AllyCameron-ignore my little blurb on chapter 17; that was meant for someone else cuz I couldn't remember the name and yours was the only one I did remember cuz it's the first one.

No worries: there won't be a chapter for each day of Cam's 2 week recovery; I did that mainly for my purposes so I know what day it was in the story.

And I made a couple of boo-boos!!! The letter House left Cam---it was PENN, not Boston she was going to transfer to to as I put in the story!!! Please disregard that and pretend I put Penn. And also, waay back I put Veronica from Willy Wonka—it's VERUKA SALT!! Ok, I love that movie but I couldn't even get that right.

Okay, once Cameron is all better and married to House (or WILL she be? Hehe) I'm definitely bringing back more medical patients from clinic duty of Houses. (Should I or not??? YES OR NO? That would just drag the story out more but I don't want to lose readers by doing that once House and Cam are married (or WILL they be?));

I'm bringing Debra back but she will NOT be healthy;

Should I kill House's dad????? (YES OR NO???)

Any other ideas? Throw them at me and I might incorporate them in here.

Steph

CHAPTER TWENTY-Day 2

The glow in the living room is from several lit candles with the calming effects of lavender filling the room. There is a cozy, romantic fire burning in the fireplace. House is sitting at the piano playing a soft melody while Cameron stands behind him and watches his long, nimble, graceful fingers glide over the black and white keys, smiling happily. He is smiling, too, and is completely relaxed and happy.

There's no cane; there's no cast on a leg – they are both completely healthy.

"Cameron, am I good enough for you?" House asks without breaking his concentration in the tune.

She looks at him confused. "Of course you make me happy, Greg," she answers.

"That's not what I asked," he says and abruptly stops playing the piano, but doesn't turn to look at her.

"I asked you if you thought I was good enough for you."

She presses her chest against his back and wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him on his cheek. "Yes, babe, you are perfect for me."

House looks up at Cameron and smiles, warmly and genuinely. He grabs her by her waist, turns on the piano stool, holds her securely and stands up; with his left arm swoops her up and holds her body close to his. He kisses her warmly and passionately, holding her tightly so she doesn't fall from his arms. She moans softly as his lips press against her own and she revels in the sensations her body is allowing her to feel.

He starts to walk towards the bedroom, and just as he walks through the door she says, "I have to use the bathroom. I need your help, though."

House doesn't hear Cameron. He continues to walk to the bed and softly lays her down, admiring her firm breasts and flat, blouse-covered stomach.

"Take your shirt off, or do I have to do it for you?" he tells her.

She smiles at him slyly and starts to unbutton her blouse from the bottom hem.

"Greg, please, I have to use the bathroom," she says again.

This time House does hear Cameron, but her mouth isn't moving. He frowns in confusion and tilts his head, trying to figure out how he could hear her without her lips moving.

"BATHROOM, NOW!" she screamed.

House shook roughly from his spot in the bed, his head bolted up off the pillow but his body stayed on the bed and his eyes flew open.

"…hmmph…no, no bathroom. I said take off your…" He cut himself off when he noticed Cameron sitting up in the same bed, looking down at him, just as confused as he was, with the last expression from his dream now freshly planted on his face.

"Maybe I'll take my shirt off later but for now I need to go to the bathroom!" she told him.

"Uh, hmmph, yeah, okay," he said.

A second later he sat up and put his feet on the floor. He stood up, like any non-cripple would have, and collapsed back on the bed in pain so severe he thought he was going to vomit. He rubbed his right thigh with the edge of his palm as hard as he could to get the pain to stop. Curse words flew out of his mouth even a sailor would have been mortified to hear.

Then it suddenly hit him. He was no longer the pain-free, relaxed, loved but slightly insecure person he had been in his dream. He was back in reality, a horrific reality. He wanted the life he had in the dream. Or did he?

"Greg, I don't need to go to the bathroom anymore," she told him, somewhat shy.

He looked at her as his dream replayed in fast-forward in his head, but from where he stood it all still felt like a dream to him. He followed the outline of her body down to her right leg, and in fact, it was in a cast.

