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Chapter 10: House

"Go Away!" Cameron shouted as there was a knock on the door once again. There was more knocking. "Chase, leave me alone!" She yelled.

Outside of the door, House looked over to Chase. "You seem to have made an impression," he said.

"The door's unlocked I think," Chase replied, ignoring the comment.

House opened the door, entering the dark apartment. "Welcome to Vampira's lair." He flicked on the light, causing Cameron to squirm underneath the blanket.

"Go away, Chase," she muttered.

House grabbed onto the top of the blanket, pulling it away as fast as he could.

Cameron shot up, surprised at the sudden cold, and focused on House. "House! What are you doing here?"

"Getting you back to work," he replied.

"I don't feel good," she stated, laying back down and curling up.

"And I have a bum leg. Get up."

"I swear, House, one of these days I'm going to kill you."

"But until then, I'm still in charge. Now get up."

She looked up at him. "You maybe in charge at the hospital but in my house, I'm in charge."

House sighed, looking back at Chase. "Chase, pick her up."

Both Cameron and Chase shot him a surprised look. "What?" He asked.

"You heard me. Pick her up. We're going to clean her up whether she likes it or not."

Chase walked over to her and leaned down to pick her up.

She pressed a hand to his chest, trying to keep him back. "I swear, Chase, if you pick me up I will scream bloody murder."

Ignoring her, Chase scooped her into his arms, a hand covering her mouth as she began to scream. "House, Chase, if you don't leave me alone, I'll claim sexual harassment!" She yelled out, muffled by Chase's hand.

House laughed. "That's funny, considering you already slept with Chase, twice."

She let out a growl, squirming in Chase's arms, attempting to escape.

House nodded to Chase and gestured his cane to the bathroom. "Go on," he insisted, "I'm not the one that's forcing her to shower."

Chase readjusted her in his arms which made her struggle more. "House, this was your idea. Shouldn't you being doing that?"

"No way," House responded.

"Thanks for making me feel repulsive guys," Cameron added, giving up the struggle. Chase's grip on her was too good.

"You haven't showered in days," Chase replied.

"But you've already slept with her," House retaliated. "It's only fitting that you're the one that helps her."

"Fine." Readjusting her again, he entered the bathroom and turned on the shower head. As soon as he set her down, she ran towards the door. He slammed it shut and pushed her back. "Look, Ally, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's your decision."

Cameron looked back up at him. "Why can't you and House just let me be?" She asked. "Leave me alone for a few days and let me think things over. It's not like you need me at work."

"I take that as the hard way." He took a few steps towards her, a hand grabbing onto her waist, the other pulling off her tank top. He covered her cast with a plastic bag that was on the counter. He paused. "You want to finish undressing and take a shower or do you need me to do it for you?"

She avoided eye contact. "I can do it."

"Alright." He turned around and reached for the door when Cameorn spoke up.

"What you said had really freaked me out," she said.

He looked back at her. "About what?"

"Saying that you loved me."

"I know."

"I just didn't know how to react. I haven't felt anything for anyone besides House since my husband died. And the thought of that scares me."

"I get it, Allison."

"No, you don't." Tears were starting to well in her eyes. "I can barely take care of myself, let alone be in a serious relationship."

"I don't want to deal with this right now, Cameron." He opened the door and left.

House had made himself comfy on the couch, watching General Hospital. "She in the shower?" He asked, mindlessly.

"As far as I know." He slumped down next to House.

An hour later, Chase said, "I think she's been in there too long."

"Wow, you think?" House replied.

"I'm going to go check on her." Chase stood up and went over to the bathroom door, knocking. "Cameron, you okay?"

There was no answer.

"Cameron?" He repeated.

Still no answer.

He pushed the door open, stepping into the bathroom and onto the wet floor.

The floor was covered with water overflowing from the bathtub.

Drawing back the shower curtain, he found Cameron floating in the tub, face down.

AN: Cameron! Anyways, please R&R!