First thing on Friday morning Cameron went to see Cuddy in her office. She knocked nervously on the door, sure she was going to get a lecture about disassociating from patients.
"Come in," Cuddy's voice called out. Cameron quietly entered her office.
"Allison!" Cuddy grinned at her. "Just the person I was waiting for."
"Why?" Cameron asked cautiously. Cuddy's grin grew.
"House has been avoiding me all morning. He's lurking somewhere and I need you to help me trap him so I can tear him a new one," Cuddy explained. "For a guy with a bum leg he really can move," she said in exasperation.
"OK," Cameron laughed.
"How are you doing by the way?" Cuddy asked.
"Good. I've cried it out and now I'm fine," Cameron told her.
"Good to hear. Now, House. My spies tell me he is, at the present time, watching reruns of 'The OC' in the maternity lounge. So you go in the door on the north side, I'll go in on the south," Cuddy told her.
Cameron laughed internally. Cuddy was acting like Sydney Bristow on Alias with her spy talk.
Click, click, click. 'Dammit she found me!' House cussed as he heard Cuddy's heels clicking down the hall. He got up to make a quick exit but Cameron was standing in the doorway, smiling.
"Get out of my way and I'll make it worth your while," House whispered.
"Sorry," Cameron said unconvincingly.
"Move," House growled.
"Nope," Cameron shook her head. House stepped forward intending for her to step back but she didn't. So he ended up flush against her for the second time in as many days.
"Move or I'll move you," he threatened.
"House!" Cuddy yelled from behind him.
"Oh. You are going to pay Dr. Cameron. You are going to pay," House murmured menacingly.
"House you better have a damn good reason for not being in that clinic," Cuddy tapped her right foot impatiently.
"I do actually. I don't like the clinic and I love this episode," House said in his usual sarcastic way.
"Not good enough," Cuddy told him. "Get in the clinic now."
"Oooh. I've been told," House glared at Cameron before turning and limping out of the room.
'Damn Cameron. Why the hell is she helping Cuddy? I didn't even think they talked to each other. Now she's turned on me and I have to deal with hypochondriacs with imagined diseases and kids with snotty noses all afternoon. And I have to miss the OC. This really sucks. Stupid Cuddy…' Once again House was internally cussing as he walked to the clinic. He hated the clinic with a passion. And today he was distracted by the thought of Dr. Cameron kissing his cheek the night before. He had dreamed about her all night. He couldn't help himself. He had begun to fall. Something House had not done since before his infarction. And he was falling hard. 'James better no find out about this. God forbid if he did find out. He'll never let it go…' it was that day while doing a pregnancy test on a 14-year-old girl that House decided he was going to visit Cameron that night and admit that he liked her. As unlike House as that was, he was sick of being tired, miserable and alone all the time. And a pretty young Doctor wanted him. Bum leg, perpetual sarcasm and all. Who was he to turn her down?
Cameron got dressed in her well-worn low-cut jeans and old favourite t-shirt that was just a tad too small and got ready for a night of watching movies. She looked at herself in the mirror as she passed it. Yeah the t-shirt was definitely too small now. It sat just above her belly-button and clung to her like a second skin. No way was she giving it up though. It had been her favourite t-shirt since she was 18. It wasn't anything special but it was her favourite. She just hoped her neighbour Josh didn't drop by. He was obsessed with her enough as it was without that image to keep him going. She made some popcorn and grabbed a can of diet coke out of her fridge before settling on the couch to watch the first of her three movies. She had just started playing 'The Shining' when the doorbell rang.
"Shit. That better not be Josh," she muttered. "Who is it?" she called out.
"Just a miserable cripple with a bum leg," House's voice called back.
"Surely Cuddy didn't send you this time," She said as she opened the door.
"Eh. I'm very bored. There is nothing in my fridge and there's nothing on tv. And now I know where you live so I came to annoy you," he told her.
"And I should let you in why?" Cameron was feeling uncomfortable after the incident from the night before.
"I have ice-cream," House lifted up a bag he was carrying.
"What kind?" Cameron asked with a small smile.
"Cookies and Cream and Chocolate too," House tried to make it sound tempting a knowing look in his eye.
"Ugh. How did you find out my two favourite ice-cream flavours?" she asked, stepping back to let him in.
"Ah Chase. You can bribe anything out of that man if you ask him about Australia," House replied. "Ooh watching movies. What are we watching?" he asked.
"The Shining. And who said anything about 'we'?" Cameron asked. She had both hands on her hips, her right hip thrown out to the side. House suddenly realised what she was wearing.
'Oh my god. Why does she have to be wearing that of all things' he thought. He didn't comment though. "Stephen King. Didn't pick you for a horror movie fan," House teased.
"Yeah well," Cameron replied before heading to the kitchen to get two bowls and two spoons.
Half-way through the movie and Cameron was freaked. She really hated scary movies but her brother had given her the DVD for christmas and so she'd thought she'd watch it.
"Oh God House can we turn this off?" she begged. Her voice was trembling and she was scared.
"I'm enjoying it though," House replied.
"I'm not. I really don't like it," Cameron was desperate for him to turn it off.
"Come here," House patted the couch beside him, gesturing for Cameron to move from the chair she was sitting on to the couch beside him.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because, and this is a secret, it's less scary over here," House was grabbing this opportunity with both hands.
"Whatever," Cameron got up and sat gingerly on the couch a few inches away from House.
"I don't bite you know," House told her. "Which is probably good because there's always the risk of rabies," he added sarcastically. Cameron rolled her eyes and shifted a little closer.
House lifted his arm and laid it across her shoulders. She tensed a little but then relaxed into him.
They managed to watch the rest of the movie. Every now and then Cameron would freak and bury her face in House's shoulder. As the final credits rolled Cameron began to panic. She wouldn't sleep after that and she'd be freaked out all night. She didn't want House to leave. She turned to tell him this just as he dropped his head to catch her eyes. They were mere millimeters apart now. Cameron's eyes drifted down to House's lips and then back up to his eyes.
"Allison…" House said his voice husky. Cameron's hand came up and cupped his cheek. She inched forward so slowly it was almost excruciating. House closed the gap between them brushing his lips across hers. She sighed shakily and pressed against him harder, deepening the kiss. After a while Cameron pulled away.
"House. Stay with me tonight. Please? I don't want to be alone tonight," Cameron begged.
"I'll stay," House whispered stroking her face with his fingertips.
Later that night lying in Cameron's bed in his boxers and t-shirt with a scantily clad Cameron cradled in his arms Gregory House couldn't think of any place he'd rather be than right here with her.
The End.
Should I do a sequel or leave it at that and move onto something else? Please, tell me what you think.