A/N: Hey everybody! sorry for the wait, but here is day 7, the END of the first week. Luckily there is still one more week for cameron to get her point across. Anyways i hope you all enjoy this part and review to let me know if you did :) By the way who else didn't like the last episode seeing House is bed with Stacy. Poor cameron :(

Two Weeks to Notice:

Day 7

You wake up and run your hand over your face. The banging in your head just doesn't seem to want to go away and you know it will only get worse as the day goes on.

You make your way into the bathroom and study your reflection in the mirror. It is safe to say you look like complete hell. You hair is stuck to your damp sweaty face and your makeup is trailing down your cheeks.

Stepping carefully into the shower one leg slowly after the other you turn on the water and let is fall down over your aching joints. It feels good to be able to think somewhat clearer.

What the hell happened last night? Did I see House? What did he say to me? You can't seem to remember much about the night before, and for a few brief seconds worry if anything happened.

You step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body. Cool drips of water fall down your back and you shiver. You think of House. He can make you shiver.

As you change into your clothes for the day you change into something casual. A professional jacket over a cute white top that plunges in the front. You choose to wear black pants today, instead of wearing a skirt like the day before.

You lounge into the kitchen and turn on the coffee, taking no notice of the time. Your hair is still wet but you have your makeup on and you are more awake then before. The smell of the coffee in the room seems to give you a burst of energy as if you had already drank some.

You glance over towards the clock for just a second before you realize it is already one in the afternoon. You mentally slap yourself, and are already thinking of excuses in your head. You know they are unlikely to work, considering he saw you last night.

You pull your hair into a loose bun and run towards the front hall looking for your keys as you pull on your shoes. Your head swivels back and forth through the room as you search everything. No keys.

Running over towards the phone you notice there are 5 missed messages. You hesitate before listening to the first one.

It's House. He is asking you how your head feels.

The second one is also him; he is talking about how it isn't good to be late. You roll your eyes. He is late almost everyday.

You tap your foot on the floor beneath you as you listen to the third one from House, "Where the hell are you?" He is asking in a gruff tone that makes you smile. He is taking time out of his day to call you.

The fourth message said, "By the way your car is at my house."

You freeze, unable to think. Your breathe is caught in your chest as you pick up the phone ignoring the last message from who is probably House and dial the number for a taxi.

As you make your way into the conference room House is waiting there for you. He is sitting in one of the chairs, his legs propped up on the table and his can is twirling thoughtfully in his hand. You know he has something to say.

You look towards the white board as you walk in, as he is now pointing towards it with his cane. His face is completely serious.

At first you wonder if your patient had been discharged and you had already gotten another case. That is until you read what the symptoms were.

The board read:

Headache

Nausea

Fatigue

"Differential diagnosis," you hear him say in that smug tone that he has. You have your mouth open slightly at how strange he really is, and how much pleasure he gets from embarrassing other people.

"It's probably just a hangover…I would know." You smile as you say it and grab your head showing him that your head hurts.

"Ah, my Dr.Cameron…it can't be. I always pictured you as more of a knitter."

You stop in your place as your pour the coffee for a moment, hearing what he had just said to you, he said my Dr.Cameron.

You turn to face him and see that smug look on his face. You love that look, he looks so sexy.

"There's a lot of things you have learned about me this last week you never knew about."

You leave the statement open, knowing that he will keep talking.

"Yeah, your car doesn't drive nearly as nice as mine." His voice sounds even smugger then before if that is possible and you keep your eyes locked on his. He isn't looking away from you either and you like that. Usually he can't keep contact with you for more than a few seconds.

Your face is serious for a moment as you turn lift your perfectly arched eyebrow and your mouth turns into a lopsided smile.

"I could have driven it home." You stare into his eyes giving him a look that shows him you have no clue how he even got your keys.

"You better get down to the clinic." He finally breaks eye contact with you, and you are relieved. If he looked at you any longer, you wouldn't have been able to compose yourself.

As you got to open the door you remember something, "I don't have clinic duty today…"

His face is serious as he answers you, "You were late."

You make your way towards the clinic and laugh to yourself at that weird encounter. Then again all your encounters are weird. But that time it seemed like he truly cared. Why else would he have called five times today wondering where you were?

Runny noses and worried mothers fill the rest of your day. Your head throbs hard and you have become irritated diagnosing cold after cold after cold.

At lunch which really can be more considered as dinner you make your way towards the cafeteria.

You stride towards the line and grab a salad and some water before sitting down at a small table for two.

You down a few tablets with your water and lean your hold your head in your hands. You are so tired that you wish that you could just go home, but you know that House is going to ride your ass today. Not that you mind.

"Headache?" You hear a friendly voice ask you from behind and you turn around. Wilson is standing with a tray in his hand and House is behind him looking annoyed that they aren't sitting yet.

"Yeah, probably because I haven't eaten yet." You answer and turn back around, expecting the conversation to be over.

"Yeah right, that's what it was from," You hear House's voice now and see that Wilson has sat down across from you.

You roll your eyes at him and rest your head back carefully in your hands. There is no way you can even think of doing anything for the plan today.

"Are you sure it isn't from all those drinks those guys bought you last night?" Wilson asks his eye brows raised in a questioning manner.

You turn around to face House now, a cold look in your eyes.

"You told him!" you yell at him, becoming angry.

"Well it was kinda hard not to." He replies rolling his eyes, as if it was obvious.

He pulls up a chair and sits down at the edge of the table, you can feel his leg rub against yours, but you ignore it.

"How was it hard?" Your whispering now, as you realize the attention you have drawn towards yourself.

"I was there," Wilson laughs as he grabs the back of his neck as if the situation is embarrassing him. You wonder for a moment how he could be embarrassed about this, when he is flirting with the nurses all the time.

You lean back in your chair and groan slightly, closing your eyes to block out some of the bright light.

"You look like you had some fun." Wilson adds as he sees she isn't going to say anything else, and House is just sitting there with a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

"I wouldn't know." You say opening your eyes, thinking of a plan right then and there.

Wilson laughs harder now and you look over at House whose eyes have lost their glint of amusement.

"You almost left with someone." House snaps, looking into your eyes and making you shudder. "There is something new I've learned, you go home with random men…maybe that's why you married a dying man? You didn't even know anything about him; you just jumped in bed with him."

Your eyes water as you stand up; this is not how you wanted your plan to go.

"I'm taking the rest of the day off." You say coldly and turn your back to the two men at your table. Now you don't even know how you feel about House. Was he jealous, or worried?

He stares at your retreating back for a moment before he bites into his sandwich.