"Okay, good, cuz I wasn't gonna take you. Now go back to sleep," he told her as he stood up again, slowly, walked to his cane, grabbed it and stood by the bed looking at her.

She rolled over slightly, put her head in her right hand and watched him for a second.

"Wow, that's the first time you've actually snapped at me. I was wondering how long you'd hold out. But I don't need to go now because I kinda did in the bed," she said, slightly embarrassed. "What time is it?" she asked as she looked outside the bedroom window and noticed the sun had come out.

Time for you to go to your own place.

House looked at the clock radio on his nightstand and told her 8:15.

"Do you think you can give me five minutes so I can make coffee and then we'll get you cleaned up," he said as he walked out the door, not even giving her the opportunity to answer.

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Right after they'd eaten lunch, House and Cameron sat on the couch in front of the t.v. watching Judge Joe Brown.

"He's gonna give his verdict to the plaintiff. He so should have paid the bill on the storage unit, even if she wouldn't sleep with him," she scoffed at the t.v.

"And he had every right not to pay it because she wouldn't sleep with him!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, my god! You would say that!" she said with a snigger. "If you ever become a judge I'm leaving the county!"

"Hey, I'd be a good judge. I'd give gorgeous plaintiffs the claim and get the even gorgeous-er defendants off. Besides, you're too goody-two shoes anyways. You've never been in court."

"You'll get defendants off just because they're hot?" Cameron asked, making the quotes sign in the air with the word 'off.' "That'd figure. But wouldn't that be against your Oath of … wait, what? No, of course I haven't been to court!" she said a little bit too defensively.

House looked at her suspiciously. He didn't buy it. He had to dig deeper.

"That was a statement, not a question. Or was I mistaken?"

"You were mistaken," she told him just as the door bell rang. "Ah! Saved by the bell!"

"This conversation isn't over, Cameron," he said as he went to the door.

"What conversation?" Cameron asked playfully.

House opened the door and mumbled under his breath.

"Cameron is sleeping. You can't come in," he told them.

"Oh, Greg, stop it. Come on in, guys," she said over the back of the couch.

Foreman, Chase and Wilson walked in. Wilson, who was holding flowers, came around the front of the couch.

Before he could hand them to her House said, "Oh, you shouldn't have gotten me flowers, Wilson! What will our coworkers think?"

"Thanks, Wilson. They're beautiful," she told them as they sat down.

"How are you feeling, Cameron?" Chase asked.

"Great. Just a little bit of pain but it goes away after a while."

"Is that when he goes to get groceries?" Foreman asked with a smirk.

"Oh, that's hysterical!" House said sarcastically then stuck his tongue out at him.

"Actually, we came by to give you this walker so you can run away from House if he gets fresh," Wilson said teasingly.

"I wouldn't mind it if he did," she said softly, but loud enough for everyone to hear her.

"Yeah, I'm good like that."

By the time the gang left about an hour later, Cameron was drained and starting to hurt pretty badly. She tried out the walker and made it to the bedroom easily. She crawled into bed, put her foot on a pillow and lied down.

"Do you need a pain killer?"

"No, but I know what I do want that would take care of the pain," she said teasingly then winked at him.

"Hot bath? I just gave you one this morning."

"No, you walked me to the toilet, helped me sit down on the lid, started the water and ran out like you'd melt from the steam."

"No, I didn't. It's just that when I hear running water I have to pee. I'll be right back," he said as he left.

When he came back a moment later, her eyes were closed and he thought she was asleep until she said, "Why are you so cold to me?"

He sat on the bed, handed her the pill and cup of water. She took it and handed it back to him.

"Do I smell or something?" she asked.

"No. It's just … I'm not … look, can we talk about this later?"

"Fine. I wouldn't expect anything less from you," she said angrily.

She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him.

He stood up and stood staring at her. What the hell was he going to say to her?

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Okay, I think the next chapter is going to be fun! House has a whole almost 24 hours to think of what he's going to tell her.

Please let me know where you want the story to go? I'm glad everyone likes it and I like writing this – as long as you all do. :o)