The Softer Side of House.

Weezle13

Chapter 1.

Gods she could only stand one arse hole at work at a time. Not only had her boss, Dr Gregory House been his usual grumpy, sarcastic self but their new patient was, in his own way, just as bad. He kept saying 'my dear Dr. Cameron surely you should be married at your age? No, well when you do you'll have to give up this doctoring business and look after him' how much more in the 1950's could he be Alison Cameron thought to herself as she walked out of Princeton Plainsbrough Teaching Hospital's front door for lunch. She had not dragged herself through med school, worked herself near to near to death to be top of her class, continued through her husbands death near the end of her final year exams just to give up and be a HOUSEWIFE. She was a good doctor, she helped people, she made a difference, she did what was right.

Cameron was so angry that she barely looked where she was going, just intent on her destination, a little café across the road where she talk to a sympathetic ear who was not part of the hospital. Suddenly a very familiar voice broke through to her. The voice of the one man she loved, the one man who she would give her life to, the one man who everyday, tortured her in his own unique way. House.

'Cameron. ALISON' only once before had he used her first name and that had been at the beginning of their disastrous date. The tone though was completely new. Never before had she heard his voice so full of raw fear. She didn't even have time to turn round before she felt an arm snake round her waist and pull her backwards hard and fast, so fast that she tripped and fell taking House with her just as a car speed over the point where she had been walking just a split second ago. The car squealed to a stop and the irate driver jumped out yelling about looking before walking out onto a road, yet Cameron wasn't listening, all her awareness was pulled powerfully towards the warm body next to her. House. He was panting slightly with fear? Fear, was he scared he might have lost her? No, she was the only 'duckling' that worked if any thing happened to her he would have to work Cameron told herself.

'Didn't your mommy ever teach you to look before you crossed a road.' he asked looking at the sky. His arm was still wrapped around her waist. Slowly he unwrapped his arm and slid it out from where it was trapped under her. Sitting up he looked at her with a frown. 'you OK?' he asked with something like concern in his voice.

'Yeah, I think I'll survive.' he got clumsily to his feet using his cane and trying not to use his bad leg. When he was up his left hand reached down to grip hers and pulled her to her feet. He visually looked her over for any damage, his ice blue eyes as usual never missing a thing. He nodded once, dry swallowed a Vicodin and turned his icy stare to the driver who was still shouting about nearly damaging his precious car. Anger radiated off House as he looked at him.

'Shut up. You shouldn't be driving that car anyway. The tablets I gave you last week slows your reactions, numbs you. You. Are. Driving. ILLIGALLY. So if you start shouting again I will have you arrested Mr. Bradley.' though his voice was calm House's eyes still blazed with anger.

Out of nowhere House saw a man run out of the crowd that had formed and practically pounced on Cameron, hugging her. House tried to push down the jealousy that he was feeling. What he wouldn't give to be in that strangers place right then. But he couldn't feel that way he was her boss and it could be nothing more then that. Yet however many times he told himself that, House still felt that envy boil up in him.

'Al are you OK? What happened?

'Terry, I'm fine, just had a shock. I wasn't thinking, I wasn't looking about. I just wanted to hurry up and meet you.' at those words House knew that the envy he felt showed on his face and quickly hid it behind a blank expression as 'Terry' looked at him questioningly. Cameron saw the look.

'Terry. This is Greg House, my boss. House, this is Terry, my brother.' relief flashed through House. Her brother, she wasn't screwing him. Maybe there is a God. Terry watched as he saw the relief bloom then disappear behind a small smile.

'One of Cameron's famous siblings. You're the eldest aren't you.' surprised Terry nodded his confirmation as House said 'pleased to meet you. I would love to stay and chat but I don't do families. Cameron, you sure your OK' he continued at her nod 'fine any problems see someone else. I don't do patient's, see you after lunch about …..erm.…..let me think……tomorrow. Later' and with that House limped off.

'Is he always so weird or was that just shock?' Cameron laughed.

'Nope that's House on a good day' Terry shook his head and shrugged steering his younger sister into the café. They sat talking about Terry's family and the latest Cameron family news like Uncle Harry getting yet another dog. After lunch Terry looked at Allison and grinned.

'I reckon House fancies you.' Cameron just gawped at him.

'What?'

'Well, when I hugged you before he looked like he was thinking of a million very painful ways of killing me. And' he continued as his sister tried to interrupt him 'when you said I was your brother he looked as if he was going to dance or something.' Allison just stared at her big brother. 'Hay trust me Al he likes you more then he's letting on.'

'Yeah, fight House doesn't like anyone, least of all me.' she laughed his claims off. He didn't like her. He didn't like anyone. He had told her he didn't like her. Yet still Allison felt the rising of hope and feelings she thought she had repressed for good if not completely banished. With these feelings she couldn't help but think that maybe there was a chance. Maybe.