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A/N: Well, thank you all you fabulous reviewers and you... dear flamers. I think I kept Chase's charcter in check. He took advantage of Cameron, so there. But that's my opinion. Now, read on. And remember, it's up to you whether I put smut or not. So tell me!
The next week or so was normal except for three changes. First, House was extra nasty towards Chase. Second, Cameron was unusually quiet. And third, House would often find his gaze wandering over his female duckling.
Yet on one Thursday afternoon, House found that Cameron was missing.
"Where is she?" he snapped at Foreman, whom was slightly intrigued by his boss's curiosity.
"Not sure. Last I know she was checking her email. Maybe she went home." Foreman turned away, leaving the office and heading out to lunch with Chase.
House quirked an eyebrow. Cameron wasn't the sort to go off like this… He sat in his chair, and found himself a few moments later in her email inbox. The latest message had arrived today, from someone named Ms. Laura Collins. His curiosity overpowered him, and he clicked.
Dear Dr. Allison Cameron,
I am afraid to inform you that your mother has recently passed away. Not much is known on what has occurred, yet we do know that it somehow involves your father. I send my deepest regrets towards you and your family. Please call me so we can discuss the matter.
Sincerely,
Laura Collins
House's eyes widened in horror and he released a low whistle. 'Cameron…' he thought, pitying the poor doctor. He rose from the desk, and exited the office. He'd find her tonight. He had to check on her after all. Make sure she didn't do anything…dramatic.
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'My God, I'm coming here way to often,' House thought with a smirk. He hesitated to knock on Cameron's door, and then stopped. He lifted the plant, which was sitting before the door, and he found a key. "Typical Cameron," he chuckled, fitting the key into the lock and pushing the door open. "Cameron?" he called, and was stunned by the disgraceful sight before him.
Books, magazines, and bottles of beer were thrown helter-skelter. The couch cushions had been tossed carelessly onto the floor. This was not typical Cameron.
House soon felt as though he were being watched. Turning, he winced as a jolt of pain shot through his leg.
She looked terrible. Terribly sexy. No. Not sexy. He couldn't place his finger on it. Her hair was tangled, yet fell around her shoulders in a un-Cameronish way. Her lips were red, though he wasn't sure of what. She was clad in only a large T-shirt, and if her was correct, panties.
She approached him, a beer in her hand and her eyes clouded. 'She's drunk. And if Chase is here…' The thoughts were pushed from his mind when Cameron strutted over to him.
"House," she purred, pushing him roughly against the wall. "Mine. You're all mine." An overpowering aroma of beer hung around her. Not the normal Cameron smell.
"Cameron!" he growled, a throbbing pain in his thigh, after being thrown against a wall and all. "Stop. Now."
"Why?" she whispered, struggling to remove her shirt. "I've wanted you since the baby incident." He caught a glimpse of her breasts, and a felt a struggle within his pants. Would he take advantage of the most beautiful doctor at the office? And then be able to taunt her for it. Well, that's what his libido was screaming ferociously at him. But his smarter side took over. He grabbed her wrists.
"Stop, Cameron!" He spoke with a fierce tone, not playing around anymore. She gazed at him with frightened, blue-green eyes. She had gotten the point. He sighed, and noted that she would need to throw up any minute now. "Come on," he told her, and led her towards the bathroom. Luckily, they made it just in time for her to retch into the toilet. He held her hair back in an odd show of care, yet wrinkled his noise as the smell wafted in the bathroom.
When she was done, he led her to the bedroom, and settled her upon the bed. "Feeling better?" he asked, though the sarcasm crept into his voice. She was silent, her legs wrapped beneath her. Her eyes were cast downward. She seemed to have gathered some of her senses, at least for awhile.
House shifted uncomfortably before finally settling at the foot of the bed, and gazing at her, not wishing for his curiosity to disturb her. But..
"Cameron, I read the let…"
"Just… don't say it," she said gently, and House gazed at in surprise. And, to both his and Cameron's surprise, he obeyed.
"I'll leave if you want, Cameron," he told her simply, rising from the bed.
He was startled by her response. "No," she said gently. "I… can you…" Her eyes fell, obviously filled with shame.
He turned and returned to the bed. "I'll stay," he said firmly. So, she changed in the bathroom, while he looked around curiously. His nastier, normal side overpowering his caring side. He scoped out her drawers, and grinned. "Jackpot."
Panties and bras. But he didn't get much time to inspect as he heard the bathroom door close. He rapidly shut the drawer and returned to the bed, gazing at Cameron innocently. He gasped at her. She was still hung over. That was obvious, but she was still gorgeous. She wore silken black pants with a matching tank top.
She shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze, but it didn't break. She walked dizzily towards the bed and curled up beneath the covers, her back facing House.
He smirked, and lay down beside her, above the covers. It was a small bed, a twin probably. His right side was pressed against her back. She fell asleep rapidly, and her breaths slowed and evened. House should have left her there, but he couldn't. Something held him fast.