Title: That fatal Night

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own House or any of the characters. They belong to Fox and the writers for this show.

Summary: Cameron endures a tragedy, and tries to move past it.. But can she? And will House admit how he truly feels when there is a chance he might lose her?.

Author Note: Wow, I'm sorry guys that it has been forever for a update.. I just didn't have any muse for writing this..or just didn't know how. But, now I have a chapter done.. And hopefully the rest will come easier.

Oh and i have to credit, my work comix comedy cellar, this is where i got the menu for the meal prepared in this chapter, cus i suck at trying to find any good recipe's. its good food though, not easy working somewhere and you cant eat the food your looking at. lol

Part 10

The kitchen was a complete mess which consisted on Pots and Pans on the floor as if they had been thrown about, Ingredients here and there on the bench, almost out of their packets.

House had somehow made his way onto the floor while attempting to go through cookbooks trying to find the perfect meal to cook for Cameron.

"Why cant this be easy, cookbooks are meant to have the best recipes and knowing how to make them… if only I can find something.

This is harder than I imagined."

Between his thoughts in his head and trying unsuccessfully to find a recipe he decided to take a break before continuing again, so he slowly laid on the tiled floor of the kitchen among the disaster he had created.

"And if I don't find something soon, there is going to be more than a disaster on my hands"

There wasn't but a minute two at the most that he had to relax before a noise came buzzing into his head like an annoying bee.

Knock, Knock.

There sounds again, he thought not wanting to find out what the heck was it so attempting to block it out as if it were a dream. He closes his hands over his ears.

"Hello? Anyone home… House?"

A voice, familiar yet annoying voice calls out to him.

He groans tapping at the floor.

Maybe if I were silent the person would leave.

But before he could finish his train of thought the person became a reality stepping foot into his territory.

"What are you doing?"

House opens his eyes then making a face up toward him.

"Well, what does it look like Jimmy dear?"

He mocks his friend.

"Well for one you are on the ground."

"Very astute "

James Wilson rolls his eyes at him, not knowing why exactly made him come over here in the first place.

Oh right, the man needed HIS help and knowing House as he does it had to be bad and damn worth observing for himself.

"Oh get yourself up, you called me here remember? That is unless you don't need my help after all with…. With whatever it is that you are doing"

He looks around the room which in his opinion had looked like a bomb of some kind had hit it which was never a good thing.

"Right. Okay, well.. I know this may sound very unlike me because, well it is but the thing is"

He pauses for a moment and and scratches his head.

"I'm doing something for her"

Now avertered his eyes toward the ground as an attempt to look at his friend's expression

"Her?.. Cameron . Her?"

Wilson knew it was the truth but somehow found it strange that House was expression some sort of feeling toward her yet it wasn't words but good enough, for the moment.

"Yes"

Wilson smiled knowing full well that he had him where exactly he wanted him.

God im good, he's going to thank me someday with knowing the truth, but then he may kill me.. On the other hand.

"Okay, well. What kind of something?"

"Dinner…"

House mumbled something else but he wasn't able to make out what it was.

"Well, For one I sure hope this dinner certainly goes better than the last date you took her on, least I remind you."

Wilson smirked up at him, making House rolls his eyes ..

"I know I know , she wont make me forget it"
This was the first time Wilson remember and with that knowledge his body made him jump.

"She remembers?"

He nods with a kind of smile on his face.

"Ohh wait, now what was that?"

Looking at him intently.

"What was what?"

He asks playing innocent.

"Don't give me that. I know you better than anyone, was that a smile I saw just flash upon your face."

But he didn't give him a chance to answer.

"Oh my god, You love her, don't you?"

He stays silent but knew that his eyes say it all.

"Wow, I knew this.. But wow. I never thought you had it in you to admit it"

"Well I didn't"

A smirk curves on the left side of his lips.
"Maybe not, but you do."

"Tell anyone and you're a dead man"

Jimmy Wilson laughed suddenly at Greg House's attempt to lightheartly threaten him.

"Nice, Jail time for you may up your reputation"

"Don't worry, I wont stay a thing Mum's the word."

Trying to change the subject of the day and to spare his life Wilson moves and picks up a book from the floor.

"So I assume your looking for something to cook for her?"

He asks an irritated House.

"Yeah, but no luck. I have no idea what she would like or hate, hell I realize I know nothing about her which sucks in my case"

"Well, you have had plenty of time to get to know her but you refused to remember"

House rubbed his temples.

"Right, no lectures okay? Just help me find something she will be back soon"

Wilson was slightly confused.

"Back?.. From where exactly?"

"Shopping"

Wilson flipped through page after page but stopped to stare at House open mouthed.

"You, Sent her shopping?"

He nodded, looking confused.

"Something wrong with that?"

Wilson shook his head but laughed

"Not if you don't want to ever expect her back"

House's eyes widened.

"What do you mean?"

"My god you really don't know women do you?"

"Says the man who has been married 3 times"
"I'm kidding but you don't have to worry.. How long has she been gone?"

House thinks for a moment.

"Two Hours"

"Crap, Okay we have to do this fast"

House walks to the fridge to take out 2 beers then hands one to Wilson.

"Why? I thought you said she wont be back for awhile?"
"Well, but if the time exceeds 2 hrs then it may be a matter if time, so lets do this.. You go and organize the table with Flowers. Candles and I'll do this"

Without another word House left to do as he said, opening a cupboard that contained the necessities that was stored from when Stacy lived there but was never used.

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A Hour later, Wilson had finished preparing the food which he had made a mixture of things taken from House's Mom's cookbook.

SUPREME OF CHICKEN FLORENTINE(Moist breast of chicken filled with fresh spinach, ricotta cheese, selected herbs served in a creamy butter and chive sauce.)

And for Desert ICE CREAM GATEAU COPACABANA (Rich vanilla ice cream with sugared nuts marinated glace fruit & honey smothered between rum soaked chocolate sponge.)

House had the dining and living area perfectly setted out, even Wilson himself was impressed by the work that was put in.

The candles surrounded the living room completely, the lights were dim, one red rose on each side of each single candle making it intimate.

There were rose petals leading from the front door, to the dining around, to the living room then finally to the bedroom, where rose petals covered the bed.

"House. What.."

Wilson was unable to finish his sentence before seeing the setting.

"Wow, I'm impressed. Who knew you could be a romantic"

He commented sarcastically, half joking.

"Yeah, right get over it, so we're done?"

House then looks at his watch to make sure of the time.

"Oh damn, she will probably be back any minute"

Taking one look around to make sure that everything is perfect, Cameron will melt if not faint when she sees this.

"Yeah, looks great. Okay, I'll get going, have fun. And let me know how it goes… uhh..well G rated anyway"

He fakes a cough, half through his words while winking then turns around and walks through the front door.

Cant wait to see the outcome, she wont know what hit her.