Disclaimer: Yes, I actually need one this time. This is the fluffiest piece of fluff ever written ever. It's in this "story" because I didn't want it to be taken seriously. So, you all know the drill. House is not mine. I can only write about him in hopes that someday David Shore will read this, take pity on me, and decide to give him to me in his will…for which I will be very thankful as I'm murdering him.

The fluffiest piece of fluff ever written ever:

Dr. House was in a dangerous mood. It was in his eyes, and the way he paced up and down the halls of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Nobody was particularly surprised. Ever since he announced that he was sick of being under the control of a stupid pill and that he was giving up vicodin (a huge shock to everyone), he'd been even more acerbic than usual. Everyone simply rolled their eyes and got out of his way. The only person who worried was Dr. Allison Cameron. She'd thought that he was finally over the withdrawal, he had been acting more himself recently, and he was handling the pain better. Just last night they had gone out to dinner and he hadn't fingered his empty pocket once…

At around noon, House stormed his way into the break room. The three ducklings looked up at him, waiting for their daily insults. In the years they had worked for him, they had become use to his atrocious bedside manner, and while the "House-boys" didn't necessarily consider themselves friends of House, they did occasionally enjoy his biting humor. They were surprised however, when House stared right at them and said "Meeting, my office, now" and stormed out again.

When they arrived in House's office, they were surprised to see that Wilson, Cuddy, and Stacy were also present. Walking in, the three sent curious looks at them, only to be answered with similarly confused stares. Nobody had any idea what was going on. Finally, House walked in.

"I've called you all in here, because I have a couple important announcements to make, and because it's important that you are all here when I make them."

"What is it, Greg? Did you forge someone's signature on the operation papers again? Because I doubt the judge will listen to me the second time."

House looked at Stacy, "No, it has nothing to do with work."

"Well then why are we all here?"

House looked annoyed, "If you let me make the announcements, it'd be perfectly obvious."

He took a deep breath. "Ok, the first announcement is that after an entire month of pain and hardship, I am OFFICIALLY off vicodin."

They watched him, knowing better than to cheer or comment. Pride showed in the faces of his friends and coworkers though, and that was plenty for him.

"My second announcement is this:" he looked each person in the room straight in the eye, ending with Cameron, "The reason I decided to give up vicodin, is so that I could do this without the aid of drugs." He placed his cane on the desk, and using the same desk as support, carefully lowered himself to his damaged knee, grimacing at the pain. Cameron stepped forward to help, but Wilson held her back, a small knowing smile on his face. House put the weight of one hand on his good knee for support, and then reached into his pocket with the other. He withdrew a small box.

"Dr. Allison Cameron," he said, his blue eyes wide with pain and nerves, "I love you. Will you marry me?"

Silence rained in the room. Shocked looks dominated everyone's faces except for Stacy's and Wilson's, who looked pleased but totally unsurprised. Cuddy, Chase and Foreman, however, were floored. They didn't even know that House and Cameron had been dating. Cameron's eyes filled with tears.

"Yes!" she said, and kissed the thoroughly relieved Dr. House soundly before snatching up the box and putting the beautiful diamond ring on her finger.

Warmth had filled Cuddy's eyes by now as she looked at the scene, but Chase and Foreman still stood, staring at House as if aliens had landed on their front lawns and were requesting a truck load of tapioca pudding. House looked at them, the sarcastic look back in his eyes, and spoke:

"What? Do you guys think you're here because you're my friends?" he sneered at the word, "That's what they're here for." He said, nodding at the others. "You're here to help me up."

And so ends my out of character and rather goofy fluff. Tomorrow's chapter is, of course, from Jeeves, and is entitled "Disagreement" It's a personal letter to some of you other fanfiction writers. You'll know who you are…..