their previous ideas and started working on new theories. That's why it came as a surprise to her when he looked at her and opened his arms.

"I thought we agreed on no fooling around at work?" she asked hesitantly.

"Who's fooling around?"

There was something about him that she just couldn't resist, so she willingly walked into his arms. He gave her a quick kiss, before letting her go, and she settled next to him.

"James asked me if I prescribed any Vicodin for you. He said you needed awfully few lately."

"Like he has nothing better to do than to monitor my pill consumption," House grumbled.

"He's your friend. He cares about you. And he thinks you're. . . ." she trailed of, unsure.

"What?" he asked roughly.

"He said you seem happy," she said quietly, looking at the floor.

Telling him that was probably akin to taunting a wild cat, but she was clutching at straws. She remained perfectly still, waiting for his tantrum, which never came.

"Happy . . . pills . . . serotonin. . . . Check his serotonin levels," he ordered her.

Momentarily confused, she walked out of his office. He either wanted to change the topic, or he just had an epiphany. Whichever it was, she was left without an answer. But as disappointing as that was, all she could think was, 'He didn't deny it!'


A/N: Current situation: I (a remarkably non-morning type person) have to be up insanely early (6-ish) during week days, with an extra dose of late afternoon lessons a couple of times. Not to mention that I have 18 subjects this year. I think someone is trying to kill me.

This is why I don't want to make any promises as to the frequency of the updates, but I am slowly adapting. On the positive side, at least I'll be forced to improve my time management skills, right?