A/N: Hey Everyone! I am SOOO sorry that i have not been updating for like a billion years lol. But i am back now and hopefully will have more time this weekend to update somemore! Hopefully you guys like this next chapter, because i know i did. Please Review and tell me your thoughts so that i know what kinds of things you guys would like to see Cammy do in the upcomming chapter:) Thanks guys! i love ya:D
Two Weeks to Notice:
Day 8
You walk into work with your head held up high; you are not going to let House get under your skin, well at least any more than he already is. You walk past the nurses station flashing your friendly smile and a small wave towards Brenda who you chat with on occasion, you like to hear her complain about House and everything he does, because when she does you think of all the things that he does that make you simply fall head over heals.
With a quick shake of your head as if to get rid of the thoughts that are swirling around inside you press the 'up' button for the elevator and wait for the doors to open; when they do open they are empty and you are glad because you don't want to pretend to be happy in front of all the strangers that do the same. The quiet of the elevator doesn't keep the thoughts of him away, yet they keep you occupied on the lonely ride up.
Throwing your bag down on the conference room table you move to where the coffee is and pour yourself a large cup, you are ready for House to barge in any moment and drill you with questions or with piercing glares in your direction.
"Bad night?" Foreman asks, and you turn in your heels towards him, your eyes wide, amused at his question.
"Try the whole weekend," you say, sipping at the coffee that is warming your hands from the cold outside.
"House?" This time Chase is the one talking and you smirk at him, confirming that, that is indeed what it is.
"I may need back up with my plan." You say leaning up against the counter and setting aside your coffee.
"I thought you had him all figured out", first it was Foreman with the skeptical look and questions as he grabbed himself a coffee, and then it was Chase,
"Yeah, and you really think he will listen to us!" Chase said, as he took his pencil from in between his lips and stared up at me. What was with him and those damn crosswords and chewing on pencils anyways?
"No, it's not like that, I need to get my car back," you tell them, hoping that they will agree to help.
"What happened to your car?" Foreman turns to you and you blush, embarrassed to tell him what really happened.
"We had wild sex in it!" House said as he waggled his eyebrows and limped into the room grabbing your coffee that was in your hands and takes an exaggerated sip.
"You wish!" You defend yourself, causing his eyebrows to rise higher and his lips to curl into a smirk at the hostility in your voice.
You grab your coffee out of his hands and sit down at the table. Keeping your eyes focused on the file on the table, you effectively ignore him and you can see him getting fascinated; you know that next he is going to do or say something that will make you seething mad.
"I'm picking up my car from your place tonight House," You say looking up as no one had spoken yet, and you can feel the tension in the room coming from Foreman and Chase as they have no clue of the situation.
"Can't, Paula's coming over tonight," He says, grabbing the file from your hands and making his way towards the whiteboard. He's like a child on the playground competing over a toy.
"Right, the one you have to pay to do you, right?" You say, trying to look as serious as you can as you say it. You weren't quite expecting those words to fall from your lips but they did and there was no taking them back, and again Foreman and Chase were dead silent through the entire thing, watching you and House as If it was a tennis match.
"You're just jealous cause I won't pay you," He mumbled, rolling his eyes and showing that this was nothing but some playful banter to him, so you decided to roll with it.
"You're already paying me…" You say looking up at him for a brief second before taking a long sip of your coffee.
"Ah, touché" he says, pointing his cane to you before turning to get himself his own coffee.
Just as he does you stand to get up and end up spilling coffee all down the front of your shirt, and it was a new shirt, a new white shirt at that. You gasp as you stand up and look down at your shirt which has become quiet see through and is not leaving much to the imagination. Your pink bra is glaring them all in the face, more like they were all glaring at your pink bra.
"Shit, that's hot!" You say as you slam the rest of your coffee onto the table.
"Yeah it is," it was House and he was grinning like a fool, again wagging his eyebrows in your direction, his eyes stuck on your chest.
You laugh lightly as you watch him walk away and Chase tries to dab your coffee soaked chest with a napkin. You bat him off before following House into his office.
"So about yesterday…" You say, going into serious mode.
