Disclaimer…I don't own House, nor do I own Robert Frost (who is the author of the poem I am using), nor do I own "From A Secret Admirer"

Author's Note…THIS is what happens when faithful reviewers leave requests! They get granted! Wow, now I really hope this turns out good. Review this little oneshot please…and I don't think it's too OOC.

Cameron had never thought she would spend Valentines Day all by her lonesome.

Nor had she ever thought she would spend it at work.

Technically, she wasn't unaccompanied. She had the companionship of a centrifuge. Some Prince Charming.

Cameron hadn't ever really liked that Prince Charming, anyhow. In her opinion; he was a manslut. If there was a damsel in distress; he was there. And if there was another damsel in distress; he was there, leaving his first sweetheart all alone. He went from princess to princess. And Cameron was certain he never called back the next morning, or the next week, or the next month when the now-single princess learned that there was a little heir on the way.

Cameron mentally scolded herself as she slowly wandered back to the empty conference room. Look at you, analyzing Prince Charming on Valentine's Day. Is that what you've been reduced to? Pathetic, pathetic!

Sitting herself down, Cameron heard a crunch. If she hadn't been alone, she would have been extremely embarrassed. So apparently there were some benefits to solitude. Gently, Cameron pulled out the offending object from the seat.

It was a big, red, heart.

Cameron cautiously lifted the lid off it and lying on top of the many chocolates was a note. It reminded her of a ransom.

Whose gift this is you cannot know.

My heart is in your keeping though.

You will not mind my writing here

To tell you that I love you so.

Cameron's eyes opened wider as she popped back a chocolate. She gagged; it had nuts. She hated nuts. Figures.

I know that you must think it queer

For me to love and not come near

But linger by some frozen lake

This most romantic time of year.

Cameron ate another one. This was dark chocolate. When would she ever get one she liked?

I sometimes give my head a shake

And ask if there is some mistake.

It's lonely out her, 'mid the sweep

Of bitter wind and icy flake.

Cameron spit the chocolate out into a tissue. This was the third one Cameron had eaten and hated. What were the chances of that?

What were the chances of this?

My love for you is dark and deep.

But it's a promise I will keep.

As from afar I watch and weep.

As from afar I watch and weep.

Finally, one Cameron liked. Caramel. Good.

P.S. I'm not crazy or anything. Just cheesy.

Cameron walked out of the building with a smile on her face and the velveteen heart tucked underneath her arm. She bristled slightly at the cold wind, but didn't mind too much. As she opened the door, she caught sight of Wilson doing the same a few parking spaces away. "Happy Valentine's Day," she called out to him.

He looked up just in time to see her drive away. "Happy Valentine's Day, Cameron. Happy Valentine's Day."