Disclaimer: I do not own House MD; it is created by David Shore, and affiliated to FOX Broadcasting Network.

Parings: House/Cameron

Rating: K+

A/N: Thank you to everyone that reviewed! I've taken in consideration for your suggestions (if you gave any) as long as it was compatible with what I have in mind for the story. So . . . here it is. I've included others in the cast, the only reason I didn't in the last chapter was because I wanted to keep each chapter at about that length, it would have gotten too long. Hopefully the mix of others is a plus.

Spoilers for this chapter are still up until Heavy (reference to Pilot).

Enjoy!


Not Without Flaws

Chapter 2

"Can you believe it? I was actually right." House pushed the door open. On the glass was neatly printed 'James Wilson M.D.'

"Couldn't you at least knock?" Wilson hastily shoved the piece of paper he was reading under a pile of documents.

House blinked, taken aback, "Well, someone woke up from the wrong wide of the bed today. Or maybe he slept on the couch." He slumped down on the nearest armchair and rubbed his knee. "Ugh . . . I never thought escaping a woman would be such hard work."

"This isn't a refugee camp. And I don't need Cuddy on my case right now. I have things to deal with." He exhaled and brushed a strand of hair away from his view.

"Cuddy? Whoever said that?" House faked a confused look. "But what do you mean, you have things to deal with?" He pushed himself up, and with the support from his cane, he walked over to Wilson's desk. "Let me see this." He reached in and picked up a few documents.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Wilson placed a hand on the stack of paper sprawled all over his desk protectively. "Those are important test results for my patient."

"Huh." House scanned the document, "So indeed . . . what about those?" he gestured toward the paper under Wilson's hand.

"They're--the--oh forget it. Ever heard of the saying, curiosity killed the cat?" Wilson gave a questioning look with his eyebrows raised.

"It did?" House exclaimed sarcastically, "Well I don't see any dead cats around here. But then again . . . what's that funny smell . . ." he sniffed the air. "Correct me if I'm wrong, doctor, but . . . perfume?" he squinted.

"No! No, I am not wearing perfume to make myself seem attractive, or whatever nonsense you think all the time." Wilson said, clearly irritated.

"I never said that, you're the one who is implying it." House gave a blank look. "Oh don't worry. I can keep your little secret." He winked. "After all, inviting your female nurse friends over for lunch isn't so bad. Just make sure you're including the new comers too, they wouldn't want to feel left out." He wagged a finger.

Wilson buried his face in his hands and shook his head. When he lifted his head up, he was greeted with a triumphant smirk on House's face. "Look, I'm not even going to continue on this topic. I'll just have you know that absolutely nothing of the sort is going on." He paused for emphasize. "Now what was it that you wanted to talk about? Or did you just come here to amuse yourself. Break was over ten minutes ago you know." Wilson walked out from behind his desk and retrieved his lab coat from the cloth hanger.

"Why? The reason of seeing a friend doesn't quite cut it?" He lifted his brows.

Wilson half rolled his eyes. "Fine. If you have nothing nice to say, I'll be heading on to my clinic duties." He walked over to the door and turned the knob. He looked back at House, waiting to see if he had anything else smart to say.

Should I tell him about . . ? No. It's no big deal anyway . . . House hobbled forward a few steps. "Have fun. Take it easy on those patients; it's hard for some of them to take all of Dr. James Wilson in at once." He flicked up a brow suggestively.

Wilson sighed and hurried out the door to the clinic rooms. Let's just hope Cuddy's occupied in a meeting somewhere . . .

House cheered inwardly. No clinic duty for me! Ha . . .

> > >

"Oh there you are." Chase caught sight of Cameron and hurried to catch up with her. "Hey, I was wondering if you could deliver the prednisone to Joseph. I've got a seminar to attend to, Professor Glenmore's Analysis on Pneumothorax. It's an interesting topic and it'll help with our current patient's conditions. So . . .?"

"What? But . . . um . . ." The scene from moments earlier replayed in Cameron's head. Oh please no . . . "I'm, uh . . . not really familiar with the treatment with prednisone and--"

Chase cut her off, disbelief in his tone. "Oh come on! What have you been learning all those years in med school?"

Cameron opened her mouth to explain but Chase held up a hand to stop her. "You know what, if you're busy too, that's fine. I'll go find Foreman." A wave of guilt panged inside Cameron, she stopped Chase as he was about to speed up. "No no, it's fine. I'll take care of it." No! What am I saying? I can't possibly go back in there again, argh . . .

Chase brightened, "Thank a million, Cam. I'll tell you how the seminar went." He smiled and walked off, waving a goodbye.

When Chase disappeared out of sight, Cameron groaned, a pained expression oh her face. Okay, calm down. Think . . . She breathed in deeply and let out the breath of air. Alright, I'll go fine Foreman, and— "AAH!"

Cameron let a small scream and quickly covered her mouth with her hand as she received critical glares from the few nurses and patients that wondered this hallway. Someone had walked up beside without her awareness.

"People can get a heart attack from that you know. When those medical bills come pouring into your mailbox, you'll realize that you're not overpaid." A familiar voice mocked.

