Cameron put her hands on her hips as she stood in the middle of the bedroom she shared with house. It was hard to describe their living arrangements. She spent most of her time at his place; she kept a toothbrush and some simple toiletries there. Some of her work clothes were hanging beside his sport jackets and blazers. But it wasn't her place. She still had her apartment that she checked in to every once and a while, to collect her mail and water her long forgotten plants. Cameron remembered when he had offered her a key to his apartment. He was watching Sponge Bob Squarepants on the couch when she came in. He turned his head in her direction as she exited his bedroom. As usual she was complaining about the state of disarray his closet was and he ignored her complaints. Instead he patted his lap indicating that she should come on sit on top of him. Cameron complied because she found it hard to refuse him; those cerulean eyes tainted her decisions every time they gazed on her. She shifted precariously on his lap as his warm hands gripped her waist. House pulled her back against his chest as he pressed soft kisses along her neck. Cameron smiled as she laced their fingers together enjoying the rare display of affection he was treating her too. She turned her head so that his next kiss caught her lips, pressing her tongue into his mouth with very little urgency. He responded as their kissed grew wet gripping her wiggling hips tighter as they continued to make out like a pair of randy teenagers. She remembered gasping as something cold slipped down the front of her blouse, tracing a path down her stomach.
"What…?" she reached into her blouse and extracted the object House had dropped.
"Oh that's where that extra key went." He said thoughtfully. Cameron shook her head and laughing and looped her arms around his neck hugging him lightly. She smiled at the memory as she finished making the bed.
She walked into the living room to find House going through Georgia's purse. Cameron's smile quickly faltered as she lunged toward him grabbing the girl's bag.
"What are you doing?" she hissed, successfully taking the bag from him.
"I'm knitting a sweater. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Greg." She said in a warning tone as she held the bag behind her.
"Allison." He answered in the same tone and walked into the kitchen.
"She will hate you forever if she thinks you don't trust her. Besides she's fourteen what can she possibly be hiding from you?"
"Oh I dunno, this." He said as he held up a dime bag of weed that he had pocketed in his palm.
"Oh my god." Cameron exclaimed as she snatched the offending bag from his fingers.
"I can explain." Georgia said from the kitchen door. Cameron and House's attention was drawn to the young girl as she stood in the doorway with her hands clasped in front of her chest as she wrung them nervously.
"Okay," House looked at his watch and then back at her, "You have thirty seconds, go!"
"Alright. Well, I've always wanted to try it, especially after Bambi told me how she got high last weekend form her bother's stash. And you were being so mean to me in Wilson's office, I was so sure you weren't going to let me stay with you for a few days over the week. Then I saw the bag on Wilson's desk on a white plate and I grabbed it, that's when you came back in and startled me. Please don't tell my mom, she'll kill me." House nodded thoughtfully and opened the small bag and inhaled the heady aroma.
"Did you grab some rolling paper?" he asked. Georgia nodded slowly confusion evident on her distraught features. "Great. Get that and meet me in the living room." He limped past a stunned Cameron and equally stunned Georgia into his living room.
"Greg!" Cameron shouted as she followed him, she didn't even notice when Georgia snatched her purse from her hands retrieving the rolling paper. She marched into the living room as he took his seat on the couch. Georgia kneeled at the other end of the coffee table and handed him the paper. He took a sheet and dumped the contents of the bag onto the sheet and proceeded to roll it. He licked his thumb and smeared his salvia across the centimeter of the sheet that hadn't been rolled to keep it from falling apart. His efforts had produced a plump joint; he held it up and inspected it grinning lightly.
"My motto is start big." He wiggled his fingers at Georgia motioning for a lighter, she handed him a bright red Bic lighter. He lit the end of the joint and inhaled deeply a smug expression leaving his face as he exhaled a steady plume of smoke.
"What you want to do is inhale and then exhale." He said as he handed her the lit joint.
"Greg!" Cameron exclaimed as she watched Georgia sputter up smoke as she took a hit. The smoke hit the back of her throat strong as tears weld in her blue eyes.
"First time is never really pleasant. Come on Cam, I rolled enough for all three of us. You better get in on this quick before Mary Jane's high over here" he said gesturing to Georgia "kicks in and she wants to smoke the whole thing." He took another hit and closed his eyes while he exhaled. "Stop being so indignant and take a hit. God knows' it wouldn't be your first." Cameron sighed as she looked over at Georgia; her eyes had begun to gloss over as she got that pleasantly stoned look in her eyes. The strong herbal aroma of weed was beginning to coax Cameron out of her comfort zone. Georgia had readily taken the joint from House's fingers and fearlessly held it to her lips and inhaled. Why was it that a fourteen year old had more balls than her?
"Screw it." She said as she walked over to the couch and dropped herself next to House. She took the joint and inhaled, her hand flew to her mouth as she coughed lightly, even as a teen she was never really use to the over powering drug. House threw an arm around her shaking shoulders and pressed a kiss against her temple.
"That's my girl." He grinned as she passed it over to Georgia.
Cameron woke up, struggling against the weed induced haze from last night. She brought a hand to her eyes as she wiped the sleep from them and extracted her body from the warm cocoon House had created with his body. His lips were parted softly as a quiet hum escaped them; she loved the way he looked when he was sleeping. Completely innocent, not at all like the kind of man who would smoke weed with his teenage daughter for her first time. She pressed her mouth against his stealing a soft kiss and rose from the bed. After showering and brushing her teeth Cameron slipped into simple white v neck t-shirt and black cigarette jeans. Her sandals thwacked against the floor as she walked into Georgia's bedroom. She found her sleeping in her bed with the covers tucked around her body and the ac on full blast. Cameron bent down next to her and gently nudged the sleeping girls shoulder.
"Hey. Georgia," she whispered as she roused her from sleep. She blinked a couple of times as her eyes focused on Cameron kneeling besides her bed. "Get dressed, let me take you for coffee."
Georgia showered, got dressed, and followed Cameron into her car as she drove the two. They arrived at Starbucks where Cameron proceeded to order a caramel macchiato and Georgia a Chai latte.
"How is it?" Cameron asked, as she watched Georgia blow into her paper cup. She grunted her approval which eerily reminded Cameron of House as she continued to take small sips. Georgia pushed her hair behind her ears and drew her legs up to her chest and lay back in her chair. The pair was sitting outside at the tables the café had set up outside. The bright glare from the sun was almost blinding causing Cameron to slip her aviators onto her eyes. Georgia opted to keep her "Risky Business" style shades on top of her head while she peered into the street. They sat in silence sipping the drinks and looking every where but at each other.
"Last night…" Cameron began as she finally settled her gaze on Georgia.
"I know. I'm sorry." Georgia said. She hung her head in shame as she played with an opened packet of sugar that had gone unused.
"The thing is, Greg isn't really use to being a father. He's always broken the mold for everything traditional. And he didn't have a good relationship with his own father. So I think he's trying to compensate and be the cool dad. But the problem with that is that it'll do you more harm than good. I mean if your mother found out about that, she would forbid Greg from seeing you." Georgia nodded and put her cup down. "And you shouldn't have stolen that from Wilson. They're for his terminal patients."
"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have. But when he found that stuff in my purse and he wanted to smoke it with me, it felt like a father and daughter activity. It made me feel close to him. And I want to be close with him." She averted her eyes from Cameron's gaze.
"I know the feeling." She said softly as she reached across the table and held Georgia's hand in hers.