Chapter 2

House sat in his apartment, staring blankly at the TV. It had only been two days, and he was bored to tears. He needed something to occupy his time, his mind. He needed a distraction.

He reached across the couch and grabbed the phone and dialed a number. It rang a few times, before a voice answered.

"What now?" Wilson snarled. This was the fifth time today House had called, and it had only been two days. This was going to be an awful few weeks.

"I'm bored, and I'm almost out of Vicodin." House said.

"And how is that my problem?" Wilson asked.

"I need you to write me another prescription, I'm out of refills, and send someone over here with it." House was in no mood for jokes. There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, before Wilson finally replied.

"I'll send Foreman over."

"No," House said. "Send Cameron."

"What difference does it make?" Wilson asked.

"Because Cameron has a better ass," House answered, and hung up. House didn't know why exactly he cared who brought the Vicodin; he'd just rather see Cameron. Maybe he could talk her into making him some dinner.

There was a knock at the door, and House got up slowly off the couch. Although his leg was no longer in pain, he was still recovering from two gunshots wounds, and he really was sore.

House opened the door to a very annoyed Cameron. She thrust a white pharmacy bag at him.

"Here," she snapped.

"What's got your panties in bunch?" House asked.

"I'm late, if you must know," she answered.

"I thought you doctors were supposed to know better," House quipped. "Didn't anybody ever teach you about the birds and the bees?"

"I'm late to be somewhere, you jerk. Do you need anything else, or can I go?" Cameron spat at him.

"Well, I haven't had any dinner yet. Feel like cooking something for me? You do cook in the nude, don't you?" House grinned wickedly.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Cameron replied. "Order a pizza, I already have dinner plans." She turned to leave.

"You and the other kiddies throwing a party since Daddy's not around?" House sniped.

Cameron turned slowly and gave House a withering look.

"If you must know," she said, "I have a date." And with that, she turned and walked off.

House closed the door and made his way back to couch, while opening his Vicodin bottle and shaking out two little white pills. He swallowed them and sat down on the couch, annoyed. He called and ordered a pizza delivery, but he was still aggravated. Cameron should have stayed and cooked him dinner, he was recovering from surgery after all. He decided he'd punish her a bit for not being her usual caring self.