1 Best served Cold

There they stood looking at each other at the door way. Cameron was shocked she didn't' know what to do. There stood the man she was trying so hard to over come, but seeing him standing there she knew she would never be able to.

"Are you going to let me come in or just stand there?" House said noticing that she was just starring at him. Not waiting for her to answer he pushed passed her through the door way, heading towards her couch. His leg had started to throb standing in the door way and by the look on Cameron's face he new they would be standing there for a while is he didn't take the initiative and push his way through. Once he had settles himself on the couch he turned his head and noticed that Cameron was still at the door. "Cameron, close the door and sit, we need to talk" he said plainly, no hint of sarcasm, which stuck out to Cameron.

She did as she was told, feeling like a girl being punished for what she has done, but she had done nothing wrong. It was all House's actions that tore at both of their hearts. Once reaching the couch she had a small debate with her self to sit on the couch with House or the chair next to it. She decided on the chair, just in case she had an urge to forget about the fact that she was trying to get over House. Because her body was still longing for his, in devastating ways. Once she sat in the chair house gave a sigh and scooted to the side of the couch that was closer to Cameron. He then settled himself and laid his head back.

"What do you have to say House?" Cameron Asked, looking at him, wanting to know why he had come here after they had already said their good byes for good. She hated having him in her apartment. Last time he was here she had cried at the door, she hope so much that it wouldn't end like that again.

"I wanted..." he began, then lifting his head to meet her gaze. Their eyes met, it was an intense gaze that neither of them wanted to break. " I wanted to ask why you were leaving the hospital."

"I can't stay after... you know" she said still looking into his eyes. She hated those eyes they filled her with a feeling she couldn't explain, A blue that no man should have because the steal a women's heart. "I just can't" said Cameron finally willing herself to break the gaze between them.

"Oh... well Seattle" House replied, nodding his head " Good place, Wilson told me" he was now searching for Cameron's eyes, but got nothing.

"Yeah it's nice, I'll be gone in two days, I've basically got everything done except for the packing" she said her gaze in her lap. " It's a nice apartment in the city, a little bigger than this one" she had no idea why she was telling him this, maybe she wanted him to know that she was going to all right. That she was going to move on with her life, and not sulk about him.

"That's good... Cameron are you sure this is what you want?" House was intensely starring at her, and with his question, he commanded Cameron's gaze.

"Yes...Greg, it's what I want" she said coldly," After what you did..."

"I'm sorry" House interrupted, his face almost pleading " I told you that, I...I

"You what House?" Cameron continued, " You love me... because if you did I'm sure you wouldn't have a problem saying it. And some one who loved me wouldn't leave after making love to me House, You don't love me House." And with that she stood up and mad her way to the kitchen and leaning her self over a counter, hiding her tears from him. Tears she knew they would come as soon as

she opened the door and saw him standing there.

Seeing her cry made his heart ache even more. House stood up from the couch and walked over to Cameron leaning on the counter. He grabbed one of her arms and made her turn around. They were now face to face. Closer than House had initially wanted but became very comfortable with in seconds. The stood there for about ten seconds then House softly pressed his lips against her then broke it, wanting her confirmation. She nodded, and he came in for another kiss, this time more firmly. Waiting for Cameron to part her lis so that his tongue could explore every inch of her mouth. And she did, they both clung to each other in hoped that neither would let go. And they stood kissing until hands started to explore.

Cameron was the first in search of House's zipper, not breaking the kiss, she needed him. And he needed her. They both forgot about what had happened, and what was to happen and just fell into the moment of passion. House helped her with his zipper then he help her out of her shirt. She was now sitting on top of the counter while House slip off her pants. Cameron Looked into House's eyes and let all clear her head for she was with the man she loved, even if it was for one last time.

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House awoke realizing that he was no in his bed. He then remembered what the previous night had included. His leg started to throb with pain and he went in search for his vicodin, in doing so he noticed that the other side of the bed was empty. Ah, he thought, she's probably making me breakfast. He found his boxer's next to the bed and grabbed his cane from the floor and limped h to the kitchen/ living room. But there was no Cameron, what he found was a note that read.

It's not love, Bye House

Dr. Cameron

"Dammit" House shouted and slammed his fist on the counter. What had she done? She had her revenge.