"Dr. House?" She exclaimed quietly. Then a surge of weariness came over her as she remembered that moment in the patient's room. "I . . ."

" . . ." Suddenly, House couldn't think of anything to say. Damn it, not again? Hanging around this girl is bad news alright. But . . . House shook himself mentally. How many times do I have to repeat this, don't think about . . .

"Umm . . ." Cameron searched for a way to explain what happened. "You . . . saw, right?"

House semi pouted and pursed his lips. "Yeah." He gave a nod. "Uh, so you see? What did I tell you? Never doubt me." He started to hobble in the direction they were first headed.

I never did . . . and probably never will, seeing that even with this Cameron thought, but what came out of her mouth was, "How did you know?" She walked beside House, questioning him with her own sapphires.

House glanced at her and quickly retrieved it to gaze ahead "Ahh . . . I'm glad you asked. As I said before, like your genetic gift of beauty, mine is the genetic gift of intelligence." He couldn't resist giving a wink.

Cameron felt her cheeks slowly heating up, she could almost sense them taking on a rosier shade. Quickly, she cast her glance to the ground. It wasn't the first time House had said this, he had commented so when she asked him why he hired her. Thinking back to that time, Cameron remembers feeling appalled by her boss's response. I hired you because you are extremely pretty . . . because you look good; it's like having a nice piece of art in the lobby. But now . . .

"Cameron?" Sensing the silence from the young doctor, House turned to see what was wrong.

"Huh? Oh." Am I still blushing? Oh dear God . . . "Uh. Yeah, that's must be it." She lowered her head down slightly, now feeling like her cheeks were burning. But now . . . it feels so different . . . almost like, I want him to mean it . . . No, I don't! . . . Do I?

Huh. She's blushing. House mused over the fact, a sly smile creeping onto his face. "Where are you headed?"

Breathe Allison; Breathe . . . "Joseph's room." Oh no! I forgot about that! Damn.

"Really?" House stated it more than asked, "Well then I should get going. Don't want to disturb your little reunion like I did last time." He started to turn to the way leading towards the lab. Before Cameron could retaliate, he quickly continued.

"I'm going to check on Foreman. You know, those medical equipments were a gift from the state. They forgot to mention they bought it with our taxes though, oops. Wouldn't want him selling them for a profit, they might not be completely contaminant free." He pulled his lips back to make a face.

Cameron chuckled, "You and Foreman have this thing, huh?" She turned to the way House was headed. "Wait up, I'm going with you. You were right, it would be better if Foreman took care of the patient." She gave a genuine nod.

"Of course, I'm always right." House had a satisfying grin on his face. "Again, never doubt me."

"I won't." Cameron grinned back.

> > >

"Alright. Here's how you do it." Foreman produced a standard sized bottle and shook it, liquid gurgled inside.

"It's real simple. Measure out two teaspoon of this prednisone intensol, and drink it everyday before 9 a.m. You could mix it into juice or something, but I'm sure you don't need to, it ain't that bad." He shrugged.

Joseph nodded. "9 a.m. . . . why?"

"It's so you're ingesting it when your body's semi-cleansed, no food in there etc. It works best that way. In fact, it only works that way, so I suggest setring an alarm on your watch, it'll help."

"Oh okay. That sounds easy enough." Joseph reached out with his hand to accept the bottle.

"Hang on, I gotta tell you the side effects. Standard procedure." Foreman turned the bottle and squinted at its label. "Side effects include stomach upset, headache, dizziness, trouble sleeping, or weight gain. Serious and unlikely side effects include heartburn, menstrual period changes—oops, sorry, that doesn't apply to you. Also increased thirst and urination—you know what, just take it." Foreman handed the bottle to Joseph, "It's not like we'll let you stop taking it if any of the aforementioned symptoms occur. So . . . good luck." He raised his eyebrows, looking sympathetic. "You'll be moved to a different area now that your conditions are fairly stable, there will be nurses to assist you in your medication. Rest well, it was nice . . . meeting you." He nodded and turned, leaving for the door.

" . . . Is Dr. Cameron going to see me off . . .?" There was a whisper from the hospital bed.

Foreman resisted the urge to raised one of his brows. So that's why Cam insisted on me coming down here. Huh, interesting. Poor guy . . . "I think you need to know this, buddy. Dr. Cameron is taken." Or, proclaimed it herself. Either way.

Joseph's eyes widened slightly, he was clearly surprised. "I-I'm so sorry, Dr. Foreman. I didn't know that you--"

Foreman cut him off. "Oh no, it's not me. Don't worry about it." He said simply, "It's just some lucky bastard." He grinned and left the room, leaving his patient in plain bemusement.


A/N: I'm so sorry, I promise that the next chapter will be interesting ; really. I had to conclude this case first before I move on to the next. I have several events planned but I'm not sure if I'll include all of those in this particular story. Hope it wasn't too horrible ;; again, my apologies.

If it pleases you, at least I'll now be slaving away with major research. Wish me luck! And I'll try to update every week or so, but it all depends on my school work, and of course, the research.

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