The Witching Hour

Crossover with Charmed. Cameron is a witch, a powerful one. Cousin to the Charmed Ones, she has shied away from that part of her life. What will happen when her cousins need her help? HouseCam.

Chapter Four: Merry Matchmaking

Allison parked her car, slammed the door shut, and locked it. She then headed up to the diagnostics department. House was already there, his feet resting on the table as he leaned back in his seat. "Cameron," he said in a tone that Allison found hard to read.

"House," she replied, setting about making herself a coffee, feeling of dread clenching in her gut.

His voice interrupted her thoughts. "Tell me, Cameron, was it my imagination or were there some really weird demons in here yesterday?"

Allison didn't answer for a second, as she stirred her coffee. Turning back around to face him, she dropped into the chair. "I do believe it must have been your imagination," she informed him, a secretive smile playing on her lips. "I would imagine that demons, if they even exist, would make quite a mess."

House nodded. "But Cameron, my s-little duckling, I also dreamed that you used a spell of some sort to fix the damage."

Allison scoffed. "You dream about me? I never knew."

House played along. "Sometimes. The sex is fantastic."

Allison shook her head in disgust, as Foreman walked in the door. "What sex is fantastic?" he asked, putting his things down.

Allison rolled her eyes and pointed at House to indicate that he was being sarcastic again. "Me! What did I do?" House exclaimed innocently, juggling a tennis ball. Foreman merely raised his eyebrows.

Once they were all congregated and found that there was nothing to do, Allison, Foreman and Chase reported to the clinic, and Piper, Phoebe and Paige emerged.

"'Ello." Phoebe started in a crappy French accent. Piper started arguing with her.

"If you will excuse my sisters, we're looking for an Allison Cameron?" Paige blurted.

House raised an eyebrow and fumbled in his draw for his gameboy. "Cameron?" he asked, seemingly disinterestedly.

Piper and Phoebe nodded. "How do you know Cameron," he continued.

Before any of them could speak, Allison herself interrupted. "They're my cousins." Turning away from House, she steered her cousins out the door. House listened in on their conversation, carefully feigning disinterest.

"What the hell do you think you're doing here? It's not as if I wanted you to come in the first place, but you had to. I get that, really. But why on earth do you need to follow me to work? And where on earth are Wyatt and Chris?"

Phoebe decided it would be prudent to answer. "It's fine, really! We left them in the library!"

Allison slapped a hand to her forehead. "You utter IDIOTS!"

House jumped up in surprise as he heard Cameron curse so loudly. "The time thing only works one way! Look, get to the nearest loo and orb your arses back there. Don't even think about coming back!"

So Cameron had been lying about the demon things being a dream, if their conversation was anything to go by.

Allison walked back into House's office, running a hand over her clothes to straighten them. Her hair was still a mess and she looked like she had been participating in some… unsavoury acts. House smirked. "I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, Cameron,"

"What kind of stuff?" she asked irritably.

House shrugged and moaned as the Mario on his game boy screen died. Looking back up, he found Allison's gaze still on him. "You know, incest and lesbians."

Allison grew red and she waved a hand around for a moment before hitting him.

"Ooh, hitting the boss are we now? You're not trying to get fired, are you?"

Allison clenched her jaw and picked up a file that was lying casually on the desk. Sitting stiffly in the chair across from him, she began to read.

About fifteen minutes later, there was knock on the door. House continued to play his gameboy. Allison glared at him.

"Well?" she hissed over the top on the file. House ignored her, seemingly lost in the ever fascinating world of Mario. "Are you going to invite that person in?"

House shook his head. "It's probably Stacey. I heard something about a lawsuit because of the Vicodin."

Sure enough, House was correct. "You gave that kid your Vicodin without even asking his parents?"

House shrugged as he tossed said Vicodin into his mouth. "Yeah. He was in pain."

Stacey rolled her eyes. "You are impossible, and if you'll excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."

As she turned on her heel and stalked off, House shouted after her, "That's the best part of you gone!"

Allison let out a little giggle. House gave her a look. "It's true!"

Allison inspected her fingernails and then the file in front of her. "Really?" she asked in a tone that hinted at her amusement.

House nodded, even though Allison couldn't see him. "She says bathroom when she needs a number two. Toilet when she needs and number one," House noted casually, as if it were a statement one would make everyday.

Allison blushed. She stood up. "Excuse me," and left House alone in the office.

TWH

"House!" Someone was hissing his name. House looked up.

It was Piper, Phoebe and Paige. "I thought Cameron told you to go home?"

They ignored him. "Not until we talk with you." The three surrounded him, and he couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated.

"Look," Piper began. "We know that you're not going to take this too well but we need to let you know how it's going to go."

Phoebe picked up, and House wondered mildly if they had rehearsed the speech. "Allison is in love with you. We're her cousins. We will hurt you if you hurt her. Oh, and by the way, you weren't dreaming."

They disappeared in swirl of blue light. House, who had stopped questioning Cameron's weird demon things and everything associated with them, started to think about Allison Cameron.

TWH

Wilson strolled casually past the office of his best friend. Said best friend seemed to be contemplating the meaning of life, or something of equal importance. He Was sitting in his trademark position, with his forehead resting on the handle of his cane. Against his better judgement, Wilson cautiously pried the door open.

"House?"

"Jimmy, I wee you've been chatting up Nurse Betty lately," came the response, lacking its usual life as House turned to look at him.

"House?" Wilson repeated, sounding slightly worried.

There was a silence for the longest time, where the two men stared each other in the eyes, daring the other to speak. House cracked first, interrupting the silence abruptly. "Jim?"

There was another long pause. "Why do you seem to think that I like Cameron?"

Wilson blinked in surprise. This had not been what he had been expecting. "Uh, well, Um, I suppose that it's just the way you interact with her. And," he added, growing in confidence, "Remember that time where I pretended that I'd had a go at her?"

House grumbled something. "Is there any reason for her to think I like her?"

Wilson compiled his ideas in his mind before blurting them out. "You took her to the monster trucks-,"

"Because you cancelled on me!"

"You took her on a date-,"

"Because she blackmailed me!"

Wilson threw down his hands. "If you're going to keep shooting me down, I don't see why you're asking!"

Something dawned on him. "Why are you asking?"

House ignored the question, effectively changing the subject to the decreasing size of Cuddy's shirts.

TWH

The next day, Allison, Piper, Phoebe and Paige were ready for the demons. "Okay. Remember what we planned?" Allison repeated for the fifth time.

They all nodded. "Phoebe, Paige and you go after the illusions, while I try to identify and trap the real one. We must not 'vanquish' the real one on accident, and we must wait until all the others are gone before going after it." Piper agreed.

Allison nodded, handing the letter to Piper. "Care to do the honours, Pippa?"

Piper nodded, and flipped over the envelope. Carefully studying the strange waxy seal, she turned back to the others. "This isn't it!"

There was a general moan of disappointment.

Authors Notes:

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