A/N: Sorry this chapter is short, but I'm in the middle of finals week (Ahhhh!), and don't have much time to write. I figured that I'd better update this story, though, since I've been getting a lot of subtle hinting about the need for another chapter. Enjoy!
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Cameron and House continued to spend time together, in and out of work. She didn't realize it at first, but Cameron was slowly taking the place of Wilson, House's usual go-to guy. Sometimes, they'd meet up for take-out at one of their apartments. Sometimes, they'd go out and see a movie. Once, they even went to a car show. House had also continued with the "Diagnose It" game. His cases had been getting progressively harder, to the point where Cameron had taken to reading articles about bizarre and unusual cases to keep up with him. It was a bizarre friendship, and yet somehow, it was what they both needed.
"Fourteen year old female." House began one night, as they ate take out Thai on Cameron's couch. "Bruises on her legs that she says have been there since her last soccer game, which was a month ago. Complains of muscle weakness, and her hair is coming out. Closer inspection revealed hyperpigmentation."
"Protein deficiency." Stated Cameron, a little surprised by the easy diagnosis.
"Treatment?" House quizzed, grinning.
"Stuff her with meat and nuts. Boost her protein levels back up."
"Great idea. Except for one thing. She's a phenylketonuric." House grinned evilly as Cameron grabbed her laptop off the coffee table and began researching.
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"I have it!" Cameron announced, a little too excitedly. House raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at her, and she had the grace to blush a little. "Double her dosage of Phenyl-Free."
"By George," House exclaimed, "I think she's got it!" He smirked as she glared at him and turned his attention to the TV (they were smack dab in the middle of a Spongebob Squarepants marathon), as Cameron burrowed further into the couch. He had to stop himself from smiling as he noted this. They were a strange team, but somehow, they worked.
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Said strange team convened in the Diagnostics Office the following day, and was busily involved in another game of "Diagnose It". Cameron had pulled her chair over towards House's desk and they had formed sort of a barrier between them and the rest of the world by drawing all the office blinds and blasting House's iHome. It was this that caused Cuddy to walk in halfway through a particularly amusing diagnostic scenario that involved a policeman, a pregnant woman, and three obnoxious children that spoke in various European accents.
"What is going on in here?" Cuddy asked, sincerely curious about the recent activities in the Diagnostics Department.
"Oh, you caught us, Dr. Cuddy. Cameron and I have been secretly dating for months. Actually, we'd like to invite you out for dinner next week. Sort of as a thank you, since you're the one that deserves all the credit for our new-found relationship. What with you convincing Cameron to come back and all."
"Yeah, right." Cuddy knew the jibe was automatic to House. He turned to Cameron, an amused look on his face.
"She doesn't believe me." He informed his co-worker, his eyes imploring her to play along.
"Whatever shall we do?" Cameron asked, a devious glint in her eyes. House took one look at Cuddy and smirked. Then he did the unexpected, as he pulled Cameron onto his lap and kissed her soundly on the mouth. Wrapping his arms around her as the kiss ended, he addressed Cuddy.
"Still think we're not together?" He grinned at her shocked face as she turned on her high heel and hurriedly left the room. She failed to notice that Cameron and House both collapsed in laughter the moment she was gone.
"That...was...brilliant." Cameron choked out between laughs.
"Of course it was." The laughter subsided and Cameron moved to get off House's lap, when she felt his arms tighten around her waist.
"Where do you think you're going?" He inquired.
"Back to my chair."
"Oh no, you're not. You don't kiss someone like that and then go back to work. You're staying right here until I figure out where that came from."
"If you insist, Dr. House."
"Oh, I do." He turned her to face him and kissed her again.