Title: Days Go By

Summery: House makes a home visit to Cameron.
Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play.

Author's Note: Warm fuzzy feelings are back!  Sorry about all the typos and if the story seemed to run together in the last chapter. When I upload the story, page breaks and italics and bold always seem to get left out. I fiddle to fix it and by time I post it, it's worse than before. SIGH!

To ollie xox—sorry! I always meant this to be a House/Cameron fic. Hope you like it anyway!

Later that Sunday

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

Cameron groaned from the couch. It was probably her neighbor from down the hall, Mrs. Johnson, trying to bring her some more soup or tea. She had zeroed in on her the minute she came home sick on Thursday and insisted on nursing her back to health. Except right now, Cameron didn't want to deal with anyone.

"Mrs. Johnson, I'm not up for any company. Please come back later!" she yelled out. "Thank you!"

All was quiet for another minute.

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK

What the hell? Maybe if I ignore it, she'll go away.

BANG-BANG-BANG

The knocking turned into full force hammering.

"OKAY!" she yelled. The pounding on the door did not help the pounding in her head. "Just stop with the knocking!"

Cameron got up from the couch slowly, still feeling the aches in every part of her body. She wrapped the blanked around herself and shuffled towards the door. Taking a deep breath in to calm herself, she opened the door and said, "Mrs. Johnson, really I don't need"

Abruptly, she slammed the door shut. Okay, maybe the fever is making me delusional. I swear I just saw Dr. House standing outside my door.

She opened the door again. He was still there.

"Do you greet all your guests like this?"

"How did you get in the building," Cameron asked, ignoring him. "I didn't buzz you in."

"Well, that lovely Mrs. Johnson you were yelling about," he said, brushing by her and walking into the apartment. "Very chatty. She was on her way out to get her 'poor, sweet Allison' some juice. She kindly let me in to see you." He took off his coat and sat down.

"I didn't say you could stay!" She really, REALLY didn't need this right now.

"I heard you chased Chase away—" He paused. "Chased Chase. Heh."

"Because I am not feeling well and I do not want any company! You of all people should understand that!" She was a bit unsteady on her feet as she made her way back to the couch.

"Why don't you sit back down before you pass out?"

"Why don't you leave," she retorted. "If haven't noticed, I don't want any company, especially you."

"Oh, that hurts, right in here," he said sarcastically, tapping his chest.

"Fine. Whatever. Stay. I'm going to sleep."

"Good. You need the rest."

"Whatever," she mumbled again, closing her eyes.

House waited a minute, then got up to find the bathroom. He looked in her medicine cabinet—nothing good. Just some Advil, Claritin, eye drops, toothpaste. There were two small, tubular plastic cases on the bottom shelf. He was looking for a thermometer so he could take her temperature. Grabbing one, he opened it. "Ugh," he said, recapping it instantly. Just what he didn't need to see. Tampon holder with said tampon. Very few things give him the willies. That was one of them. He picked up the other tube carefully and slowly opened it. Jackpot.

"House, what are you doing? Get back in here and stop snooping around my apartment!"

"I was just looking for a thermometer so I can see how you're doing," he said, walking back into the living room. Cameron gave him a look that said she didn't believe a word he said.

"Look, see?" he said, brandishing the thermometer. "Now open up."

She obediently opened her mouth. "Now, this will take a few minutes. I'm going to make some tea. You do have that don't you?"

She roller her eyes and pointed to the kitchen.

After everything for the tea was set up, House made his way back to the living room. He took the thermometer out of her mouth. "102.7. I thought you told Chase your fever went down?"

"So I lied. I didn't want to see anybody." She looked up at him. "I still don't."

"Tough. Your fever has actually gone up a touch. Now you're stuck with me." He looked around. "Do you have a fax machine anywhere in this place?"

"Yes, over by the computer. It's part of the printer. Why?"
He was rummaging in his coat pocket. "I'm going to fax over a prescription to the local pharmacy. It's still early enough that they'll deliver. Bingo," he said, little blue pad in hand. "How did that Motrin you got from the hospital do?"

Cameron lowered her head. "I left it there by accident," she said, sheepishly.

House just looked at her. "You have got to be kidding me. Okay, Motrin 600 mg it is. It should help with the aches and fever." He wrote out the prescription. "What's the local pharmacy?"

"Lincoln Pharmacy. 555-2800."

He quickly called in the order and limped over the to fax to send over the prescription. "It should be here in an hour, give or take."

"Good. My head still hurts, so be quiet for once. Or," she said with hope, "you could leave now."

"Fat chance little girl."

"Whatever. Just let me sleep."

"Do you know any other words than 'whatever'?"

"Yes. 'Get out' is a large part of my vocabulary."

Cameron rolled over and closed her eyes. So House decided to take a self guided tour of the apartment. Until he realized that he had seen it all: the kitchen, bathroom, and living room. Not a very large place. Something across the room caught his eye, though. It was an upright piano. "Do you play, Cameron?"

"Play what?"

"The paino."

"No."

"Then why do you have one?"

"Because it's pretty."

"That's a lie."

"So what."

"Why, then?"

"Why? Why won't you shut up so I can sleep," she said, irritated, turning around and looking at him. He was just looking at her. Cameron sighed. "It was Brian's, alright? My husband. He used to play all the time." Her voice caught in her throat. "Now please let me rest."

At that moment, the teapot whistled. House silently made his way into the kitchen to take care of it. Cameron was thankful for the break. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about Brian. Or House.

When House came back into the room holding two cups of tea, Cameron was fast asleep.