Title: Days Go By

Summery: Just read…
Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play.

Author's Note: Wow. Just wow. You guys sure now how to make someone feel great, you know? Spoiling me. I'm going to be expecting 23 reviews per chapter from now on! LOL Seriously though, thanks. I've had a really bad week… you guys really cheered me up. Thanks : - )

Fighting Temptaions

This time it was Cameron who pulled away. "Okay… okay… " she said, tears starting to cloud her voice. "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you," he answered, slightly confused. "I thought that was obvious."

"No, there is very little about you that's obvious." She stepped away to gather herself. "What's going on here, House? You know we're at your place. You can't run away this time."

House had the sense to look ashamed. "Ahem… yes… there's an explanation for that…"

"Really? 'Cause I'd like to know." She stared at him. "Well?"

He turned his head and sighed. "This is difficult." Looking a back at her, he said, "Allison, I can't..." He stopped to gather his thoughts. "I'm not…" He stopped again. What was he supposed to say?

"Wait," she said. "Lemme guess. You can't give me what I want, right? You're not who I think you are, or you're not going to change for me, blah blah blah?" The imminent rejection angered her and her voice started to rise. "You don't know anything!"

"I know enough."

"Kissing a girl twice doesn't count."

"You like your men damaged. You think you can save everyone."

"If that's what you think, you don't know me at all." She grabbed her jacket and purse and stormed out.

Approximately 20 seconds later, his phone rang. Wilson, J. House picked up the receiver. "What?"

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me? My spidey sense didn't go off for nothing."

"I did it again."

He heard Wilson sigh on the other end. "What did you do to her this time?"

"She wanted to know why I kept kissing her."

"You kissed her again?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And what?"

"What happened?"

"She asked for an explanation."

"And you said…"

"I tried to make up some lame excuse about what was going on. But all I could do was stutter." House could practically picture Wilson rubbing his eyes on the other end of the line.

"Why can't you just tell her the truth?"

"I just can't."

"Is this about Stacy again?"

"What? No."

"Yes it is. She left because of the leg. She left because she couldn't take your bitterness and attitude. Cameron wants you despite all of that. Why can't you accept that?"

"Just like I told her. She likes pity cases. When she can't fix me, she'll go and that'll be the end of it."

"Coward."

"Fuck off." With that, House hung up the phone. Then he turned around and whipped the phone into the wall. Plastic pieces went everywhere.

A few seconds later, he heard a sickly ring come from the largest piece. It rang 4 times and then his machine picked up.

"House?" It was Wilson again. "You broke the phone again, didn't you?"

Cameron walked around for a good hour before she headed home. How is it when things seem to be going right, they wind up going so damn wrong? Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut and just kept on kissing him. Then what, huh? Have sex and face the awkwardness in the morning instead? I don't think so. Better stop now than later.

She finally found herself in front of her apartment building. Thank god she had the weekend to thing about how to handle things on Monday. It was going to be difficult. She went up to her apartment and went in, going about her business as usual without turning on the lights. Jacket over dining room chairs, keys and purse on table, shoes in corner. Then she made her way into the bedroom to get changed.

Cameron needed to cheer herself up. Fuck it. She dug out one of Brian's old dress shirts and a pair of her favorite hipster panties. There was a six-pack of Heinekens in the fridge and a jillion 80's cds in her I-Pod. It was Risky Business time. Nothing a little beer and dancing couldn't fix.

She figured she'd start off with the original—"Old Time Rock and Roll". She popped the earpieces, pressed play and wandered into the kitchen to grab a beer. Light finally flooded the apartment as she opened the refrigerator. She bent down to grab a Heineken and when she stood up, she screamed and dropped the bottle. It shattered.

You see, Cameron's kitchen was in a horseshoe shape, where the stove area was out of view from the living room, but if you looked over the fridge door, the couch was in full view. And House was planted right in the middle of said couch.

"You didn't let me explain."

"How the HELL did you get in here?"

"You really shouldn't have given Mrs. Johnson a spare set of keys."

"Get out."

"Now, do you really think that's going to work? Didn't last time."

"House, you've made it very clear that you don't want anything to do with me."

"Actually, I remember you finishing my statements for me earlier."

"You were thinking exactly what I said."

"I believe all I said was, 'You like your men damaged.' You said all the rest."

"Whatever. I'm done with your games." Cameron turned, walked into her bedroom and shut her door.

"There you go with the 'whatever' again," he said, following her. "Is that supposed to mean something?"

"It means I'm done with you. Period. Meaning get out of my bedroom!"

"Not until we talk this out."

"No. Every time we talk, shit happens," she said poking him in the chest. "We argue. We make up. We kiss. You become a bastard."

"I admit the first time, I shouldn't have run," House admitted, rubbing his chest where she poked. "But the second time… you didn't give me a chance—"

"NO! You never gave me a chance to begin with," Cameron said, giving him a shove. "My emotions are not your play toys," she said with another shove. "I'm surprised you didn't call Wilson right away and gossip about me." Again with a shove.

"Could you not push the gimp?"

Cameron continued, ignoring his plea. "And I am sick. Sick. Sick! Of you turning on and off like a switch." She moved to shove him again.

"Christ, woman! You should talk about switching on and off!" House grabbed her arms and pulled her to him, pinning her arms by her side. "STOP with the shoving." He looked into her eyes, which were blazing with anger and hurt. Even pissed at him, she was beautiful. Then he kissed her. Again.

She pushed away from him so hard, he stumbled to the ground. "STOP with the kissing," she said, mimicking his voice. She walked to the front door and opened it. "Get out. Now."

House slowly got up. It was over. He walked towards the door and paused in front of her. She turned her head away as he spoke.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I treated you the way I did. I'm sorry I can't express anything properly. I'm sorry for being a bastard all the time. It's not your fault I'm a coward." He stepped out into the hallway. "Good-bye Allison." He turned to walk away.

"House… Wait."