disclaimer: I don't own any of it...(whispering: i want house...)

Author's Note: (blushes) you guys spoil me with reviews. Not that i don't appreciate it, but...whoa...THANKS SO MUCH YOU GUYS! and...sadly, there are only a few more chapters left of this story. and let me tell ya, chapter six is a doozy.

also, i can't do the stupid accent thing for the word 'fiance' but just know that it would be there normally.

OF CLASSMATES, COLLEAGUES, AND JEALOUS HOUSES

A week later and House and Cameron found themselves in a downtown Baltimore, waiting to be told that they could board their train.

"So..." Cameron said, her chin cupped in her hand. "When do I start work again?"

House didn't look up from his Game Boy as he answered. "Immediately. I need to get those incapable idiots as far away from the hospital as possible."

"Hey now," she said, swatting at his arm. "It's not nice to talk like that about Foreman and Chase."

He looked up at her, startled. "I was talking about the..." He trailed off, seeing her smile, and his eyes narrowed on her. "Did you...did you just make a crack about your co-workers?" He smirked. "I think I'm rubbing off on you."

She smiled a bit more, turning her face away from him. "Don't get used to it."

When they were finally seated on the train, House was beginning to grow irritated while Cameron grew increasingly flattered. Apparently, one of her old classmates was on the same train as they were, and was on his way to New York.

He and Cameron had recognized each other almost immediately, and began chatting up a storm. The man, with blond hair, green eyes, and a rather large ego, was named Brandon Walsh, and seemed to not understand that the glares House was sending his way were warning him to back off.

Because of this ignorance, House soon found himself watching the nauseating display of Brandon blatantly flirting with Cameron, who was doing nothing to stop it.

"So," Brandon said, smiling winningly. "Who's your seat mate?"

"Oh," Cameron said, turning to House briefly. "This is Gregory House, he's my-"

"-fiance," House interrupted, having glanced down at Brandon's left hand and finding a distinct ring tan. A further investigation towards his breast pocket revealed that it held something the size and shape of a wedding ring. He tossed a glance at Cameron's bewildered face, grabbed her hand and squeezed it, hard. A sickly sweet smile plastered itself on his face. "Isn't that right, sugarpie?"

Another hard squeeze of the hand had Cameron stuttering out, "Yeah...I, I mean yes."

"Oh," Brandon said, looking downcast. "Excuse me for a moment." He stood up and made his way towards the bathroom.

As soon as he was out of sight, Cameron wrenched her hand out of House's. "Are you crazy!" she hissed at him. "My fiance? What are you thinking!"

"He's married," House said. "Left ring finger has a tan on it, and the ring is in his pocket. I'm sorry," he added, seeing her somewhat saddened features. "I wasn't exactly thinking."

"I'll say," Cameron muttered. She gave him a small smile. "Thanks, though."

"Just remember," he warned. "You owe me."

They looked up as Brandon made his way back, and Cameron leaned closer to House and whispered, "Let's have some fun."

House smirked at her and said, loud enough for Brandon to hear, "That's my girl."

Cameron scooted as close as she could to House, what with the armrest separating them. She laid her head on his shoulder, and he tipped his head so that his nose was just barely touching her hair and inhaling its scent. "Honey," Cameron said, addressing House. "Why don't we invite Brandon to our wedding?"

Trying to hide his smile against her hair, he said, "That sounds like an excellent idea. What do you say, Brandon?" He propped his chin on Cameron's head, staring at the young man across from them. "Would you like to come?"

"Um..." he scrunched up his face, as though he were giving it serious thought. "I don't think I can...I have a business meeting that day."

"Oh, but Brandon!" she said brightly. "We haven't even told you the date yet; how do you know that you can't come?"

His self satisfied smile faltered, and he said, "Oh...right...When, um," he cleared his throat. "When is it?"

House was prepared with an answer. It wasn't technically his own, but he figured that Wilson could forgive him. "Well, Allison and I decided on June eighth. Wear something snappy, but comfortable because it could get hot. By the way, could you help us decideon something?" Not waiting for an answer, House continued. "Allison can't decide on whether or not to have roses or daisies for her bouquet. What do you think?"

Brandon shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Um...daisies?"

Cameron tilted her head backwards so that she was grinning upside down at House. "That's a wonderful idea!" she gushed. "Let's go with the roses."

"Brilliant," he said, and before he could stop himself, he leaned down and dropped a kiss onto her smiling lips.

She pulled back almost immediately, blushing. "Honey," she admonished. "Not in front of Brandon."

House shrugged. "I don't think he minds. Do you, Brandon?" Again, without waiting for an answer, he leaned down and kissed her, much harder than before.

Cameron slipped a hand around his neck, desperately wishing in her mind that this wasn't just pretend. She wanted it to be for real.

But...she would take what she could get.

"Alright," Wilson said, glancing at his watch. "I called House while Cuddy stood and listened in to make sure he didn't tell me where he went, and he said he would be here in roughly ten minutes."

"Or," came a voice from behind them. "Right now." He raised an eyebrow at Wilson's shocked face. "I lied. That's nothing new."

"So," Foreman said, leaning close. "Where did you go? Just out of curiosity."

House gave a one shouldered shrug. "Somewhere." When Wilson gave an irritated sigh, he said, "Oh, you want me to be specific? I went to Baltimore."

"I KNEW it!" Wilson said, pointing a finger at Chase. "And you said he was going to Vegas."

"Wait," Chase said, ignoring Wilson and Foreman's gloating. "Why, though? Those two idiots think you went to see Cameron."

A face popped up from over House's shoulder. "What about me?" Cameron asked, eyes sparkling at her co-workers.

Foreman was the first to snap out of it, standing up and crossing to his friend. "Damn, girl," he said, hugging her. "What are you doing here?"

Cameron let an easy grin slide across her face when he pulled away, holding her at arm's length. "I work here."

"Oh, that's it," Wilson said, addressing Chase and Cuddy. "Pay up."

"So, House," Cameron said, running to catch up with him. "About our night on the town..." Her eyes were sparkling in excitement. "What should I wear?"

He paused, turning to look at her. "Something hot."

"Like low-riding jeans?" she asked, smiling. "Yeah...I remember you saying that to me once."

"No," House said. "Though they would be fun for work." He shook his head. "Wear something snappy; like a dress. Make everyone jealous."

"Great," she said. "That's all I wanted to ask." She turned to walk away.

"Dr. Cameron," he called out. She turned around to face him. "Just wondering...where are you staying?" He watched as she furrowed her brow and frowned.

"Whoops," she said sheepishly. "Guess I...forgot..." She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I guess I could ask Foreman or Chase..."

"That won't do," House interjected. "You know...you...you could...why don't..." He sighed, deciding to give up on trying to suggest it. "Stay with me."

Both of Cameron's eyebrows shot up, dangerously close to disappearing into her hairline. "I...what?"

"Stay with me," he offered again. "I owe you, remember?"

"Actually..." she began, but he refused to let her argue with him. So, he grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her towards the doors.

"It's okay," he said, repeating her words from earlier. "You can have the frilly pink one."

She stared at his back as he pulled them along the parking lot. "Even though you stole that from me and I know you're not serious, that's a scary thought." He didn't say anything in response, and made no move to affirm her statement. "House? I was kidding when I said that...please tell me you're kidding, too. You are kidding..right? Please say yes..."

TBC...

REVISED CHAPPIE means Cameron/House smoochies. YAY