Disclaimer: My birthday is in 29 days. crosses fingers and hopes for House

Rating: M overall

Pairing: House/Cameron

Spoilers: Umm not sure but I'll say Seasons 1 and 2 just to be sure.

Addiction: Chapter Eleven

Cameron poured steaming coffee into House's bright red mug. She carried the hot drink to him in his office, handing it to him with a smile. He continued to watch her as he took a sip, before placing the mug on his desk. She saw that he wanted to say something, but the door to his office was flung open as Foreman swept in, holding a couple of blue files.

"New patient," said Foreman, handing House one of the files, and then giving another one to Cameron.

"Where's Kangaroo-Man?" said House, still scanning the patient file, "Get him up here for a differential."

Foreman left to retrieve Chase, while Cameron remained standing beside the desk. After reading the file, she looked back at House, and found him staring at her.

She looked away from his piercing blue eyes, and fixed her eyes back on her file.

He stood and stepped up beside her. "You look delicious," he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin.

Her pulse quickened considerably and she turned to face him.

He lifted his hand and played with some loose strands of hair beside her face. He leant forward, "In fact, if the two stooges weren't about to return any minute..." he trailed off, before kissing her lightly.

Swiftly he pulled away and walked past her to go into the conference room. She tried to calm her racing heart as she followed him.

Foreman and Chase both walked in and the three of them took their seats around the table, while House stood next to the whiteboard. He picked up the whiteboard marker, looked at it for a second, before tossing it to Cameron, who caught it and looked at him questioningly.

He shrugged and said, "Don't feel like writing, yours is the most legible writing of the minions."

She raised an eyebrow before standing and moving over to the whiteboard.

She had just opened her mouth to begin the differential when House said loudly, "I said I didn't feel like writing- I didn't say anything about not wanting to talk."

She rolled her eyes and they finally began discussing the possible diseases.

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House barged into Wilson's office to find him scribbling something on various documents in front of him.

"I'm hungry. Feed me," he whined.

Wilson looked up from the papers and raised an eyebrow at him. "If I give you the money will you leave me alone? I've got a lot to do, okay?"

Pretending to brush away a tear, House said is mock sad voice, "Alright, I'll just eat all by myself then."

When Wilson didn't do anything, House said in his normal voice, "Why the hell do you care about doing stupid paperwork? You can come get lunch and then scurry right back up here again if you're so eager."

Sighing Wilson threw his pen down and stood, patting his pocket to make sure his wallet was still there. They went down to the cafeteria and ordered their lunch: a Rueben for House – no pickles- and a Caesar salad for Wilson, which House mocked him for as he payed the woman behind the counter ("Girl food."). House chose a table at a far side and they sat down.

The two of them ate silently at first, but then House said unexpectedly, "I jumped Cameron."

Wilson choked on a piece of lettuce and didn't reply for a few minutes as he tried to swallow it properly. When he had successfully done so, he gaped at House and said, "You what? When? How? Why?"

Rolling his eyes theatrically, House said, "I jumped her. Two days ago. I'm pretty sure you know how, and I did it because I wanted to. The end."

"Two days ago? How come you didn't tell me?" said Wilson, slightly indignant at being kept out of the loop.

"Yeah, well, I was kind of busy, if you know what I mean," he said lustfully, winking exaggeratedly.

House finished off the sandwich and left Wilson there still wearing an expression of shock on his face, his half-eaten salad forgotten. He made his way back to the conference room with the intention of seeing if their patient was closer to croaking or if the treatment was working. He subconsciously reached into his pocket for his pills, before he realised the last time he had taken one was about three hours ago. Weird.

He walked into the conference room and found Cameron reading a large textbook and Foreman looking over the file once more.

Chase walked in soon after and said that their patient was now experiencing a tingling sensation in her legs, in addition to feeling extremely lethargic and weak.

House looked immediately to Cameron, who was obviously thinking the same as him, because she uttered, "Guillain Barré."

He nodded and turned to Chase, "Put her on a respirator before she becomes paralysed."

He moved over to the whiteboard and began to clean it. Foreman grumbled about having clinic duty now, and he left a few minutes later, leaving Cameron alone at the table.

Cameron got up to make herself another coffee when House gripped her arm and turned her to face him. He pulled her into his office and shut the joining door. She stood by his desk as he shut the blinds and shoved his cane between the door handle so that it couldn't be opened from the outside.

He limped towards her until he was standing right in front of her. She looked up at him expectantly and he pushed her back lightly so that she was leaning against the desk. Bending his head down, he captured her lips with his, resting his hands on the desk on either side of her body. She slipped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to her, while he rubbed her lower back, lifting her top a little to caress her bare skin.

He pushed his left knee in between her legs as he rubbed his stubble down her throat, leaving an angry red burn. She buried her fingers in his hair and tilted her head back. He had just leant back from her to lift the bottom of her powder blue sweater up, when someone rapped loudly on the office door.

Looking up at Cameron, he whispered, "Shh."

She grabbed his hands and whispered, "It could be important!"

With a muttered, "Spoilsport", he stepped back, while she adjusted her clothing. He saw that her neck was still bright red, and wondered if he should tell her so that she could cover it somehow. If he didn't tell her, whoever was outside the door would see it and probably guess what they had been doing and then possibly figure out that they were together.

He watched Cameron thoughtfully for a few seconds before he went over to the door, pulled his cane from between the handles and opened it. Cuddy stepped in and looked immediately over to where Cameron was standing rather awkwardly next to his desk. She noted the Cameron looked slightly dishevelled, as did House (more than he usually did, anyway).

"I presume you know that you are rostered for clinic duty now, since you so cleverly decided to go into hiding in your office," Cuddy said, wearily.

"Brilliant isn't it? I even closed the blinds so that no one could see me in here," he said.

"I'm going to go check on the patient," said Cameron, walking towards the door.

Cuddy frowned as Cameron passed her, as she noticed that the young doctor's neck was bright red. Not having put two and two together yet, she was concerned and placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"Your neck is really red," she said. "Maybe I should take a look at it."

Cameron's eyes widened and she blushed, shaking her head quickly and saying, "Uh, no. It's just a rash. I'll be fine."

Shooting a quick look at House, she walked out of the office swiftly.

House smirked and went over to sit in his chair. Cuddy still looked baffled, but managed to demand that he go and do his clinic hours right away, before leaving the office too.

House pulled his Gameboy from his pocket and started playing. Unbelievable. Cuddy was looking right at him and his two-day stubble, and she still didn't figure it out. How on Earth she got to be Dean of Medicine with (non-existent) observation skills like that mystified him.

He felt a twinge of disappointment.

TBC...

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