Part Six
Title: Vicodin is for Lovers pt 6
Author: revolution25 aka laurieisme
Summary: will later be House/Cameron. Between love and hate, Cameron and House find a happy in-between.
Rating: Teen right now, may go to Adult later.
Author's Notes: My first House fanfiction, but hardly my first fanfiction. As ever thanks eternally to my beta Vessybeta.
Amor gignit amorem (love begets love)
She was now driving to House's place, after he had invited her to a welcome back party he was throwing for himself.
She had changed from her work clothes and was wearing jeans and one of her nicer tops. She was not going to think that maybe she was wearing the best casual clothes she had because it was House. Alright, she might think it but she would never admit it to herself, or anyone else.
She knocked, wondering what a party thrown by House would look like, and becoming worried that she was not dressed right.
House answered the door dressed in what he wore at work, and she smiled knowing she should have never thought differently.
"I brought you this," Cameron said showing him a bottle.
House took it and read the label aloud, "Sparkling Cider. Cute..."
He stepped aside and let her in. House's apartment looked much cleaner than the last time she had seen it and it no longer smelled like a sex club, but more like a home.
The only decoration, seemed to be the only other person there, Wilson drunk on the couch.
"You only invited us?" Cameron stated more than asked as she took off her coat.
"Of course, you think I'd let Chase even know where I live?"
"Hey Cameron, game's on."
Cameron smiled, of course it was on.
"Great." She said, trying to mean it.
"What do you want to drink?" House asked from the kitchen.
"Some of the stuff I brought."
House laughed from the kitchen, "You sure you want to? Slow it down Dr. Cameron, we have all night to get that top off."
Wilson's head perked up off the couch when he heard that, and looked to Cameron who's cheeks grew red.
House entered the room again, handing her a glass, and holding one himself. She looked to see that their glasses held the same liquid, something about that made her smile.
House pushed Wilson to one side of the couch and sat down.
"Now Cameron, the first thing you have to know about football... Well the quarterback is like a quarterback, only a different one for the little metaphor we have here..."
She sighed, she was going to have to find some way to repay him for this.
An hour later the game was all but muted, Wilson was passed out on the couch, and Cameron and House were at the piano.
"So your part in this is something even a well trained monkey could do... Chase isn't ready for it yet, but you, I have faith in you."
"Thank you very kindly Dr. House." Cameron laughed as she sipped her cider.
"You hold this key down and count to two, no mississippi's or anything like that, just one, two, got it?"
"Funny enough in med school they require that we're able to count up to eight."
"Then this key for a count of one, then THIS key for a count of three. Ready?" he asked as he placed his own hands on the keys.
She nodded.
He began to play something soft and soothing, something she didn't figure him for ever wanting to play.
He sighed for what she thought was no reason, "That was your cue."
"I'm sorry." She laughed.
"You're worse than a well trained monkey. Come on Dr. Cameron."
"Okay, okay, I've got it." she laughed.
He began to play again, and she began to pick up her cues. They played for a moment, she listened to the song and couldn't believe that she wasn't screwing it up.
"Funny thing about Wilson," He said, "He is always sleeps when I play this song. A bomb could go off, but as long as I play this song, he's out."
She heard what he was saying, and was trying to process what it could mean.
"I... I lied about the hooker," He said, "I got a hooker but I... I just watched."
She knew that this was his way of apologizing for what happened that night, she didn't know what to say to it though.
"Okay."
It was all she could think of saying. She still hated that he did it, but it made everything a little less worse.
"I'm sorry for what I said to you," Cameron stopped playing and looked over at him surprised, "Keep going" He nudged.
She did as she was told, but found herself very surprised that he would even say the words.
"You weren't well."
"I wanted to make you mad because I was mad at you for Wilson."
This was the most House had opened up to her ever, and she thought she'd faint from the sight, but she had to keep talking.
"For Wilson?"
House looked away from her, down at the keys, "Because of... the two of you. I guess I kind of liked it when you had a crush on me... I don't think that's ever happened before, and when the two of you became closer I guess I- Well he is better looking-"
"House," Cameron interrupted, knowing he had to be really thick headed, "Wilson and I were, and have been, spending more time together because of you. That's all we ever talk about, or a dying patient. We aren't... I'm not interested in him."
