Chapter 4: Avoiding

A/N: This chapter was a little difficult to write. It's the second last chapter and I really wanted to leave the resolution till the last chapter. So, I hope you like.

Five o' clock came and went, and Cameron was still down in the lab. Seeing as she had actually finished work for the day, she had already packed up the equipment and really was just sitting there, wondering how she would make it out of the hospital without House noticing.

Cameron sighed. It was ridiculous the childish lengths to which she was going to avoid him. And Wilson certainly didn't help the situation; telling her that House needed to digest and they needed to talk. That just made her more annoyed with herself for pushing House to talk.

She knew he wasn't one for expressing feelings. Cameron knew that even before he told her last night. She was mentally kicking herself for attempting to get him to talk about what happened, when she knew he wouldn't.

Thump thump thump

Cameron froze, stiffing up immediately. You always knew House was coming; his trademark noise of his cane gave it away instantly.

She heard the glass door open, but Cameron didn't turn around.

'Its awfully dark in here. Brooding again, Dr Cameron?'

Cameron rolled her eyes, and quickly tried to look like she wasn't just sitting here thinking a minute ago. She put on her glasses and opened a file on the table.

'Oh don't try and look like you have been doing work. I've been watching you for the past 10 minutes.' House said, walking over to the counter.

'That's slightly stalkerish.' Cameron replied, still blankly looking at the open folder.

House twirled his cane in his fingers. 'I do hold the record for the most AVO's taken out on one person in Princeton.'

Cameron smirked against her better judgement. 'I would believe that.'

They both stood in silence, neither talking, nor looking at each other. Just as Cameron thought he had left, House started whistling.

House let out a sigh. Cameron rolled her eyes. House coughed. Cameron rolled her eyes. House made a noise at the back of his throat and Cameron spun around and glared at him.

'Is there a reason you are doing that?' She asked, coldly.

House shrugged. 'Think I'm getting a cold.'

She rolled her eyes again, and spun back around to the counter. 'Well, do you mind going and spreading your germs somewhere else.'

'What if I don't want to?'

Cameron shook her head. 'Your full immature quirks today, aren't you?'

House stood up straighter after leaning on the counter. 'Come on, lets get out of here.'

Cameron slowly turned around, confused. 'Excuse me?'

It was House's turn to roll his eyes. 'You. Me. Lets go. I'll even let you come on my bike again.'

'My cars here.' Cameron replied, staring at him.

'So? It'll still be here tomorrow.' House said, walking over to the door and limping through it.

Cameron stared at the door, as it swung shut behind him. That man was completely unpredictable.

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10 minutes later, Cameron walked out of PPTH and towards her car. She had no idea where House had gotten to; he had disappeared when she walked into her office to pick up her stuff.

Cameron stuck her keys in her door and swung it open, sliding into the front seat.

'And where may I ask, do you think you're going?'

Cameron sighed and looked in her rear-vision mirror. House was standing right behind her car, conveniently blocking her way. She rested the back of her head on the car seat as House walked over to her car door.

'What does it look like I'm doing?' Cameron asked when he had reached the window.

'Well, you appear to be getting ready to drive away, even though I told you not too. Shame on you.' House scolded sarcastically.

Cameron sighed again. 'I'm tired, House. I'm really not up to playing your games.'

'No games just come.'

Cameron looked at him. He stared at her. Sighing for the millionth time that day, Cameron took the keys out of her car and opened the door, getting out and following House to his bike.

House climbed on and offered her the helmet. Cameron took it, but did not get on.

'Why are you doing this?' She asked, staring at him.

House ignored the question. 'Get on.'

Cameron compromised by mentally telling herself to ask the same question later, and climbed on, putting the helmet on when she was behind him.

'Hold on,' House said, turning around to face her, '…to my waist.'

Cameron glared at him and put her arms around his waist as he put the keys in the ignition and drove away.

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