From Chapter 3

"Allison, ditch the pretenses. I care about you, and that is more than I can say for just about anyone else. Beyond that, and I still working it out, but when I figure it out you will be the first to find out. Besides Steve McQueen that is."

Allison smiled.

Whew. I guess I didn't screw it up.

Who knew? House is human. He has a heart and insecurities to boot.

"Alright House, I can't live with that."

Secretly Allison was thrilled. That was about as close to admitting to loving someone as she had ever heard House admit to.

"Come on, Allison. Lets go, even I can only drink so much and then drive. Well, at least when I have a gorgeous passenger whose face I don't want to mess up."

So House and Allison, who had begun to think of him as more of a man than just House, a misanthropic jerk, got back on his bike and headed back to her place. The ride back was just as enjoyable as the ride there, possibly more so with both of their inhibitions lowered thanks to the alcohol.

Once they arrived at Allison's apartment they climbed the stairs with House's limping more pronounced than usual thanks to the scotch he had inhaled just fifteen minutes before. Allison didn't care though.

What? House is walking me to my door? He is actually capable of being a gentleman?

As if reading her mind House said, "Now don't let it get out that I have a soft side. I wouldn't want Foreman to expect me to walk him to his car at after work and give him a kiss goodnight."

Wait! Did I just practically admit I am going to kiss her goodnight? A kiss goodnight implies romance. Do I want romance? Oh hell, I need romance!

With those thoughts House went in for a kiss and it seemed as though Allison was expecting it because she met him half way. It wasn't an explosive, fireworks kind of kiss. Instead it was more the kind of kiss were you see the girl raise up her back leg like in the old movies and lean into it. When they broke apart they were both their eyes were both starry and glazed over and had swollen lips. The passion was evident without it being like a makeout session you would see in under the bleachers at a high school. In other words, it was perfect.

After the kiss Allison bade House goodnight and went inside her apartment leaving House to head back to his bike and his apartment. They both knew what they would be dreaming of that night.

She's perfect. Intelligent, kind, beautiful and sexy all at the same time. What did I do to deserve her? I'm an addict who gives her hell all day. But she always comes back. Why? Maybe I am better off not knowing.

His eyes, they are blue of course, but tonight they weren't icy. They were almost welcoming and calm, like a lake on a day without a breeze. They were inviting. What is it Lincoln said? Something about how it isn't the number of years in your life that matter but the life in your years? Well, I did a lot of living tonight and I don't regret a minute of it.

I miss her already. How can that be? I just left her at her apartment half an hour ago! She has got me wrapped around her finger and she didn't even have to try, not to mention the fact that I didn't put up much of a fight. Alright, get some sleep; you will have a clear head when you wake up tomorrow.

"Good morning Dr. Cameron. How was your night?"

"Quite enjoyable actually. I went out with this guy with the most amazing blue eyes."

"I never knew you were so into the physical aspects of a man. I always figured you would care more about his personality and character."

"Even you never know a person as well as you think you do House. Besides I am a woman. Which means, by definition, I am a mystery to you, because you are a man."

"Yeah, yeah. Men are from Mars and women are from women are from Venus."

Chase, who had been listening to this exchange was amused and decided to ask if they were actually going to treat their patient that day. After chastising him for interrupting them, House sent Chase to do a lumbar puncture and Cameron to the lab to run tests on their patient whom they suspected had meningitis, Foreman hadn't shown up yet.

After what House deemed a safe amount of time House went down to the lab to find Cameron, who was in fact Cameron because they were at work.

"So we return to the scene of the crime."

"House, I won't get any work done with you here."

"Hormones get the best of you?"

"Go away House."

"Fine, but you can expect me, say, around 6 o'clock."