A/N: Cameron pushes House's buttons and he lets her have it with both barrels.

House popped a Vicodin as he mulled over Cameron's question.

"No," he said curtly.

"No feelings at all." She stood at his desk while he sat and started playing with a yo-yo.

"I already answered that."

She narrowed her eyes. "I think you're lying."

"Really." House put the yo-yo down and settled back into his chair. "And I think you're angry because I didn't tell you what you wanted to hear. Here's some free advice, Dr. Cameron: if you don't want to know the answer then don't ask the question."

"You just won't admit it." Cameron stood her ground and folded her arms.

The doctor raised an eyebrow at her. "You've got a lot nerve coming into my office, telling me what I do and don't feel. Am I supposed to be won over by your so-called spunk?"

"You can't sit there and honestly say you have no feelings for me."

"You're on thin ice right now, kiddo," House warned. "When you fall through don't expect me to pull you out."

"I can take it."

"Is that so."

"You can't sit there and say–"

"Oh yes, I can!" He got up and stood toe-to-toe with her. "You wanna play rough, Cameron, we'll play rough. But just remember, I always win."

"Bring it on," she dared.

"You asked for it," he said, leaning on his cane. "I don't love you and I never will."

Cameron furrowed her brow. "Is that all you have?"

"I'm glad you asked. No, it's not. Since you were so kind as to inform me of my feelings for you, let me tell you a thing or two about your feelings for me. I used to think that you wanted to fix me, change me, all I needed was a little time and a little care and I'd be good as new. But I'm broken beyond repair and you know it. So that just leaves one conclusion–you want me because you can't have me. And guess what, you never will. The sooner you get that through your pretty little head, the better." He watched as her face turned blotchy and she fought back tears. "If your feelings are hurt, that's too goddamned bad. You were warned. I play rough and I always win."

"So you're just going to sit on your ass and drink yourself into a stupor." She snatched a tissue and wiped her eyes.

"And if I do will you immediately voice your concern," Cameron's head snapped up and House smirked, "or will you wait four days until I pass out in the waiting room because you just love me so much."

"You chicken-shit bastard," she hissed.

"You better believe it," he deadpanned. "I'll bet my motorcycle there's one thought that never crossed your mind. One little thought and we might have avoided this whole enchanting conversation."

Cameron sniffed. "What is it?"

"Well gee-whiz, Dr. Cameron, instead of me sitting on my sorry ass, saying hello to the bottom of a scotch bottle every night," House said in a loud, obnoxious voice that bounced off the walls, "maybe, just maybe, I'm in love with someone else."

Cameron was caught off guard. "You're joking."

"You only wish I was joking." He glared at her for a few more beats, then limped back to his chair. "I think we're done here."

"All you had to do was say so," she said stonily.

"First, you didn't ask because the thought never occurred to you, did it?" He didn't wait for a reply. "Second, it's none of your damned business. I hope you got the answers you were looking for because this discussion is over. Now, you have five seconds to get the hell out of my office or you're going to be emptying bedpans for the next month."

She turned and stalked out the door in a cold silence.

Dr. House glared past the door and hall, mindlessly twirling the yo-yo.

The thought never crossed your mind. You didn't think it was possible, did you Cameron? he thought as he caught the yo-yo again and again.