"About yesterday…" he repeats looking up from his game boy that was making lots of crazy sounds and into your eyes, okay not into your eyes.
"Yeah, what was that all about?" You ask, placing your hands on your hips.
He continues to stare, before he shakes his head and looks up into your eyes for real, "Sorry what did you say, I can't pay attention when your fun bags are doused in my favorite drink." He looked back down towards your chest just to get his point across.
You smirk and cover your chest, folding your arms over yourself.
"Why were you such an ass yesterday?" You ask as you sit down in the chair in front of his desk.
"I was just stating the obvious," he shrugged, looking back towards his game boy and pressing rapidly on the few buttons.
"No that was not the obvious, I did not just jump into bed with my husband, I loved him!" you shout, anger getting the best of you, and you said you weren't going to let him get under your skin.
"You don't need to convince me of that…" he said, meeting your eyes, his blue eyes looking quite soft.
"House I was drunk, I didn't know what I was doing!" You are screaming now, tears pricking at your eyes, and making them look glassed.
"Exactly Cameron!" His voice was loud, booming through the entire room as he stood his cane connecting with his desk. You slinked back into the chair, quiet afraid, because you hadn't seen him like this before; you had only heard him yell like this at Wilson. If Wilson was the only one he truly cared about, then maybe him yelling like this meant he cared about you?
"You had no idea what you were doing, how can you be so naïve?" His voice was quieter now, but there was still that anger lingering in his words.
You stood up and let tears spill down over your cheeks as you walked towards the door.
"Cameron." You heard him say, his voice gruff and impatient.
You turned around to face him and he threw you one of his shirts out of his bag, "Put this on, Chase won't be able to do his job with you looking like that," he explained, keeping his eyes towards the floor.
"Thanks…for the shirt" You say quietly, holding the shirt to your chest and leaving.
You walk quickly down the hall and towards the girls' bathroom, urging yourself not to cry anymore, but the tears continued to fall freely. You wipe them away with the back of your hand as you sit in the stall, pulling off your shirt that was sticking to you. Holding up the shirt that House gave you in front of you, you let yourself smile for a second. 'Rolling Stones' it says. You press the shirt to your face and breath in, letting the aroma of House fill your nose; it is a comforting smell, although he always has the ability to make you feel so nervous.
That night you drive to House's place, remembering the route from that last time you were there. Your heart races as you stand at the door and hold your hand up to knock on the wood. You hesitate, keeping your hand frozen in place as you listen to the flawless music coming from beneath the door and out to you. You can feel your heart jump into your throat as you imagine his fingers falling gracefully over the keys in front of him, no doubt a glass of scotch sitting on top.
You let out a long breath before finally letting your hand hit against the wood. The music stops suddenly and there is rustling in the house. You close your eyes and picture him grabbing his cane and making his way to greet you, probably cursing under his breath for being so rudely disturbed, although you know he knows who it is.
The door opens and your eyes quickly flutter open, "You look surprised, did you not expect me to open the door, because that's usually what happens, you knock and the person on the inside opens the door," He says this all in one breath, making hand gestures and funny faces all at once.
"I thought you would be busy with Paula, or she would be busy with you…you know." You say as your face breaks out into a very wide smile.
"I cancelled…can't have any interruptions, it ruins the mood," He says, and you laugh, although you know there may be a chance he isn't lying.
He is blocking the door from your view, although the view of his apartment wasn't what you were here for anyways. You look up into his eyes lost in thought when he interrupts you,
"So are you just going to stand there, or are you going to tell me why you're here?" he asks, leaning heavier on his cane and staring into your eyes.
"Keys…" You manage to say as you shake your head.
He drops them in your hand and you shake your head again because he had them in his hand the entire time.
"You are so strange," You laugh as you turn to get your car.
"That's no way to say thank you!" He yells before he remembers something else, "…and where's my shirt?"
You look back twirling your keys thoughtfully as he would twirl his cane. "Im wearing it stilll," You yell back.
PS: I know i took a long time and i will try and update more now if i get the time! Please review:) Thanks for reading guys. There is ALOT more to come, and i assure you, you won't be dissapointed with the ending to this story either!