Two Months

Summary: You can always count on Greg House to have a secret relationship for two months. HousexCameron

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

A/N: I was thinking about making this one long one-shot, but I thought a few chapters wouldn't hurt. I haven't quite planned it out yet. So I'm just going for the flow.


"How long do you think sneaking around will work?" She managed to ask when his lips had pulled away from hers and started to assault her neck.

"For as long as I can manage to keep my hands off of you." He replied gruffly, using his teeth to nip at her milky white skin. His lips traveled back up to hers, capturing them as his.

"We have to get back to work." She said with a giggle as she pulled away and straightened out her outfit a bit.

He groaned softly and leaned against the wall of the janitor's closet. "Do I have to mommy?"

She shot him a look and hit him playfully, "Yes you do," she replied, followed by squeaking when he grabbed her around her waist and yanked her closer to his body.

"Fine. But you're making it up to me later." He growled, pressing a hard and rough kiss to her lips.

"I'll see you later then." She maneuvered out of his grasp and smirked, backing up toward the door and keeping her eyes locked on his. Eventually, she turned and opened the door to slip out.

"Cameron!" Doctor Robert Chase exclaimed as he ran over toward his colleague.

Keeping her cool, Doctor Allison Cameron turned and pasted a small smile on her face. "What's up?"

"It's Bobby. He's having seizures almost non-stop." Chase took a brief moment to look over his co-worker. Her hair was tousled, her clothes were crooked, lipstick was smeared and it looked like she had a hickey on her neck. "It's Wilson, isn't it?" He asked, smirking and crossing his arms over his chest.

Cameron shot him a quizzical look. "What?" She shook her head and held up a hand. "Never mind. We have to help Bobby first."

"Oh come on Allison, you can tell me. I won't tell House."

Cameron brushed past Chase and walked toward the room of their new patient. "Chase, there's no one."

"Uh huh." He said skeptically, turning and following the immunologist.

Doctor Gregory House had waited a few moments before coming out of the janitor's closet. He started to hobble toward his office, praying that no one would—

"You're a hard man to find, House," Doctor James Wilson said as he walked up beside his friend.

"Well we all know why," House began, waving his cane a bit. "The wicked witch of the hospital is flying around on her broom somewhere around here."

"Uh huh. So you hide in the janitor's closet…right." Wilson started to walk ahead of House, obviously having somewhere to be. He turned and began to walk backwards. "Oh and you have lipstick on your mouth." He pointed out with a grin, turning and walking away.

House stopped and wiped at his mouth, looking down at his hand and noticing the lipstick that was there. He hid a smirk and limped toward his office, wiping his hand on his pant leg.


"You're joking, right Chase?" Doctor Eric Foreman asked the Aussie as they performed an MRI on their patient, Bobby. "Dr. Wilson?"

"$100 says it is." Chase replied with a smirk.

"$200 says it's House." Foreman retorted, laughing at Chase's obviously disgusted reaction.

"I hope not…" Chase mumbled under his breath.

"Anything?" Dr. Cameron asked as she walked in.

"House or Wilson?" Foreman inquired, folding his hands together.

Cameron glared at Chase and then rolled her eyes. "Neither. And it really annoys me that you two are being so nosy."

"Oh come on. You came out of the janitor's closet looking like you had a nice romp in the middle of the day!" Chase exclaimed. "What was I supposed to think?"

"Maybe she was riding solo," House said as he limped inside. He was met by an icy glare from Cameron. "Brrr it's chilly in here."

"Grow up, all of you." Cameron snapped, storming out of the room.

House watched her with a smile. "She sure knows how to storm out of a room well…"

"Come on House," Foreman began. "Are you screwing Cameron?"

The misanthrope looked over at his duckling. "Oh I wish. I bet she's good. Is she, Chase?"

Chase flushed a bit, being under the spotlight. "Well…"

"He wouldn't really know. He only screwed her once. And she was high." Foreman interrupted.

"More than once." Chase corrected. "And it was the same both times."

House glared at Chase. "When?"

"When you were unconscious from the bullet wounds."

Chase and Foreman watched as House shuffled out of the room angrily. Chase sighed and riffled through his pockets, pulling out $200 and handing it to Foreman.


"You slept with Chase?" House questioned as he walked into his office, where Cameron was looking through his letters.

"I was high." She replied without looking up.

"There was a second time."

That did it. Allison looked up at him, confused. "No there wasn't."

"Chase said there was."

She sighed and rubbed her temple. "That's because he wanted to see your reaction. Because," she added when she saw his mouth open to ask why, "You know what, ask him yourself." She finished, standing up and walking for the door. "I have clinic duty to do."

A/N: A few of you have asked me about His Remedy. It will come back. I just need to plan it out some more.

But first I have to get this done.