Thankyou SOOOO MUCH, for the reviews. They all meant so much to me. Twizliz, your review really helped. Please no flames though, I really can't handle them….This chapter starts off a bit slow but I think it gets better by the end. Tell me what you think! Sorry if the grammar is bad I'm currently trying to get a beta.

Chapter Summary: House goes to visit Cameron. Wilson and Cuddy have an evil plan with a digital camera.

CHAPTER 2

By the end of the week, Cameron was ready to hold a gun to her head. She knew she should have taken the week off, instead of dragging herself into work each day, but the thought of sitting at home in her apartment, alone for 5 whole days was not an appealing one. It was probably irresponsible of her to go to work and put other people's health at risk, but the only human contact she was having was with the diagnostic team and occasionally Wilson. Chase and Foreman had both told her they had caught it as kids and Wilson had taken the vaccine. She was yet to show any signs of blisters on her skin, though it felt numb and heavy. The disgusting red blotches were inevitable.

She had kept herself to herself most of the week doing research in the lab, catching up on paper work and sorting through House's mail. She even went to Cuddy saying she was under the weather and asked if she could cut back on her clinic hours, after all the patients would not appreciate a sick doctor. Cuddy agreed, being appreciative that she'd come into work in the first place and said she'd just badger House into doing some extra work. A few days this week she'd even gone to House's office on her lunch break, to watch TV with him. Sure, she technically wasn't invited, and he'd become increasingly annoyed at her and her constant coughing fits during his favourite programs. He'd usually just poke her with his cane until she'd leave the room, but she didn't care, she had fun annoying him. Their conversational skills had increased too. He would keep her informed on all the characters and their back-stories. At first she thought the plot lines were ridiculous but she was slowly getting sucked in. Cameron would never admit that to him, being a book person herself, but she had vowed never to miss an episode of the soap from that day forward. She, herself had tried to start up conversations about the characters to impress him with her new found knowledge of the show. She randomly blurted out one day that she thought Dr Stevens was dreamy, only for House to respond with a I'm not having this conversation with you face.

It was now Friday evening and she was relieved that she could finally go home and rest for the weekend. Chase and Foreman had invited her to go get drinks after work but she had declined saying she was wiped. As she began to pack her bags she briefly saw House enter his office and was shocked by the sight of him. He was limping much heavier than usual, a permanent scowl imprinted on his face. He looked like he was sweating a lot and was uncomfortable in his own clothes. His nose was red and his eyes were puffy. Hmm I guess I'm not the only one who feels like crap she thought to herself as she left the hospital. She was slightly worried that she might have had something to do with his appearance, but it was highly doubtful. Surely he had caught the virus at some point in his life? She decided to get all the thoughts of House out of her head. It was herself she should be worrying about right now, not him.

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Sunday morning arrived and House made a slight grunting noise. His head was killing him. He sat up on his bed and tried to think clearly. It didn't take long for him to diagnose himself. He had a slight fever, was achy all over, his skin was itchy with some blisters and his throat was rough. He had the chicken pox. How the fuck did I manage to catch the chicken pox? He thought to himself. Then suddenly the image of a brown haired woman flashed through his mind. A very sexy woman yes, but an even more annoying one…Cameron! She'd been coughing in his office all week, but he'd assumed she just had a sore throat. Oooh she's going to pay! He thought to himself as limped out of bed.

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Cameron was disturbed by the sounds of continuous rapping at her door. She got off the couch and stared at herself in the mirror. She was currently wearing a huge T-shirt (great for snuggling in), and a pair of Winnie the Pooh pyjama bottoms. Her hair was a train wreck and her face was covered in read blotches, not the best condition to greet someone at the door with, but she had to answer because if they didn't stop knocking her head was going to explode.
She reluctantly opened the door to be greeted with the image of a pale House in sweat pants and a t-shirt, currently giving her the death glare.

"You look hot" he remarked, smirking at her terrible appearance.

"Is that supposed to be a joke?" she asked, clearly not amused.

"No! There's nothing sexier than a girl in a fat mans t-shirt looking like she's suffering from bad teenage acne…grrrr" he added with a tiger hand gesture.

"If I didn't feel so worn out I'd argue back about your ensemble." She replied, clearly not in the mood for his sarcasm this early in the morning. "What the hell are you doing here? It's Sunday, we don't have work today."

"You made me sick!" he stated nonchalantly.

Before she could respond House had pushed past her, his nose stimulated by the smell of fresh food. House stood in her living room and salivated. His house was currently empty of anything good to eat, only leaving him with rat food for Steve McQueen, which he certainly wasn't desperate enough to try. (Not that Steve would share anyway.)

"Is this why you came to my office, everyday? Was it part of you master plan to infect me with your chicken virus!" he continued. "Under all the niceness you're a real Dr Evil you know."

"House, you know I would never do that. I can't believe you never caught it as a child. Did you not think of getting the vaccine?"

"It was on my to-do-list" he mumbled in reply.

"Well that was silly of you!" she said, slightly hypocritically, seeming as she didn't get one either. Something about being doctors meant that you saw ill people everyday, but because you were the one curing them, you felt slightly invincible to all the viruses around you.

"Well I managed to avoid the damn thing for 46 years until you came along!" House shouted, slightly annoyed at her lack of guilt for making him ill. With that said, Cameron dropped her head slightly, eyes sorrow filled. Now that's the face I was looking for! He thought triumphantly to himself.

