Hi there, I am so sorry it has taken me so long to update. Thanks to all the wonderful people who have reviewed, and added me to their favorites. You are what keeps me writing.
P.S I still don't own any of the characters. Never have, unfortunately never will.
Enjoy!
Somewhere in PPTH, a phone beeped…….
Cameron picked up the phone. She smiled when she realized who the message was from. Putting her pen down, she started typing a reply.
"Hey Mum, I'm at work, I'll be finished around 6pm. I'll call you when I get home. Love you"
Putting the phone in her pocket, she glanced towards Houses office. He was nowhere to be seen. In fact, she hadn't seen him since lunch time, when he'd chased her away after she'd mentioned the messages to Wilson. Sitting back in her chair, she glanced at her companions. Foreman was reading a medical magazine, and Chase had was listening to his Ipod. Sighing loudly, she stood and strode from the room.
House was in hiding. He had spent most of the afternoon in Coma Guys room again, avoiding Cuddy and Cameron……Cuddy because she wanted him to do clinic hours, and Cameron because each time he saw her, his mind played erotic images of the two of them together, over and over. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing her and throwing her down on the floor of the office and fucking her right then and there.
The door to Coma Guys room opened, and House looked up in trepidation. Seeing Wilson, he relaxed back into his chair.
"Hiding again, House?" Wilson asked, as he pulled a chair up next to House, and leaned back so he could see the tv above Coma guys bed.
"Yep" replied House, unashamedly. He was munching a packet of chips, and trying to concentrate on the show.
"It's a good thing you don't have any patients at the moment" Wilson said, reaching for the chips.
House smacked his hand away, moving the chips from his reach and glaring at him.
"Is this going somewhere, or are you just trying to ensure I don't get to watch this show?" snarked House.
"Any more clues as to who your "dream girl" is yet?" asked Wilson, once again trying unsuccessfully to grab the chips.
"No idea" House replied, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. As images flooded his mind, he quickly snapped his head up and opened his eyes, focusing on Wilson.
"This sucks, man. I can't even close my eyes anymore without imagining Ca……dream girl, and what she wants to DO to me".
Wilson was trying unsuccessfully to hide his laughter, and House saw the smirk playing around his mouth. Scowling, House turned back to the tv.
"It's not funny, Jimmy" House growled, putting his feet back on the floor and standing up.
"So what are you going to do"? asked Wilson.
House looked thoughtful for a minute.
"I have no idea" he replied, raking his hand through his hair. Grumbling to himself, he hobbled out the door, his chips forgotten on Coma Guys bed.
Wilson laughed quietly, grabbed the chips and moved into the seat House had vacated. He hadn't seen House this ruffled in ………forever, he thought to himself. He was enjoying it, though he'd never admit that out loud to House.
Putting the chips down, he pulled his mobile out of his pocket and started texting.
Elsewhere in PPTH, a mobile beeped.
TBC
I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I'm still working through some "issues" with my Muses, and I'm hoping that I'll have another chapter up soon. I wanted to give you guys something though, so you'd know that I am still keeping this going.
Cheers, Lisa.