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A/N: I am SOOOOOOO sorry, everyone. School's started and I've been swamped. All I can do is hope that y'all are still there waiting for me to continue! I'll try and be quicker to post. Be sure to review! They make me smile and dance!

When they finally reached the Jeffersonian, a good half hour later, all six adults were pleased to enter the warm building. It had been snowing, and by no means was it a flurry.

"Damn it," cursed House, removing his snow flecked coat. They followed Angela as the interesting tour began, well, interesting for Cameron. Boring as Hell for House. At last, an hour later, the tour of the Jeffersonian ended.

"Finally," House muttered, and was shot an irritated glance by Cameron.

"So, Dr. House," asked Zack curiously. "How is Princeton Plainsboro? In comparison to any other hospitals you've worked at?"

House gazed at the young boy, then rolled his eyes. "Dunno. The security isn't that fabulous. They let a mad man come in and shoot me." He grinned at the collection of gasps.

"You were shot?" Angela said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, but I wasn't alone." He playfully gazed at Cameron, whom merely rolled her eyes. He decided to be a bit nasty. Wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, he continued, ignoring the stunned look on her face. "Dr. Cameron here was by my bedside for two days." He pretended to sniffle.

Cameron felt her cheeks blaze. "I was concerned," she muttered, struggling to wriggle away from his grasp, but he tightened, enjoying the look of serious displeasure and embarrassment, which was filling her quite rapidly.

Angela laughed, as did Booth and Hodgins, but Zack and Bones carried similar expressions of confusion.

"I don't get it."

"When do, Bones?" Booth said with a grin, laughing at his favorite forensic anthropologist.

That's when it happened.

The power went out.

"OW! Hodgins, get off me."

"Sorry, Ange."

"Booth, don't you carry a flashlight with you? You work with the FBI, for God sakes!" came Temperance's sharp remark. The group of seven struggled to find their way around in the piercing darkness.

"Yeah, but not when I'm wearing a suit!"

Suddenly, a small square light appeared, flashing in Technicolor. House's PSP.

"It's always good to carry something that lights up with you," he said with a smug smile. He didn't seem to notice that one arm was still wound around Cameron's waist.

"Um… House? Think you could… Maybe…"

"Oh, right." He unwound, causing Angela to snort with laughter.

Booth shook his head. "The blizzard must have knocked out the power."

Tempe considered for a moment. "Don't we have a backup power source?" she asked Angela, who nodded.

"Yeah. Allison, you, Bren and I can go do that. The guys can have fun trying to find out how we get out of here."

After using the sparse light from the PSP to find some flashlights, the group split.

"So," Angela said, speaking at last. The only noise for the past few minutes was the clicking of their shoes against the floor. "You and House a couple?"

"What?" Cameron said, giving Angela a rapid glance of shock. "No! No."

Angela's eyebrows rose. "But you want to be, don't you? Kind of like Booth and Bren?"

"Ange!" snapped Bones, who whipped around to glare at her friend. "You know I don't feel that way about Booth. So just…"

Angela didn't feel at all threatened by the death glares the two women were sending at her. "Woah, there, sweeties. Just telling the truth. You two obviously have a lot in common. Both doctors. Young. Blissfully unaware of the attraction towards your coworkers."

"Like you and Hodgins?" Cameron said smugly, causing Angela's eyes to widen and Temperance to laugh.

"Here's the switch," Angela said, rebooting the power. The lights flickered on at last. The women winced, not accustomed to the bright lights.

"Better find the boys," Angela said, turning and heading off.

Cameron and Bones gazed at each other.

"Is she always so… forward?" Cameron asked carefully.

"Pretty much."

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"Ladies," Booth said, gazing at the three women before him. "I'm afraid we have a slight problem."
Bones inspected each expression upon each man's face. Hodgins had a mildly entertained expression, while Zack's displayed mild worry. Booth seemed slightly bemused, but still held his normal, "in control" expression. And Dr. House… He seemed pissed.

"The storm's massive," Zack explained. "The largest in over a decade. The snow is piling up. It's more than a foot high…"

"Minus the whole nerd monologue, we're trapped," House snapped.

"Hey, don't call him a nerd," defended Hodgins, glaring at House angrily.

"Oh, does geek fit him better?"

"House!" snarled Cameron. "Shut up. Now." She crossed her arms over her chest.

House sneered at her. "Why do you clench? Do you think it turns me on?"

"All of you, shut the Hell up!" snarled Angela, causing them all to fall silent. "We've been through this before. At least some of us have. And we're under better conditions… Kind off. They added new rooms to the Jeffersonian. The kitchen, the library, the den. We're fine. We even have some cots in case of an emergency." Her lips tweaked into a slight smile. "Besides, Goodman's gone and the place is actually decorated. It's Christmas Eve. We should be celebrating. No repeats of before."

As they all listened to Angela's plan, only one thought rang in the minds of everyone.

This was going to be one weird Christmas.