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HOUSE MD

"The choice to run away? Doesn't sound very mature to me." House said in defence, edging a little closer to her in the heat of the debate.

"And you're a spokesperson for maturity? How mature is it to belittle and insult everyone you know? To wall yourself off from people and hide your emotions?" Cameron replied, pointing her hand at him, as if to suggest that this whole argument was because of his immaturity.

"You seem to find it an attractive quality!" he said, moving his hand to mirror her actions.

"Well perhaps I'm seeing things a little clearer now!" she moved closer, fury bubbling up inside of her.

"Fine, then why don't you just go to Jefferson!" he said in anger, matching her actions and moving closer towards her.

"Maybe I will!" she retorted in a lowered, but still angry tone.

"Fine!" House countered. They were only inches apart now.

"Fine!" she began to shout out, but in the instant she replied, he grabbed her face and pulled her into a passionate kiss.

House awoke from his dream with a jolt. Damn it. This wasn't happening. It was not possible that he had dreams about anyone, least of all, dreams about kissing his employees. About kissing Cameron. He hadn't gone to her home to fight, but he had gotten so caught up in frustration. He was making, or what in his books counted for, a grand gesture. He had asked her to come back to work. She had said 'No' first off, which he had anticipated, but throwing it all back in his face was more than a little stab to his pride. And the way that she presumed to know what he felt! She was so annoying! She was a beautiful woman who had thrown herself onto him. In kissing her back he had only done what any man with a pulse would have done, it meant nothing. Right? Okay, so he might have enjoyed kissing her, but that was expected; he's still human after all. And a coward, he laughed to himself. Him, a coward? He'd been called a few things in his time, and admitted to being a lot more, but a coward wasn't one of them. After all, she was the one running away just because she couldn't get her own way. She always had to be so damned stubborn. She should be at the hospital, where she belonged. How could she leave him with a depleted team? Chase's coffee was terrible, especially since he was only making it to try, pathetically, to make up for being a traitor. Foreman was no better, still blaming him for Cameron's departure. Okay, so he was the reason she left, but that didn't make it his fault. If that wasn't enough, he had Cuddy constantly badgering him about clinic duty and hiring somebody new. Wilson might have been the only one he could actually stand being around if he didn't act like a giddy schoolgirl with a secret every time he saw him. He sighed, and decided to admit, even if it was only to himself, that he actually missed having Cameron around, despite the fact that she drove him crazy. He had to find away to fix this.

She awoke with a pounding headache and one ginger cat curled up at her feet. Rubbing her head and grabbing her night coat that hung on the door, she headed to the bathroom and began searing for aspirin. Finding it, she closed the cupboard door and paused to look at her reflection in the mirror. She looked terrible. She had bags under her eyes from a long night lacking in sleep, and her hair was messed up. She blamed House. What a nerve he had to come over to her home and just expect her to forgive him and come running back, like he was making some grand gesture. Okay, being House it was probably hard for him to even ask her to come back, but he hadn't offered her a real reason, he had just hidden behind his wit and cynicism, again. And then to accuse her of running away! He'd been such a coward, hardly even taking responsibility for kissing her. He just drove her so crazy! The tone of his sarcastic voice, and those stupid little faces he would pull in an argument. The way he'd crinkle up his forehead. All right, so on occasion, it made her laugh; it was kind of cute in a way. Cute, but annoying, very annoying. Especially since she was the one he was trying to argue with. 'Trying' being the operative word: he'd stormed off like a spoilt child when she wouldn't give in to him. She walked down to the kitchen and thought to herself that last night might have been the last time she would see House, and that now she would go to Jefferson and move on with her life. But why did that leave her with a twinge of sadness, knowing she probably wasn't going to see him again? It had to be because of the argument. He drove her crazy, but she would hate for them to finish on bad terms, even if he was acting like a child about it. She would have to find a way to fix this.

Wilson walked into House's office at about noon, and proceeded to sink down in the chair opposite his friend, who was slumped in concentration playing his game. House lifted his eyes momentarily to view his silent companion before speaking.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"Considering your general behaviour, I figured it would be more productive if I didn't have an appointment."

"Ouch. That hurt. Why are you here?" House replied, still playing his game.

"Can't I visit my lovesick friend without have an underlying reason?" Wilson's question was followed, almost instantly, by the beeping & buzzing of his friend's on screen counterpart dying a nasty death.

"I'm not lovesick" Was House's frustrated reply, closing the toy and dropping it on the table.

"Like hell you're not. Why else have you been sulking in your office these past few days?"

"I'm not sulking!" The high-pitched and over exaggerated tone of his buddy's voice made Wilson chuckle.

"Right. Avoiding work, hiding from Cuddy, refusing to hire anybody; this isn't you sulking at all." There was a brief pause as House rolled his eyes. Wilson decided that his friend needed a not-so-gentle shove in the right direction.

"Talk to her." He said sincerely.

"Been there, done that. She doesn't want to come back."

"That's crap, she loves working here. What she doesn't love is to having to put up with you, which is understandable. So if you really want Cameron to come back you're going to have to swallow your pride just this once and tell her." Wilson continued talking as he got up & walked to the door. "If not, getting over it is a good choice too because your melancholy mood is scaring the interns."