From Part One:

"Maybe making the coffee in the morning is my subtle way of letting you know I care about you, but at this moment it is all about me. It is about my escape from your sardonic self. Look, I am sorry for kissing you, you don't even have enough decency not to mock me.

"No, no your not. And neither am I."

"Yes, you're right, everyone lies."

"Tell me Dr. Cameron, why did you lie?"

"Don't you remember House? Everyone likes me but you."

"Oh, but every red-blooded American male likes getting some action they don't have to pay for."

"I knew it was too good to be true, the reason you were happy I kissed you. You see me as nothing more than a piece of ass."

"A very perfect, willing one at that."

With that snarky comment from House, Cameron turned on the heels of her high-heeled boots and stormed out leaving House wondering if he had finally pushed the envelop too far.

Life's a bitchThat's the only thing that Allison Cameron could think as she drove back to her apartment. She knew that when she got there she would be alone, like always. As she walked slowly up to her apartment from her car she realized she was wrong. Again. This was nothing new when it came to her dealings with House.

"What the hell? House? How many traffic laws did you and your motorcycle break to beat me here?"

"Only enough to ensure I would have a chance to continue the wonderful diatribe we had going on before you fled faster than Joey did to Pacey after Dawson's parent's wedding."

"Dawson's Creek. Cute House. I think my sixteen year old niece watched that show a couple years ago." Then pausing, as if to consider her options Cameron continued, "Fine, come in, but don't expect me to entertain."

Once House is inside Cameron's apartment his eyes immediately scan his surroundings and his mind begins to catalogue what he sees. Very neat, he thinks to himself, then realizes that it makes sense considering she does her paperwork, his, and sorts his mail as well. Of course she'd be organized. Then he gets a whiff of an air freshener or something along those lines, it has a vanilla scent. This also makes sense, Allison Cameron is nothing if not sugar and spice and all things nice. Well except for the time she did drugs and Chase all in one day.

"Nice place, you can see the sucrose oozing from the walls."

"Get out House"

"Sorry, but I'm not leaving till this is worked out."

"Damn it House! Why do you think you should get to pick when we talk about the state of our relationship?"

"Cause I'm the boss."

"Wait a minute…why do you even want to talk about our relationship? And why are you even admitting we have one?" asked Cameron raising an eyebrow. She was so suspicious it almost reached her hairline.

"Of course, I must have an ulterior motive. After all I don't do emotions, I only do hookers. Well maybe you're right, I do have an ulterior motive. I want to get into your pants, and with you I know the way to do that is through your heart, or through drugs, but I think that is out of the question."

"You're insufferable! You come into my house and mess with my head, all to get into my pants?"

"I'd say you summed it up quite nicely."

Cameron threw her hands up in the air in frustration and said, "Why? Why do you do this? You know I like you, I have said so, but something about it doesn't affect you. I want to know why."

"Unhealthy people can't have healthy relationships. You did a psych rotation, you should know that. And I'm damaged." At this point House was beginning to show signs of stress, twirling his cane and fingering his Vicodin through the pocket of his blazer.

"Does it appear that I care? So you harass Chase about being Australian, and abuse your relationship with Wilson on a regular basis. I know that and it hasn't dissuaded me yet, do you think that a few more jabs at me are going to change how I feel? If you do, you clearly don't know me despite all your cracks about my past and how I care too much."

"Oh but if it wasn't for all my quips you would still be the same timid lobby art, yet talented doctor who only needed a kind hand to guide her."

"Kind hand my ass. Shut-up or get out House."

House decided to shut her up, and did so in a most pleasurable way. He kissed her, forcefully, as if to communicate his intent.

Allison Cameron had never been kissed that way before, because she is Allison Cameron. It follows that that she likes soft romantic kisses, not the rough, lesson teaching kind. At the same time though she wanted more, lots more, however House was willing to give them.

So Cameron went in for a second kiss, just as lip bruising as the first, but after a few moments the sentiment behind the kiss changed. It went from demanding and punishing to a more give and take scenario.

House and Cameron broke apart and just gazed at each other momentarily. Then there was a combined "What the HELL?" Neither could believe what had just happened or even begin to think about what the possible consequences are.

"I don't know, I don't care, but the differential diagnoses is that I liked it and want to do it again."

"This time Dr. Cameron I think you have hit the nail on the head."