They stayed like that, their naked bodies pressed together, basking in the afternoon sun, for most of the day. House managed to grab his pills from the coffee table, taking enough to numb his leg.The TV had been changed back to the mindless children's shows, but they entertained themselves by playing along, and shouting things at the screen. House had never felt so happy as he did with Cameron. Slowly, the fact that she was so much younger than him seemed less important, as did the suspicion that she only liked him because he was damaged.

"I have to pee," Cameron whined, squirming under him. Kissing her forehead, he eased himself off the couch, allowing her to sprint towards the bathroom. He reached for his cane, which was resting at the end of the couch. Pulling his jeans back up around his waist, he followed Cameron's path to his bedroom, and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes intently on the bathroom door. Seconds later, Cameron emerged, wrapped in one of his huge towels. House gave her a lopsided smile, getting back to his feet. His lips grazed her shoulder, her neck, finally landing on her mouth. His hands snuck under the towel, pulling her bare hips closer to him. He held her there, kissing her softly, until a picture forced it's way into his mind.

Oh shit.

"Cameron?" he asked pulling away from her. Her fingers hooked onto his belt loops, forbidding him to leave her. "I think you should call Cuddy."

"You want me to break the news gently?" she asked him with a playful smirk. Running her fingers through her hair, she smiled at his thoughtfulness. Given the way that House was always mocking Cuddy, it would be impossible to even guess that he would worry about her. "I'll call her after a shower." Sweeping her lips quickly against his neck, she turned back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Cameron sat on the couch, clutching the phone in her hand. House sat next to her, pretending to watch the TV. Cameron had decided to call from her cell phone, just in case Cuddy had caller ID.

"What am I supposed to say?" Cameron asked, staring at the phone unsurely. She knew talking to Cuddy was the right thing to do, but she didn't have any idea how to start.

"Tell her that we offer to tie Wilson up naked and hang him in the lobby to beat like a piñata," House suggested, quickly glancing at her. "No charge. In fact, I'd pay her to let me do it." Cameron rolled her eyes, and shakily scrolled through her saved numbers, pressing send when she found Cuddy's. House took his eyes off the TV, watching Cameron try to control her breathing. She had no reason to be so nervous, but she was slightly worried that she wouldn't know to say to make Cuddy feel better.

"Hello?" Cuddy answered softly. Cameron could hear her shifting, probably settling back on her couch.

"Lisa, it's Allison." Cameron dropped all formalities. Cuddy needed a friend and that was what she was calling as; a friend.

"Allison?" Cuddy paused, trying to place the voice with any Allisons she knew. "Cameron?" Cameron smiled, suddenly feeling stupid.

"Yeah."

"Great. I've actually been meaning to call you,." Her voice had perked up. "You haven't seen Greg this weekend, have you? I've been worrying about him since last night." Cameron blinked a few times, trying to process what she was hearing. She glanced up at the man in question, debating about how to continue.

"Uh...no, Lisa. Sorry, I haven't."

"You're not a very convincing liar." She stopped a moment, thinking. "He's sitting right next to you, isn't he?"Cameron's heart leapt as she pulled the phone away.

"Um," she said stiffly, holding her hand tightly over the mouthpiece. House looked at her curiously, waiting for her to finish. "She's guessed that…I'm here. With you." House closed his eyes, tapping his cane on the floor. If anyone was going to figure this thing out on their own, it was Cuddy. He had just hoped that it would've taken her longer. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and took the phone out of Cameron's hands.

"Cuddy," he said gruffly down the phone. "Displaying your power to read minds isn't exactly doing anything to change my mind about the possibility that you may be a witch."

"What do you want, House?" she asked, a slight note of shock in her voice; she had only been guessing that Cameron was with House.

"I just…" He paused, bringing a hand to his face. "I'm…worried…about you." He said it quietly, almost hoping that she'd missed it.

"Are you really?" Cuddy asked, not bothering to hide the disbelief in her voice.

"What…what Wilson did to you…it's not right."

"Oh," she exclaimed, comprehension dawning one her. "Yeah. You see…Wilson…" She let out a shaky laugh. "Wilson is here. He brought me home last night since I was…well. You saw me." House could hear Wilson's voice behind the silence. House had frozen, feeling like he might puke. Afraid of what could come out if he spoke, House handed then phone back to Cameron.

"Hello?"

"He's given up?" Cuddy asked warmly.

"I guess…" Cameron glanced at House's rigid figure. "…At what?"

"Allison…You guys don't need to worry. Wilson's been here since last night. We've been…talking" The odd note in her voice suggested otherwise, but Cameron wisely chose to ignore it. "In fact, James thinks it might be a good idea to…you know, get together for dinner tonight. To talk." Cameron's stomach churned. After the ordeal at the benefit last night, Cameron wasn't so sure House would ever be willing to 'talk' to Wilson again.

"Sure, Lisa. That sounds like a good idea." House's eyes snapped on her, sensing just what it was she was agreeing to.

"Why don't you come over here, around seven? James thinks he can handle standing in the cold long enough to grill a few steaks." House was waving his arms wildly, begging her not to agree to anything.

"I'd love to see that. See you at seven." A confident smirk forming on her lips, Cameron snapped her phone shut, tossing it on the table.

"Please," House said through gritted teeth. "Do not tell me you just did what I think you did."

"We're expected at Cuddy's at seven for steaks," she replied casually. House threw his head back, trying to keep himself from reaching out and smacking her.

"I didn't know it was possible for someone to create more of a disaster than me."