House sat at his desk, throwing and catching a tennis ball. Usually he did this when he was thinking about a new case, but today was different. A different type of case, which was a bit more complicated, if you could even call it that. He turned to look at Cameron sitting at her desk working through some files.

He looked up at the ceiling, thinking. About what? About everything. Stacy, That Kiss, what Kimee and Wilson had said and Cameron…

He shook his head. Even though he'd never admit it he had felt annoyed, maybe a little jealous when he's found out what had happened between Cameron and Chase, even if it was drug-induced.

And when that other Africa-saving-lives doctor they had treated (he'd already forgotten his name) had 'came on' to Cameron, that certainly annoyed him. That guy thought he was God's gift to Medicine, for crying out loud.

Oh God, I sound like a pathetic baby. He thought to himself.

He glanced back at Cameron and thought

Why does she do this to me?

How does she do this to me?

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Cameron was attempting to concentrate on her mountains of paperwork but just couldn't think. She was distracted by Kimee's words. No, not the fact that she wasn't even applying for med school. She was more stricken with her telling of House post-infarction, post-Stacy, a time when he wasn't all-round jerk. She almost laughs at the thought. How could House have ever been an un-bastard? The idea was…unlikely.

She had thought she had gotten over him. She had convinced herself it was nothing, telling herself it was some girlish 'crush' on a older guy (like teens drooling over Brad Pitt or something), but she might have been trying to persuade everyone she had five heads and a monkey's tail.

She sighed. Her head hurt just from thinking about it.

Why does he do this to me? She says to herself.

How does he do this to me?

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House walks over to the door and pushes it open. Cameron hears the soft creak of the door. She doesn't even need to turn around to know it was house standing in the doorway.

"Hey," Cameron says, her voice hoarse from exhaustion.

"Why are you still here? I mean I know you love saving lives and all, but sheesh, your stethoscope needs a break, Dr Cameron," House says walking over to her.

"And why are you still here?" Cameron says playing along.

"Pharmacy. Unmanned. It's like a free candy store!" House says, lie an excited kid.

Cameron laughs then suddenly gasps.

"My car! It ran out of gas. I was meant to ask Foeman or someone to drop me off!" she says, more to herself than to House.

"Righto…"House says, as if Cameron was crazy.

"I better call a taxi–" Cameron says reaching for her phone.

"I can drive you," House says cutting her off. "I charge $20 a mile," he says sternly.

"Really?" Cameron asks.

"$10 fine for stupid questions." House adds warningly.

"Oh, thanks," Cameron says grabbing her stuff.

She quickly brushes past him, as she leads the way to the parking lot.

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The ride to her place had been very…talk-less. House couldn't remember a time he had been so quiet. He hated silence, and was getting extremely uncomfortable.

When he pulled up to her driveway, he slowly turns the engine off.

"So…" House says trying to get her to stop looking so scarily tense.

"Um…thanks for the ride," she says.

"Oh. Yeah," House says, surprised a bit by his own lack of words.

Cameron just nods her head.

Should I? she thinks to herself.

He'll probably say no.

Just do it Allison.

"Uhm…to you want to come up?" Cameron asks.

"Uh, sure," says House. "I can get me some of that yummy coffee," he says getting out.

"Hm, I don't have a coffee machine," Cameron says, smiling now as she too got out of the car.

"What?" House says, following her. "Who does not have a coffee maker?"

"Do you?" she says playfully.

"No. But I just get you to make it for me," he replies, simply.

"And what if I left?" Cameron says. Suddenly the mood goes from banter to serious.

"And will you be leaving anytime soon Dr Cameron?" House says keeping his tone light.

"I can't hang around forever," she says, gravely.

She unlocks her apartment door and let House in.

She puts her stuff down not brave enough to look at House. Let him into her home made her feel vulnerable. Like he was invading her personal space.

"Um…I'm just gonna go…change," she mutters and rushes out of the room, as if she were in his home, instead of him in hers.

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"Pull yourself together, Allison," Cameron says to herself, after hastily shutting her bedroom door.

She looks at herself in the mirror.

You look like a mess.

