Cameron woke up the next morning and stretched. It was a full five minutes or so before she realized that she was alone in the bed. She sat straight up, startled. "It was a dream after all…" she murmured, cheeks burning. And then she caught sight of her pants hanging off the edge of the closet door. I didn't throw those there. House did. She stared at them for what seemed an eternity as anger and shame started to well up in her. He left. Sonofabitch. She pulled her bathrobe off of the back of the door and threw it on.

Her eyes started to sting. "You will not cry Allison. He is not worth it." Except that he is… a mocking little voice told her. You can try and block out last night all you want. It happened. And he was worth it.

"Shut up, shut up shut up…" she hissed at herself. She got up and looked in the mirror. Above her collarbone was a dark purple bruise. "Great… and now I'm marked." She ran her fingers through her hair. Coffee. She needed coffee.

She walked into the living room and nearly tripped over a shoe. House's shoe. "What the hell?" She whispered. He left without his shoes!

"'Bout time you got up," a craggy voice said from the recliner.

Cameron jumped and turned to look at the chair. House lay there as best he could, legs stretched out. "You scared me!" Cameron said.

House smiled. "Can you hand me my cane?" He pointed to the floor near the recliner.

Cameron dutifully bent and retrieved it. "Why did you…" she started to ask.

House sighed. "The plan was to try and sleep out here and then sneak in to the room this morning before you woke up. That was before I dropped my cane and I can't locate my pants."

"Pants?"

"Pills…" he said.

"Ah," Cameron said, and looked around the apartment. House's pants were inside out… in the kitchen. "Wow. Those got some distance."

"It's a small apartment Cameron," House said with a smile.

"Why did you come out here?" Cameron said.

House looked into her green eyes and realized that she was adopting the same wounded puppy look that Wilson had perfected. The look he could never resist. Damn it. Now there's two of them. "I was enjoying the close quarters immensely. And then you rolled over and kneed me in my in my thigh."

"Oh my god. Did it hurt?" Cameron was pale.

"Like hell. I think I yelled and you smacked me and told me to shut up."

"Oh House," she said and knelt by the chair. "I'm sorry. I'm a deep sleeper."

"Greg," he corrected. "And I gathered that."

Cameron looked at him thoughtfully. "Coffee?"

"Please. And maybe a couple more hours in bed." He winked at her. "Care to join me."

Cameron looked at the clock on her wall. "Yes, but, don't we have to be at work?"

House smiled. "Spring forward, fall back. You set the clocks forward. We have at least two hours."

She looked at him wide-eyed. "You're kidding!"

"You didn't wonder why you were so early to work yesterday?"

"No… I just thought everybody else was late."

"Chase reset your watch when you left it by the sink. And your phone updated itself. The alarm clock and VCR… however…"

Cameron silenced him with a kiss. "Coffee… tea… or me?" She said grinning.

"The first and the last please. Maybe a bagel or something as well."

Cameron smiled. She set about making the coffee and toasting the bagels. A thought occurred to her and she looked at House, who was standing up shakily in his boxers and t shirt. "So… did I pass?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Ah, the test." A thoughtful smile crossed his lips. "With flying colors. How did I do?"

Cameron smiled. "You aced it. Multiple times…" She served up the coffee and placed the bagel on a plate. House slowly made his way to the dining room table. Cameron's bra was hanging off on the centerpiece.

"Love the black, by the way. Was that just for Halloween?"

Cameron smiled. "Not just but yeah."

House fingered the silky material and locked eyes with Cameron. She felt her temperature begin to rise. He studied her figure in the battered bath robe. "We need to get you a new robe. The flannel doesn't do you justice."

Cameron rolled her eyes and smiled. "I may have something a little bit nicer put away. I can try and look for it."

House brightened. "Can I help?"

She smiled. "You're incorrigible. So what time is it?"

"I think around 4. Its cloudy."

Cameron nodded, mentally going over the list of things she needed to get ready for work. "So work…"

House looked up from the bagel. "What about it?" He said between bites.

"We tell no one… right?"

"I guarantee you that Wilson already knows. He's frigging psychic when it comes to these things. That, and I'm sure he spent the night at my house. I heard the phone ring but couldn't find it. If he saw my car gone, I bet he came back here." House glanced at the pair of pants that Cameron had folded and placed on the side of the couch.

Cameron's face burned.

"Relax. He knows enough not to talk. I have far more dirt on him that he has on me." House settled back in the chair. "Just get used to that annoying grin he'll be wearing for a few days. I'll have to be especially nasty to him for a while."

Cameron sipped her coffee. "You're OK with this whole thing?"

House shrugged. "Less talk-ee more coffee."

Cameron smiled and got up to fix herself a bagel. She paused, and turned around and walked over to House.

"Last night…" she began.

House put down the coffee cup and looked into her eyes. Cameron moved closer. "You said that I had to choose a trick or a treat. I chose treat. What if I had chosen trick?"

House reached up and cupped her face in his hands, drawing her near him.

"Oh, Allison." He chuckled before he kissed her. "The trick was it was the same as the treat."

Fin