Title: Days Go By

Summery: Cameron gets sick of House's sarcasm.
Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play.

Author's Note: I know exactly where I am going with this story. So if you like, and if you want me to continue let me know! Review! It's appreciated! Thanks!

Monday

It was Monday morning and it was raining. Dr. Allison Cameron stared out of the conference room window sipping her coffee.

"They like you. Everyone likes you."

"Do you like me? I need to know."

"No."

"Okay."

She sighed and closed her eyes. She had to stop beating herself up over that. What the hell made her ask him that? She had no idea. But the more she though about it, the angrier and more humiliated she got. Why was his approval so damn important? Cameron raised her hand and rubbed her temple. God her head was killing her.

"Hey, Cameron. How's it going," Dr. Foreman asked, joining her in the conference room.

She turned around to greet him. "Hanging in there."

"What's up?"

"Nothing. Just a headache. Woke up with it," she said, taking a drink from her mug. "I took some Advil, but it doesn't seem to be doing anything."

"I swear by Motrin. Try that later if it doesn't let up."

"I'll do that," Cameron replied, giving him a small smile. She looked around. "Where's Chase? He's not normally late."
Foreman laughed. "Car trouble."

"Oh. Car trouble. I see."

As she raised up her much to finish off her coffee, she saw Dr. House coming towards the conference room. She had done a good job at avoiding him the past week, and she was in no mood to see him now. Quickly finishing her coffee, she got up and said, "Well, I have some files I have to take care of…." She trailed off, swaying in her spot for a second.

"Cameron?" Foreman asked. "Are you okay?"

"Just a little queasy," she said tightly. "I'll be okay." She closed her eyes for a second.

"And how are we on this fine morning," Dr. House said, entering the room.

"Oh god," Cameron said, and darted over to the garbage pail to empty the contents of her stomach.

"Hmm. I've never had quite that effect on a woman before."

Foreman glared at House as he brought her a glass of water. "Are you going to be alright?"

"I'll be fine. The milk I put in my coffee was probably old."

"Or it could be morning sickness. Are you pregnant maybe? You have been seeing that nice young doctor in peds."

Cameron glared daggers at House. "I am NOT pregnant. Not that my sex life is any of your concern!"

"So you're not getting any then, huh?"

Maybe it was her headache or her stomachache, or maybe she was sick of worrying about what House though, but at that moment something in her snapped.

"Oh like you should talk!" she yelled. "When's the last time you had sex? Do you even remember how? Jerking off to a Victoria's Secret catalogue doesn't count! What's your problem Dr. House?" She grabbed her lab coat and started to storm out of the room. She stopped in front of House and looked him dead in the face. "Erectile dysfunction maybe? Do you need Viagra instead of Vicodin? Or maybe," she said, her voice dangerously low, "your leg wasn't the only part injured by your infarction." Then she turned on her heel and left.

"Uh—Good morning?" Dr. Chase said from the doorway.

"You're late," House growled and limped out.

"Am I hallucinating," Chase asked Foreman, "or did Cameron just go crazy?"

"I don't think 'crazy' even begins to cover it."