Second chapet is up! I haven't had any reviews for the first one yet, but I guess I only posted it a few hours ago, so I'm not worried.

Oh who am I kidding? Yes I am! Please review!


That early morning phone call turned out to be the first of many. Alison Cameron had always been a morning person, but her newfound chipperness had driven everyone to the brink of insanity. So much so that her two male colleagues found themselves in House's office one morning practically begging for his help.

"We can't take it any more!"

"You have to do something!"

"She's too happy!"

"Please! Anything!"

House could barely contain himself; it seemed bizarre that two fully-grown men could be afraid of his little Cameron! Well of Cameron, she wasn't his, not yet anyway.

"See, it's starting to annoy me too and I was going to do something about it, but after seeing how much it makes you too suffer, maybe we need a bit more chipperness round here, I guess I can always adapt!" He smiled maliciously.

Truth be told, he was getting rather worried, plan win-back-Cameron was not going well, in fact it had fallen rather flat after she caught him on her laptop. He'd originally blown her off because he didn't think he could make her happy, but now he was almost certain he couldn't. But he was Gregory House, and he wasn't about to give up.

Strolling (as best he could) he tried to be nonchalant as he listened into her phone conversation. It wasn't hard, she was speaking quite loudly. As always in their conversations there seemed to be a mix of flirting and sad sympathy. It made him wonder what she was sympathising with him over, was she dating another dying man? Sad she couldn't fix another broken soul? He'd never really believed she only wanted him because he was broken and she wanted to fix him, he just tried to tell himself that.

"OK, well I've booked the tickets for 7, and now I've got to go, bye!" She paused, listening into the phone, when the 'email lady' spoke.

"See, that's probably the conformation email now! Ok? Bye! You too!" And with that she flipped her phone shut, a small smile gracing her lips.

"Sorry about that!" she trilled, her small smile evolving into a fully-blown beam, "Coffee, anyone?"

"Please!" croaked Chase as Foreman nodded, looking close to tears.

"Ok, my little cottages!" House announced, receiving worried looks from all his fellows as they wondered if it was time to take him up to the 3rd floor –phsyc. "You all have the honourable job of covering my clinic hours!"

"If it's so honourable, why doesn't he cover them himself?" Chase grumbled, he was annoyed that House had laughed in his and Foreman's faces over their pleas for help with their Cameron-problem. Unluckily for him, House heard what had meant to be a quiet moan to nobody but himself.

"Care to share it with the class Robert?" He asked.

Chase gulped and looked around like a startled rabbit.

"N-no, I'm good, I'll just go, well, down to the clinic, to you know, cover your hours."

Foreman smirked, but Cameron burst out in a fit of loud giggles, causing all three men to glare at her, spluttering she put up her hands in a mock surrender position.

"OK!" she said, "Chill!"

Trooping out the door, the three underlings made their way to the elevator, which would take them to along, and painful session in the dreaded clinic.

The minute the coast was clear, House snatched Cameron's laptop and switched it on, typing in her password as easily as if it were his own. Once it had loaded he accessed her inbox, only to find it empty. She'd obviously taken to deleting her emails after last time. In his mind this meant there were no way of finding out what the mystery tickets were for. They could be for anything from a musical, to monster-trucks to a highly erotic lap-dancing club where she worked part-time. But then again, if she was getting conformation emails, that probably meant she'd booked them online. Pulling up the Internet explorer, he browsed the history; opening a page she'd viewed not long before. The cinema ticket-booking page. According to this she had booked to tickets to see some comedy film this Friday. He sniggered, only Cameron would book in advance for the movies, maybe his view of her wasn't completely inaccurate.