Chapter 8
Disclaimer: One day…
A/N: I have decided that this will finish soon, because it's already about 3:00 in the morning, and the store opens at about 6. I don't want to leave it here, though, so maybe a sequel. Ha, I see the looks of pain upon your faces!
Livetoeat06: Asinine…what a great word. I think I'll use it!
Cuddy yawned.
"Why don't we get some sleep?" she asked sensibly.
"I'm not t-ti-tired," Cameron argued weakly, a huge yawn punctuating her speech.
House raised his eyebrows.
"Try that again," he said.
"I'm not tired," she protested, her eyelids drooping as she spoke.
House got up and limped over, sitting down again next to Cameron, who looked wearily up at him in surprise.
Wilson looked over at Cuddy and noticed a small smile playing at her lips as she surreptitiously watched the pair talking quietly.
He inched closer to the woman, and she turned towards him.
"Never thought I'd see this," she mused quietly.
"You thought you'd die before it happened?" Wilson asked, glancing down at Cuddy.
She laughed appreciatively.
"Not quite," she said. "I just thought House wouldn't be so open."
"Neither did I," Wilson said, slightly put out that he didn't even know his best friend.
"Shh," she hissed gently. "Listen."
Wilson leaned forward, straining his ears for House's conversation.
"You're like a marshmallow, Cameron."
Wilson and Cuddy exchanged looks that said, all too plainly, What the hell?
"Excuse me?" The surprise on her face was evident.
"A marshmallow," House repeated calmly. "You're soft on the inside, but…wait, I got it all wrong."
Cameron's puzzled eyes were staring directly at House.
"Marshmallows are soft on the inside," he muttered to himself. "And you're soft on the outside."
He thought for a moment longer.
"Ok," he said finally. "You're like an inside out marshmallow."
Cameron was now gazing at House as if he were a demented freak. Chase and Foreman were glaring at each other. No one knew why, but it was nothing unusual.
"Why am I like an inside out marshmallow?" Cameron finally choked.
Cuddy looked away. She didn't want to know, though she knew Cameron just couldn't resist responding to the asinine comment.
"Well, see, you're like a marshmallow," House said, squinting at the floor, "because you're soft, and you've got a firm streak somewhere, but it's hidden. Meaning your hard bit is on the inside. You're all soft and gooey on the outside."
He looked up.
"Better be careful," he warned her. "There's nothing to stop you from dripping."
Chase and Foreman had put their attention on House, now, and were wondering whether House didn't belong in the psych ward.
House ignored all the stares he was receiving, and closed his eyes.
Chase finally came to his senses, and snorted.
"Only House would compare you to a marshmallow, Cameron."
A/N: Kinda short, but I just had to leave it there!
Thanks to reviewers, you make my day.
Daphne Queen: Yes, maybe, House/Cam, or Chase/Cam, or Wilson/Cam…one of those, I haven't quite decided!
Reitashnehelena: Yeesh, you and Daphne, hold the capitals! I feel like you're yelling at me! Actually, you probably are.
Charmed-angel4: Yes, I ignore you happily:) I'm not too crash hot at writing ships, so…maybe. I want to know what happens next too!
Livetoeat06: You think you offended me? What gave you that idea! I'm not offended in the slightest! Lol, sorry, but really, I'm not. Nothing wrong with your reviews. They always amuse me! Wow, really, my writing sounds American? I've been trying to get it like that, and I thought I wasn't doing so well…all these British terms seem to slip in! Oh, good, there are Target's and K-Mart's over there…yes, they're in…one of them. Ha, no need to thank me for putting in Chase, he's my favourite character, can't be without him!
Yeesh, author's note is almost longer than the chapter!