She thinks to herself. Her hair looked as if she'd been electrocuted, her shirt was dirty from a child throwing dirt at her while she was walking past the playground on her way to work, her pants were creased and her makeup had been ruined by the rain earlier in the day. She quickly changed into a blue top and black pants. She brushed her hair and wiped off all her makeup, before applying some lip gloss. She stopped as she was about to but some mascara on.

It's House, for crying out loud.He doesn't care.Why am I acting as if he's someone to impress.

Coz you do want to impress him.

She sighed sadly. She took a deep breath and walked out.

"About time to. Seriously that was like the longest 15 minutes of my life," House says, looking up at her as he got up off the couch.

"Sorry," Cameron says.

House get up and studies her face for a long time. She feels her cheeks flush under his gaze.

"You look tired," House says, as if this was a perfectly normal situation.

"Yeah, well these past few weeks have been…difficult," Cameron says.

She sighs.

"House, why are you here?" she asks. She had had enough of games. They made life too hard.

"You invited me," House says.

Cameron can see she isn't getting anywhere. She took a deep breath, and looked at him straight in the eye, almost defiantly.

"You once asked me why I liked you," Cameron said softly, walking over to him. "I never got to tell you,"

House just stood there, staring at her, as if drilling a hole into her. Cameron just ploughs on.

"You're smart and funny and interesting and exciting. You think I wanted to change you? That would be like asking dogs to stop licking themselves," Cameron says smiling slightly at the use of a House-line. "I saw a part of you that cares. You care about Wilson, you care about Kimee and you care about Stacy–"

"Wrong. I do not still care about Stacy," House said stonily.

"Oh? Really? So these last few weeks of obsession, that was nothing?" Cameron says, a bit snarkier than she would have expected.

"Nothing," House says. Cameron sighs.

"House I never wanted anything from you. I just wanted to be another person in you life who you cared about. Whether as a friend or more," she says quietly.

"I never wanted to fix you, no matter how damaged," she says.

House doesn't say anything.

"I should go," he says making a move to leave, even though his brain was shouting no, you idiot.

"Why?" Cameron says, blocking his way. They're barely a metre apart now, and she can feel him thinking his words through. Finally he spoke almost inaudibly.

"I…don't want to hurt you. And I don't want to get hurt," He says not looking up.

"House, that's not…"Cameron says, trying to reassure him.

"Nothing's guaranteed in life, except pain and death," he says looking up at her now.

Cameron suddenly sees a life time of pain and hurt in his piercing blue eyes, and then she understands. She wasn't the one that needed. He was.

"If you believe that, you'll never be happy," she says.

"How can I be happy then?" he mutters.

"You have to try," Cameron replies gently.

House looks at her, and she leans towards him and when he doesn't move away, she kisses him softly, her lips on his. He kisses her back, opening his mouth as she puts her arms around his neck, pulling him into her embrace. She feels his hand lightly on her back, tasting her lips, mouth, tongue. She's standing up on the tips of her toes to reach him, one hand clutching his shirt the other around his neck. He can feel her warmth against his body, and can taste the sweetness of her mouth. They're lost in each other, not thinking about anything else except that moment. And it was then she knew he had surrendered to her, because it was then that she had felt herself give in to him…

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Alright it is sooooo hard writing make-out scenes, probably coz unlike some people I don't go into full-on details (ahem those who go all explicit in their descriptions).

Well there you go, House Cameron. It goes kinda fast from the House pashing Stacy bit, to House and Cameron, but hello, a lot of the story happens after what happens between them. And if you didn't realise they do sleep together. It sounds more romantic if I just leave it there and all of you and your rather perverse minds can fill in the gaps. More to come!

PLEASE review! Man, every odd day I come on to the Net hoping for like, 10 new reviews, but am rather disappointed to find only 1 or 2.

I would love to write some other stuff, maybe more House or even an OC one but it's taking a lot of work to get this one done. I'm aiming at maybe 20, 25 chapters, but I might go over. I had originally written like 10 chapters already on paper, but I've changed it a lot.

Well, that's it for this time. Oh, and don't forget submit your opinion on my Poll- Who's the hottest chick on House. I'll put a new one up next time.