Disclaimer: I want House, but I can't pay for the lawsuit that would come my way if I said I did. So Fox owns all the rights.

Author's Note: I'd like to apologize to all of those who had to suffer through the last chapter and i'll make it up to you in this one. We finally find out what's been going on.

SimpleNClean92: Oooh, i'd bet House would actually play that for the occasion.

livetoeat06: Well I did put Foreman and Chase in that one episode, but I didn't want to focus too much on them.

Belligerent-road-pylon: Yes! Someone is actually paying attention to the music, thank you. Music is such an important part of the show and it should be important in the fiction as well.
Wasted Time: Part 5

House had been sitting at his piano for an hour now, he didn't even know what he was playing anymore. His fingers were working independently from his mind , which was fine because his mind was too preoccupied to play piano.

Shock was gone and now House sifted through all of Cameron's actions that day to see through her scheme. But she had something on him that he didn't have on her. Cameron knew him, but House didn't know her. Not the way he should at least.

'Oh, he'd accept them. I just don't know if he'll accept my conditions for having them.'

His fingers glided from one key to the next, bringing some sweet note through the haze of House's thoughts that reminded him of the woman he was thinking about. Too god damned sweet for her own good. He couldn't place the song and this pulled him away from thoughts of Cameron for a few minutes. The lyrics were hazy and he almost had it...

The doorbell rang and House's fingers came crashing down on the piano keys so hard that no doubt the person outside his apartment jumped. This fact didn't give House much solace, someone was still at his door. And someone at his door was never good. For two very good reasons.

One, very few people knew where House lived and even fewer people came to where he lived. Two, House knew it could only be one of two people. Wilson or Cameron. Neither of which was House in the best of moods to face right now.

Against his better judgment and with help of the earlier glass of Jack Daniel's, House left the piano to answer the door.

He wasn't suprised to find Cameron on his doorstep and after the incident in the locker room a few hours ago he was even a little thrilled at the promise of heated banter. But after seeing what she was wearing House instantly slammed the door in Cameron's smiling face.

House looked at his closed door for a moment and brought what he just saw to full realization in his head. Upon opening the door he had been greeted by the sight of Cameron in jeans, sneakers, hair in a ponytail and a jean jacket thrown over one of House's own faded Eagles shirts. If asked about this at work tomorrow he could claim slamming door was self defense for what sanity he had left after a relaxing drink. The woman looked too damn good for her own sake. She was wearing his shirt! There had to be a law against a woman wearing a man's shirt if she had spent the night. Right now House wouldn't mind rectifying her mistake.

On the other side of the closed door Cameron stood there for a moment in stunned silence. Then she quickly found the sense to be insulted even by House standards.

" Damnit House, that was uncalled for! Open the door!" She yelled, slamming her fist against the door.

" I believe your trying to mock me by wearing that so i'll leave you outside on your pretty little ass."

By the sound of his voice Cameron could tell House was leaning against the door. At least she wouldn't have to yell herself hoarse.

" If you would just open the door I could explain." Cameron tried to say in a reasoning tone but House was too clever for that.

House smirked at Cameron's attempt but he wasn't born yesterday.

" I'm sure you can explain from out there how having Wilson steal one of my favorite shirts, and then coming here wearing it isn't mocking. Not to mention lying to your boss. Now i'm gonna have to change the locks," House drawled sarcastically.

He waited patiently for some long winded speech about how she wasn't mocking but in fact helping him to open up and include her. Cameron found every gesture she made towards House as some part of her mission to get closer to him. And though he found it sometimes a bit endearing which he would never admit to anyone as long as he lived, this was not one of those moments when he welcomed it. Instead House was met with silence.

There was a rustle from outside and the manilla envelope that had plagued House's thoughts all night shot out from under the door. House simply stared at it for a moment, resting on the floor between his legs.

" Okay."

House then grumbled a little when he realized he'd have to bend over to get the little taunting package. It took a little maneuvering but he managed to get it in his hands without pushing off from the door. He deftly opened the flap and shook out the envelopes contents. He stared at his hand where two lanyards sat.

Two seconds later he opened the door to stare in stunned silence at a smug looking Cameron. House didn't know what to say so he simply raised a curious eyebrow at her like she was something new to study. This woman was full of suprises.

" Wilson told me how much the tickets to the Monster truck rally cost, so I thought i'd pay you back. The timing was just a happy coincidence," she said a little sheepishly.

When House still couldn't find any words that wouldn't come out sounding sappy or just plain stupid, Cameron seem to get a boost of confidence. His silence made her bolder.

" Then there are always those few magic moments when Gregory House is struck dumb that I treasure so much," Cameron said with a small grin.

That at least got an automatic reaction out of House.

" Yeah, and your rare spurts of unpredictable action are usually the cause of it."

There was silence after that and both Cameron and House wondered if that really qualified as an insult. It became an uncomfortable silence and Cameron wouldn't let this chance pass her by.

" So it starts at seven, which means we have to get going soon," Cameron said and was immediately cut off by House. " We?"

Cameron's brow furrowed when she saw her worst fear about this night might actually happen.

" Yes, we. It's the only condition I have for giving you those. I'm coming with you." She stood her ground and tried to make House believe that she'd snatch the lanyards right out of his hand if he said no.

House studied her expression and saw the adrenaline and fear seep into her body, tightening the muscles in her shoulders and back. Her eyes didn't plead with him like they usually did, they were unusually empty. House had the sudden fear that she might give up on him after this if he said no. If he told Cameron to go home she may never come back.

" Let me get my wallet," House mumbled. He still had a reputation to protect, so he couldn't exactly hug her. Turning his back on her for a moment he could easily imagine Cameron punching the air with her fist. He smiled without letting her see.

Cameron couldn't believe it, her plan had worked. It cost her a pretty penny but it was well worth it. Some VIP passes to an Eagles concert and House was willingly going with her without complaint. She almost pinched herself.

House came out with cane in one hand while he shrugged on a battered, brown leather jacket over his plain grey t-shirt. He was definitely a sight that Cameron wasn't complaining about. She came to her senses when he didn't head for his own vehicle.

" We need to take your car," she said quickly.

House looked at her wearily.

" Why, what's wrong with you car," he asked suspiciously.

Cameron gave him a look that said 'are you kidding?'

" You want to take my car to an Eagle's concert," she asked, gesturing to where her car was.

House looked at the car parked by the curb and cringed. That little thing could disgrace Carrot Top with it's clunkyness.

" Good point," he said and grabbed the keys to the Porsche before leaving with Allison Cameron on what was probably their second date. House just wasn't sure if it would be their last.

Author's Note: This chapter was in a sad state before. That is until House read and then he hit me over the head with his cane and told me to re-write the whole thing. So, yeah. He won't leave now until I finish the story, not really complaining yet but he's starting to make me nervous.

There will be one more song in the next chapter, it's also the last chapter so don't leave yet. We got more. Tell me what you think, I love reviews.