Thank you for reveiws and such. I feel so much better. :coughcough: Okay, I'm still a little sick. Nothing a good dose of 12 plus hours of Hugh Laurie won't cure. See that? I could be a doctor.
Cameron ran full speed to her car. She stopped at the door panting, and looked through the window at a very alive Steve McQueen running on his wheel.
'Oh Steve, I'm sorry for leaving you in the car.' she cried, opening her car and picking up his cage.
Cameron said her goodbye's to Steve from the elevator to House's room. Even though she'd only had him a day she'd liked Steve very much. When she did open the glass door, house was sitting on his hospital bed playing his gameboy. Cameron Faulted for only a second before she marched to the table, placed Steve down gently, turned on her heels and left without a word. And even though House hoped everyday she'd stop talking to him so much, he felt that familiar pain.
It was finally 5:00pm. Time to get of this hell hole. House couldn't wait to go home. His last day in the hospital as a patient was a rough one (though he wouldn't admit it was more then boredom). Neither Cameron or Wilson came to visit. House even forgot to ask when he was supposed to go home, luckly Cuddy came by. She'd shouted through the open door that he was being released that night then left. Better go find Wilson. I'll sucker him into taking me home.
'House, hurry up or I'll leave you here.' Wilson shouted to the closed bathroom door. (House was changing into his sweats.) House chuckled to himself. No matter how mad House made him, Wilson was always right back to his side.
'Hey, I'm crippled, don't rush me.' House pushed open the bathroom door. 'Wow Jimmy, what happened to your face? Fall asleep at a party?' Wilson glared daggers at him. House picked up Steve's cage and motioned for his friend to pick up the rest so they could head to the parking garage and go home.
Wilson walked into House's apartment carrying Steve and all of his effects because House's leg hurt 'real bad'. He was still angry with House but the truth is he had nothing better (or even worse) to do then have a beer with his friend.
There was just a few minutes of banter about music, and new reality shows before Cameron popped into the conversation.
'I really think you should find a way to make it up to her House, she's really messed up about this one. You have to see that you crossed a line. That fact that I even have to say 'this time'... I don't know why she still likes you.'
'Yeah yeah. If she didn't want to get 'Punk'd' she shouldn't have messed with the man.'
'Real man. You can't even apologize for hurting the feeling of probably the only woman who can have feelings for you. Just find a way to make it up to her.'
House sipped his beer, looking intently at the floor,' I think it's time for some Tivo'd "The L Word".'
House strolled into work over an hour late (he had just stayed there for two weeks straight, he didn't really want to be back so soon.) to find Cameron making coffee and going through his mail. When she heard the thump of House's cane she grabbed her coffee mug and tried to push passed him without speaking.
'Cameron.' he started, gripping her arm gently, but firm enough to stop her. 'I - Did I get any mail?' Real nice. He never cared about his mail, she'd see right through him.
'Nope. Nothing.' she said coldly, jerking her arm backward, away from his grip, and walking away.
I gotta do it before she leaves. House thought limping toward the clinic. It was already ten after 5:00 and he was banking on Cameron not ditching out of work early like he always did. Cameron was headed for the front door when House spotted her.
'Cameron.' she didn't turn. 'Cameron!' I know she can hear me. 'Allison!' she stopped at the door to glare at her boss. She had stayed in the clinic late to avoid him. She thought he would be long gone before the clock struck 5:00.
He slowly made his way over to her, 'How very rude Doctor, ignoring a cripple.'
'I need to go home. So unless it's important -'
'It is.' house had been thinking how to say what he wanted all day and it still came out wrong. 'Come with me.' when he walked passed her, he grabbed her hand to pull her along, but quickly let go. He continued to walk to his car, 'You coming?' he smiled. Barely, but it was there.
If he hadn't turned to her she could have easily said to hell with him, even after the slight hand holding. Those eyes and the smile. Damn him. She shook her head, mentally noting this was his idea, and caught up with him.
'Where are you taking me?'
'You'll see.'
All done. And I already knowwhere I want them to go! If anyone has more ideas though for dates or something, send 'em my way. I'm not sure how long I'll make this... Hope you all enjoyed it. Later.
