Sorry for the delay for this chapter! I wasn't sure on what I wanted to do to continue this story and I still don't know how long it's going to be, but I want to keep it under ten chapters, if possible. I have so many little ideas for one shots, but I'm combining them into this story. So, it's a big mixing bowl for my House ideas that can't fit into "Pale Words," the other story I'm working on (sequel to "The Heart Of A Fool," in case any of you go to read it and get confused! ) So, I like avoiding angst in this story, although I add in a bit here and there because that's just the way I write. I wouldn't be me if I didn't have just a bit of angst in a story. (I'm babbling again and that's never good unless it's productive to the story, which this isn't...) Anyway, I want this to be a happy little romance between House and Cameron, light and sweet. Enjoy and please tell me what you think. (Sorry for all you fans of French dialog. In the next chapter for sure there will be French...)


Chapter Three

Cameron stood in front of her closet, biting her lip. This was much harder than she thought.

This skirt? No, too long.

This belt? No, too big.

These shoes? No, too much heel.

This shirt? No, too-

Cameron couldn't find the word for the shirt, but she knew it wasn't it. Angrily, she took it off it's hanger and looked it over in her hands, discarding it as soon as something caught her eye back inside the closet. Dressing for dinner was one thing, dressing for a date was another.

After lunch out, House had driven her back to the hospital and dropped her off at the front doors. Cameron had almost forgotten to take the helmet off her head, embarrassing herself. She decided that her new favorite things was riding the motorcycle, even though the speed on which House took his turns was frightening. It was thrilling to go so fast, not having to worry about anything for a few short minutes, just smiling into the back of House's shirt.

After getting off the bike and handing the helmet back to House, she had thanked him for lunch and offered to get her purse to pay him, but he had shook his head no.

"What part of 'I'm paying' don't you get?" he had snapped, not unkindly. "You're not paying for lunch. If you insist, though, you can pay for dinner."

"Dinner?" she remembered herself asking breathlessly. Cameron blushed as she stood there in front of her closet. She had acted like such a little girl, going back to the afternoon. "What do you mean, dinner?"

"I mean, as in you and I go to dinner and you pay," he replied. "Unless you would rather not pay. I supposed we could dine-and-dash, but I don't think I would get very far."

She had stammered out an apology and watched a faint smile creep over House's face.

"Dinner, tomorrow night? Same place?"

Cameron had agreed and watched House roar off with his motorcycle, off to enjoy the rest of his day off, if House could actually enjoy himself without picking on his co-workers. She had felt like she was floating on air the rest of the day, a smile on her face without realizing it. Foreman and Chase had raised their eyebrows, but had not said a word. Cameron wasn't even bothered by the fact that she had to take over House's clinic duty because of his absence. She bet he would have regretted his decision to ask Cameron to dinner if he would have known how thrilled she was. It wasn't like him to make people happy. It was his job to fix people, but not to make them happy.

Glancing at the clock and seeing that it was already very late and she still had work the next day, Cameron decided on a light red dress, very feminine, but not sickeningly sweet with bunches of lace. She knew House would laugh at her if she wore something like that. Cameron curled into bed, ignoring the pile of clothes on the floor. She would put them away tomorrow before she left for work.

Was this really happening? Was she actually going on a date with House? Cameron smiled to herself. It was so strange, she couldn't find words for it. She noticed she was having trouble finding words at all today; he had left her speechless. Cameron sighed and turned off the lamp, determined to turn back into the person she knew by the next morning, but she couldn't help the fact her dreams were full of French waiters, doctors, and motorcycles.


Sounds like Cameron is more in love with House's motorcycle than House himself! Hehe. I hope you enjoyed. I know that Cameron is "all grown up" but I still see her in my mind's eye as younger and still innocent, sort of. I know that's not really her character, but I'm the author and I can do as I wish. (To a point, before the readers get me...) Thanks again for reading and I'll be sure to update soon.