House looked to the keys again and shook his head but said nothing. They both sat there playing the song for what seemed like forever. After a while her finger slipped and she played the wrong note.
"Uhhgg and I had such high hopes. Okay forget it." House put his hand over the keys she was instructed to play.
She tried to slap them away, "I've got it. My finger slipped. Come on House, it's my first time playing piano."
"Alright, but you're on probation. I have to pat you down every hour on the hour, make sure you aren't holding any piano playing enhancement drugs."
She agreed and began playing her part again.
Right after the third time her part came around; she felt his hand on her cheek, then his lips on hers.
She didn't know what to do, with everything that had been going on, with what she just went through with him. She was in a way still angry with him over what had happened.
But House was kissing her, his lips were begging for her to comply, and she couldn't say no. The kiss spoke of need and want, of conformation of feelings, and of feelings long repressed.
It didn't mean more than it was, he wasn't conforming his ever lasting love for her, he was just confirming for that moment, that her feelings towards him were not at all unwelcomed.
And she liked that.
Wilson snorted and they quickly broke apart, House began to play something different, and Cameron took her hand off the keys.
Wilson's phone rang three minutes later, and he had a very short conversation with the person on the other end. He hung up and sighed.
"Well?" House asked.
"Get the blanket." Wilson said making himself more comfortable.
House went to the closet and got the blanket and threw it over to Wilson who unfolded it.
"I've got to go." Cameron said feeling as if she were watching a private act between two friends of the male persuasion.
"Goodbye Allison." Wilson said sleepily from the couch.
"Goodnight Jimmy," She said teasingly.
She approached the door and House met her, one hand on the knob.
He seemed to think something over, then opened the door for her, She walked so she was on the other side of it, but turned back to him.
"Goodnight Dr. House." She said with a bit if playfulness.
He only replied with a 'goodnight' but that was more than she really expected from him.
The entire night was more than she expected.
She drove home, not thinking of anything other than the time spent at House's piano.
She arrived at work the next day at her usual time, and went straight for the coffee machine. Once that was set up she went over to Steve's cadge and put in some more food and water. House had brought him back to his apartment last night, so she didn't have to worry about him escaping as she did so.
She then went to her paperwork, lab results and letters. It was an hour before Chase then Foreman walked in. They both grumbled and went to get their own coffee. Twenty minutes of them waking up, then Wilson and House arrived. House seemed very much like himself, but Wilson was groggy and a little out of it. House held a small carrier cadge, and Steve in it, and went to quickly put him in his other cadge.
After Cameron wordlessly helped House with his coffee, she poured one for Wilson and set it in front of him along with an aspirin.
"Thanks." he said taking it in his hands.
"Now if Cameron is done waitressing the joint, lets get on to the patient."
Cameron, who would usually get at least a little angry at a comment like that, was not angry at all, she just handed him a piece of paper.
"The Marrow's clean. Ran all tests, they all came back negative."
"Then I was right, it's viral. "Chase said sitting up a little taller in his chair.
"No, it just means that the bone marrow is clean."
"It could still be Addisons." Cameron said.
"Won't you let it go?" House said, "The test came back-"
"Inconclusive, which means that maybe we should test again." Cameron said.
"Do you want her to have any blood left, inside her body? No, we can't do anymore tests. She needs all the blood she can get..."
Cameron thought it over for a moment then turned to the whiteboard, "What if it were in her blood."
"We tested for toxins." Foreman said.
"But what if there was something in there that we don't normally look for, because it's naturally produced."
"You mean her body is producing lethal amounts of something?" Chase asked.
"That could be why the test results we did with her blood came back inconclusive."
House looked at the white board and tapped his cane, "Ten year old body poisoning itself... I like it. Go get one more sample from her and test it."
Cameron quickly entered House's office, "I've got the lab resu-"
She stopped dead when she saw Stacey and House sitting next to each other.
"I'm sorry," She turned leaving but was stopped by House's voice.
"Give me the lab results, then you can go away."
Cameron gave him the folder then quickly walked out of the room.