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Chapter Two

House was stunned to say the least. "Graveyard shift? Seriously?"

Cameron shrugged. "If you don't like it, there's the door and thanks for coming out. Nobody's making you stay, Dr. House. You either want this job or you don't. Me, on the other hand, I take my department very seriously, and Amber told me you take medicine very seriously. I need more doctors in my ER, and since you have more than one specialty, you're more than qualified to be here. I just need doctors who are going to do the work. So if that's you, great. If not, well, you're on ninety days probation. I can fire you without cause anytime I like, so keep that in mind before you go and do something stupid. Now," she said as she shuffled papers on her desk and slid them in his direction, "take these forms, finish filling them out, hand them into Human Resources and go home. I'll see you in twelve hours, scrubs on and ready to go."

"Yes, Mistress," he said in a deep voice as he got up. It made Cameron look up in surprise as he grabbed his cane and headed for the door. Something fluttered within her. House was very attractive, even if he was much older. Amber said he'd just turned sixty but she never would have guessed that, herself. Other than the salt and pepper thinning hair and greying beard, he seemed to be in good shape. His eyes though, she thought, were the most gorgeous blue she'd ever seen. She could easily see herself becoming lost in them.

"Whoa, calm down," she whispered as she fanned herself with some papers. Sure, it had been a hell of a long time since she'd even thought about men, let alone had time for them. She worked sixty hour weeks. There was no time for a clingy boyfriend who would just end up dumping her because her schedule was so erratic. They all claimed to be "cool with it" until she had to constantly break plans because of work.

She didn't want some random fling with a guy she swiped right on with the Tinder app. She'd had plenty of those. Sex had merely been for a release, nothing more. She didn't want to get emotions mixed up with it. There was no time for that. Her job always came first. Because if she didn't have medicine, what else was there? She had just turned forty that year and while she still felt and looked much younger, she knew she was lonely. There just wasn't anyone who caught her fancy. She made a vow never to date anyone she worked with, again. That was just a nightmare waiting to happen.

"Dr Cameron, please report to the ER. Dr. Cameron, please report to the ER." She sighed and pushed back from her desk. Her break was over and it was time to get back to the grind. She was already short two people because of the flu. She just hoped that House would show up. She made a mental note to look him up online when she got home. Amber had told her some things, but she knew there had to be a lot more as to why he couldn't hold a job. She could have asked him, of course, but she knew he'd probably just get defensive, or lie to her. If she wanted the real dirt, she would ask Wilson. He was House's best friend and she also knew he was a bit of a gossip queen.

With that in mind, she opened the door to her office and headed back into the fray.

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House went home and tried to distract himself with the piano and his guitars but he couldn't get Allison Cameron out of his mind. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. He used to think that about Stacy, but she was now forgotten and thoughts of Allison Cameron invaded his mind. He poured himself a scotch, grabbed a medical journal and headed to bed. He needed to try and get some sleep or he'd be completely useless when it came time to go to work later.

When he woke up, he realized he'd slept a good several hours and he still had some time to kill, so he took a quick shower, threw his scrubs in his knapsack and headed to the hospital for his shift.

It was pretty quiet in the ER when he arrived and as he looked around he saw a few patients in beds, and some sitting in triage waiting for their turn.

"Oh good, you're here," Cameron said as she approached him. It was the first time he'd seen her really smile and it was just as breathtakingly beautiful. She had some pale pink lip gloss and he wanted to kiss it all off.

"You said ten-thirty."

She glanced at her watch and frowned. "It's almost eleven."

"I had to change into scrubs first."

"When the shift is at ten-thirty, it means you start work at ten-thirty. You don't dawdle for half an hour and walk in when it suits you."

He shrugged. "Sorry."

"Whatever. Just go get the next patient. I'm trying to clear things up before midnight when the drunks come in."

Cameron kept an eye on House all night as he saw to UTI's, broken bones and bloody wounds. The speed at which he dealt with each patient was staggering. His bedside manner left little to be desired, but he did his job and by the time morning rolled around, there were only a few patients left who were waiting to be seen by a specialist.

"Good job tonight, House," Cameron said as they clocked out.

"You seem surprised."

"I suppose I am. Amber didn't mention your skill at diagnosing patients."

He shrugged. "It's all about the puzzle and I love a good puzzle."

"You'll hate the clinic then."

"I'm sure I will. Most people who come to free clinics could be treated by a monkey and a bottle of Motrin."

Cameron laughed. "So… you hate people but you love being a doctor. Interesting."

"Everybody lies, medicine doesn't."

"I see."

He looked at the clock. "It's seven. I'm going home."

"Me too. See you tonight at ten-thirty."

House rolled his eyes but nodded and watched her go to the locker room.

When he pulled into the driveway on his motorcycle, Wilson and Amber were getting ready to leave for work.

"How did it go?" Wilson inquired.

"It didn't suck. I'm going to bed."

"Hold it. That's it? That's all you have to say?" Wilson demanded.

"It's the ER. You've worked in one before so you know how it goes. Cuts, broken bones and a bartholin cyst, which I made Cameron deal with. Nothing earth shattering. I'm going to bed."

Wilson and Amber watched him go inside, limping more than usual, but he usually did that when his leg was tired.

Meanwhile, Cameron sat in bed with some tea to help her sleep and did some research on her new doctor, Gregory House. There wasn't a lot of info about him but the consensus was that he was brilliant and had the potential to be great. However his lack of bedside manner and huge ego made it difficult for him to get along with his colleagues. He was board certified in both Infectious Diseases and Nephrology, which Cameron already knew, but she wondered if given the right environment, would it help him flourish into the doctor she knew he had the potential to be? Sure, he was at an age where most doctors would be retiring but she had a feeling, just working with him that one night, that he lived for the medical mysteries and that's what kept him going. He was the one doctors went to when they couldn't get their own diagnosis and he was almost always right. That intrigued her and she was looking forward to working with him some more.

She was on a mission to see what made him tick and she would see to it that he made it past the ninety day probation. Even if it killed her.