Chapter 5: Resolved?

Note: Ok, I lied…a little. This is technically the last chapter of Change, but I'm thinking of doing a little epilogue after it. What do you guys think? Yay or nay?

Anyway, enjoy this chapter. And thank you guys for keeping with this story. It really would not of gotten past chapter 1 if it wasn't for your encouragement. ;)

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Chapter 5: Resolved?

House opened the door to his townhouse with Cameron standing right behind him. He stepped inside and walked into his living room, leaving Cameron to close the door behind them. Putting his bag and jacket on the sofa, he headed into the kitchen, without looking behind at Cameron.

'Want something to drink?' House called out roughly from in the kitchen.

'No thanks.' Cameron replied, still standing near the door of his townhouse, looking around awkwardly.

House walked back in the living room, clutching a glass of scotch in one hand, and his cane in the other. He shrugged at her and sat down on the couch, taking a swig of scotch and placing the glass on his coffee table.

Cameron still stood ridged near the door, staring at him. House turned around and looked at her. 'You going to just stand there?'

Cameron stared intently at him. She decided to try her luck at asking the question she had asked previously, but had received no reply.

'Why are you doing this?' She asked again, taking a step forward.

House stared ahead, not looking at Cameron. 'Why am I doing what?' He asked.

Cameron smirked. He knew exactly what. But she decided to press on. 'This. Inviting me over. Particularly when we have been avoiding each other all day. I thought you needed to digest.' She replied, taking another step forward and sitting on the edge of his couch.

'I did.' His reply was quick and he still didn't look at her.

Cameron bit her lip. 'And…'

House sighed and leaned forward to grab his glass. He took another long swig before placing it back down on the table and standing up.

'And I decided to stop digesting.' He said, turning to face her.

Cameron stared at him. This certainly wasn't the answer she was expecting. 'You have?' She replied, actually more to herself. Then she looked back up, a bemused expression on her face. 'I'm sorry, what does that mean?'

'It means that my intestinal organs have followed my command and are no longer going to digest my food.' House replied. The sarcasm was back.

Cameron glared at him. 'Right. I should of known that pun was coming.' She said.

House shrugged. 'You played right into it.'

Cameron nodded and looked down into her lap. They were back to non-answers. What did that mean, he had stopped digesting? He stopped thinking the situation over? Cameron really didn't believe that that could ever happen.

The silence echoed throughout the room. Cameron looked up at him and noticed that his expression was very much alike the awkward expression he wore on their date. Cameron smirked, which caused House to look at her.

'And you're smirking at…?' He asked.

Cameron stood up abruptly. She took a step forward and stared at him. 'So now that you have stopped digesting…what is…going to happen?'

House looked at her intently, before shrugging. 'Dunno.'

Cameron was beginning to get extremely frustrated. She rolled her eyes and stood up, tugging at her jacket.

'I'm going to go.' She said, attempting to keep her voice even.

House stared at her. 'And how do you intend on getting home?' He asked obnoxiously.

Cameron sighed and shook her head. 'I'll catch a cab.'

House smirked. Cameron stared at him, waiting for some kind of answer and when she didn't get one, she turned around and walked towards the door.

When she reached it, she tugged at the doorknob and creaked it open. It had only opened a couple of centimetres before a hand was placed firmly on the door and snapped it shut. Cameron spun around and was faced with House. He was cornering her to the door, his hand still placed firmly on the surface.

'What are you -' Cameron managed to get out before House swiftly leant down and placed his lips on hers. Cameron didn't have time to protest, and was quickly taken over by the sensation of having House's body pressed firmly to her's against the door.

All rational thought left Cameron, and the next thing she knew, she had her arms wound around his neck and was backing him up towards the couch. This, however, proved to be a problem, as House's cane fell to the floor and they both stumbled over to the couch, still kissing with fervour.

House grunted in pain as his leg hit the side of the sofa and Cameron mumbled 'Sorry', but House kept on kissing her with as much passion, if not more, than the previous night.

They both fell to the couch, House on top of Cameron. Breaking away to breathe, Cameron opened her eyes slowly, her chest moving up and down rapidly.

'What was that?' She asked breathlessly.

'The conclusion I came to after digesting all morning.' House replied, his own voice husky.

Cameron smiled and looked up at him, suddenly smirking. 'This is a very interesting position.' She said, cocking her head to the side.

House rolled his eyes and sat up, with slight difficultly. When he had sat up straight, Cameron sat up also, and reached over for the coffee table. She opened up his pill bottle and took out a Vicodin, holding it out to him.

'Thanks.' He mumbled, tossing the pill in his mouth and leaning back against the couch.

'No problem.' Cameron replied, leaning back also.

They both sat there in silence for several minutes before Cameron spoke. 'This still leaves things unresolved.'

House shrugged. 'Unresolved works for me.'

Cameron smiled and turned her head to the side, facing him. 'Do you think we'll ever have a stable relationship?'

House shook his head. 'Stability is over-rated.'

Cameron nodded and laughed. House turned his head and looked at her. 'What are you laughing for?'

'This situation is…laughable. You and me are laughable. Yet it works for me.' She replied, looking at him smiling.

House smirked beside his better judgement and turned to face the wall ahead of them. They were sitting in silence again, yet it was a comfortable silence. A true mark that their relationship had changed. And it was definitely for the better.

FIN