The next thing Cameron knew, House was making himself comfortable on her couch, resting his feet on the coffee table and pulling a blanket over his lap.

"Now the least you can do is feed me, in payment for your stupidity! For starters I'll have some of that chicken soup you're making, for main meal I'll go for an oven pizza and for dessert I'll have some cheesecake." He said, rattling off to her like she was some sort of waitress.

"I only made enough soup for one." She said, slightly annoyed, while tapping her foot on the carpet.

"Ahh, sucks for you then!" he said back, a firm grin on his face. Ooo he loved the power!

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House ate his food, like a man who had been starving in Africa for the last 5 years. Cameron just sat next to him on the couch looking confused by the whole situation.

"Cute pants." House observed, looking up briefly from his plate. Cameron looked down at her pink, Winnie the Pooh PJ bottoms, mentally scolding herself for wearing such an embarrassing ensemble while the man of her affections was around. Could this day get any worse!

House began to frantically scratch his belly above the fabric of his T-shirt, his teeth gritted in determination to stop the annoying sensation.

"You shouldn't scratch like that; it'll just make things worse." Cameron pointed out to him

"Wow…you're good! You should become a doctor or something!" House snarked, sarcasm dripping from his voice in his annoyance.

Three meals and a satisfied tummy later, he left her apartment, a big grin on his face! He loved to push her buttons; it gave him so much pleasure to watch that annoyed expression she gave him when she was pissed.

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Monday afternoon and House had called in sick. He found playing the piano kept his fingers occupied and away from his itchy skin. When he heard a knock at his door he leapt off the bench. To say he was bored was an understatement.

He limped to the door, a black, woollen blanket hung over his head, one hand holding either side together at his chest.

"God House you look like the Grim Reaper!" Wilson squealed at the sight of his friend.

"Damn Wilson, you caught me! I just got back from Cuddy's house… She erm, won't be coming in tomorrow…" He replied with a devilish grin.

"Ha, ha very funny House." He replied, rolling his eyes. "I came by on my lunch break to check up on you. Cuddy wants me to make sure you're not faking it!"

"Me? Fake an illness? I would never do such a thing!" he said making an angelic face. "Well Cuddy is an idiot. Even if I was faking I'd just make you lie for me...aaaachhhoooo"

House went to take a seat on the couch and Wilson wasn't far behind, tugging an unknown object behind his back. The next thing House knew, Wilson had leapt forward, camera in his hand and was frantically taking pictures of House's dishevelled form, the flashes causing the poor diagnostician to go blind while his arms and legs waggled in the air.

"What the hell was that for?" House screamed angrily at his younger friend who was laughing in hysterics, while looking at the digital camera screen.

"Sorry House, I guess, Cuddy didn't trust me to tell her the truth either. She wanted to get some physical proof of your illness." Wilson explained while pointing to the image of House on the screen, his shocked expression making the picture extremely amusing.

"Hey, what ever happened to Bros before Hoes man?" House said in his best surfer dude accent.

"Cuddy's going to love this!" Wilson mused, completely ignoring House.

"Yeah, she gets some strange pleasure from seeing me in pain…So your wife like the ring?" he asked, not wanting to think of Cuddy and her evil schemes anymore.

"I'm giving it to her tonight. We've finally run out of things to argue about, so I think its perfect timing."

"Ahh, the romance of married life ay?" House said, letting out a small chuckle.

House's stomach chose that point to let out a large growling noise.

"Man, have you eaten anything today? Your stomach sounds like a volcano just erupted!" House placed his hands over his stomach defensively.

"I've kind of run out of food and since I've got sick I've lost lots of my energy. I don't think I have the strength to walk or drive anywhere."

"Well I don't know how you've survived all weekend but I suggest you go get some chow. You know the kind of stuff your mum would make you when you're sick… soup and stuff. I would but I'm late for work already."

With that said, a glint appeared In House's eyes. Soup, I know where I can get soup, and some motherly care to go with it! He thought to himself.

"Hey Wilson, can you give me a lift somewhere?..."

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Wilson walked into Cuddy's office, a grin firmly in place after House's crazy explanation as to why he had to be dropped round Cameron's place.

"Cuddy! I've got a certain photo you'll want to see!" Wilson announced, quite proud of himself, for what he'd achieved.

"Wow I didn't actually think you'd do it! Let me see!" Wilson handed her the camera. She started to giggle at the sight of House looking like a helpless hamster. The poor guy, I actually feel sorry for him…nearly. She thought. As Wilson went to take it back from her clutches, she held it high the air away from his reach.

"Erm Wilson, do you mind if I keep this to upload onto my computer?" she asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.

"You want a copy of the picture?" He asked, slightly bewildered at Cuddy's motives. Maybe House was right, maybe she did like the thought of him in pain.

"Hell yeah! That picture is becoming my new screen saver!" Cuddy said, with an evil grin on her face.

TBC...

K, that was the second chapter. Please tell me what you thought. Your reviews last time encouraged me to get this chap up ASAP. There will be some proper House/Cam interaction in the next chapter. I got a little diverted in this one because I enjoy writing Wilson and Cuddy. I did do some research on chicken pox but if any of it is wrong, I'm sorry just play along with it.