Title: Days Go By

Summery: Cameron and House face off again.
Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play.

Author's Note: All of your reviews gave me warm fuzzies inside! Thanks so much!

To Emma Peelfan: I know Advil and Motrin are the same medicine, but for some reason, Advil does nothing for me, while Motrin is like a wonder drug and my mom is exactly the opposite! LOL Don't ask me why it is but it is! 

Thursday

Cameron had successfully avoided House since Monday. But since then, her headache turned into a migraine. And it didn't go away. She sighed and rubbed her temples. The pain migrated down into her whole upper body, and on top of that, she kept getting this awful frog in her throat that she had to keep coughing out. Great time to get a cold, Allison, she thought. I just need some rest. I'm getting too run down. How could she rest, though when her head—god, her head was splitting. She had to see if she could get something—anything to help with the pain, otherwise she was never going to get any work done. Foreman had mentioned Motrin. So she headed downstairs to grab some prescription strength ones from the pharmacy. Why not? House does it all the time.

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How long does it take to count out 6 pills, Cameron though tapping her nails on the counter.

"Well, well. Fancy meeting you down here," came a voice from behind her.

Oh crap. She grabbed her pills and turned around slowly. "Hello Dr. House," she said, smiling sweetly. "Is it time for a Vicodin refill already?"

"Oh no. It's not what you think. Viagra," he replied, shaking the bottle.

Cameron rolled her eyes and started to walk away.

"Now if one didn't know better," he stated to her retreating back, " I'd say you were avoiding me."

"Don't get a big head. I've been busy."

"Busy avoiding me."

"It's not always about you Dr. House! Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."

"Tell me, Dr. Cameron. What bug crawled up your ass and died?"

"The same one that's be residing up yours for the past few years. Why don't you stop analyzing me and look in the mirror?" She stormed away, but a wave of dizziness stopped her. She leaned against the wall to steady herself and felt a hand under her elbow to help. "I'm fine," she said, shaking out of House's grasp. "I just moved to quickly."

"Cameron, what the hell is going on with you?"

"Oh, what do you care! You don't even like me, remember?"

His eyes clouded as he thought back to that moment last week. "Is that what this is about," he asked with a laugh. "All this hostility?"

Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She didn't feel too hot. He admitted he didn't like her. Now he was laughing at her. Her chest hurt with the pain of it all.

"Fuck you, Dr. House," she said and walked off.

"Cameron!" House started after her. "Cameron—Allison, wait!" He grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"Please let go of me," she said between clenched teeth.

He was looking at her wrist with a funny look on his face, and ignored her comment. Then he slid his hand up her sleeve and laid the back of his other hand across her cheek.

"Christ, House," she said, slightly taken aback. "What do you think you're doing?"

"You are coming with me right now," he said in a stern voice, taking her by the arm.

"What? No. Leave me alone!"

"Now, Allison," he commanded, pulling her towards the clinic.

A/N: According to WebMD, migraines can last for as long as a few hours to 3-7 days.