This is the sequel to Misinterpretation, and I'm afarid it won't make much sense if you haven't read the first one. But that is a problem easily solved, just click on my name, and you will find alost of all the stories I've written, then read the first one. Simple, huh?

I put humour/romance as the genre but it's more humour/romance/drama, and will hopefully be funnier, and more exciting than the last one!

Enjoy!

The morning after 'seducing' Wilson, Dan had packed up and left without saying good-bye. It had been two months since then, and Dr. Alison Cameron couldn't help but be glad.

Other than that, almost nothing had changed. Although her and House were officially together, he still refused to go on an actual date, claiming that he and fancy restaurants didn't mix, and he therefore preferred staying in with take-out food, and rental DVD's. He also had yet to say a single thing that even hinted towards the fact that he liked Cameron, and enjoyed spending time with her. But that was to be expected.

The side effects of Dan's drugs, meant that Wilson remembered almost nothing of that night, and it was relatively easy to keep their relationship, between the two of them.

There had been a few minor mishaps (including the time Cameron referred to House as 'Greg' in front of the other ducklings.) but so far everything was going smoothly.

Cameron had just finished up in the lab, when Chase entered.

"House wants you, in his office. He seems annoyed, something about people phoning his office and not wanting to speak to him!" He said, looking very grateful to have found an opportunity to escape.

Cameron, on the other hand, smirked. It was a new game of House's, since Cuddy had confiscated all his toys. It was quite simple really; he was just seeing how many times he could send Chase or Foreman to find her, with increasingly stupid reasons, before they became suspicious. She left Chase to clean up what she had been doing, and hurried towards her boss' office, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen. They both knew they couldn't spend too much alone time together at work, or someone would catch on. So she'd only stay long enough for a quick make-out session, and an even quicker making-up-duckling-worthy-excuses session, in case anyone questioned her. But despite the shortness, Cameron couldn't help but get excited whenever Chase or Foreman arrived with a summons.

"Took you sweet time, didn't you?" House asked when she arrived, "It's for you." He motioned at the phone with his cane.

Cameron was surprised her heart didn't pop out like a baby; it sunk so low when he said that.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Ally? Thank god! I've been trying to reach you all morning!"

It was Dan, and Cameron wasn't quite sure how she felt about that. On one hand, he was her not-quite-step-brother, and she loved him. But on the other, he was a clingy little dweeb who annoyed the hell out of her, and she was glad she hadn't heard from him in two months!

"Oh, hey Dan." She said his name for House's benefit, and he smirked, he'd already questioned Dan to try and find out why he was phoning.

"Uh huh, yeah, oh, yeah, uh huh, OK, bye! You too!" She hung up the phone, and sighed. House stared at her, waiting impatiently for an answer. When he didn't get one, he quipped.

"Your side of that conversation was so informative, I almost feel as if I were a part of it!"

Cameron rolled her eyes, something she found she did a lot more often now she'd started spending time with House. In fact, her eyeballs were starting to hurt a bit.

"If you don't stop doing that, your eyes are going to roll right out of their sockets, and I'm not going to be the one to pick them up, and give them back to you."

He'd noticed her little habit too! Cameron almost blushed, almost. She'd been getting better and better at controlling it after House had commented on it.

"It was Dan, he's got himself into a spot of bother, he's coming down tomorrow."

"Oh."

"Yes, oh,"

"Wilson will be pleased."

"Why will he?" Another voice had entered the conversation, Cameron and House spun around, moving apart slightly, to see Wilson standing in the doorway.

"Dan's coming to visit, on Friday." Cameron stuttered, giggling.

Wilson had not yet mastered the art of controlling his blushing, and turned bright red. House had informed him of some of what happened that night. Some of it.

"Oh." Was all he could say.

"Yes, oh." The other two replied in unison.