The day continued to go at it's own sweet pace when all Cameron wanted to do was run out of the building. House was pacing and listing off symptom after wisecrack after symptom and her eyes couldn't help but warily follow his body. He had kissed her. He had kissed her stupid. All she could say was his name. Oh good Lord, how many times had she said his name? She was a doctor. She was supposed to be programmed to deal with stressful situations while keeping levelheaded. This, she admitted, wasn't exactly the same thing but it should still somehow apply.

Yes, Cameron still wanted House. Yes, she still dreamed about him at night. Yes, she could somehow still smell his scent at random points during the day when he was no where near. It was as if he seeped into her being. Yes, she wanted him but now she was scared. Now she didn't want to get hurt. Now she had what she wanted, but she didn't know what to do with it.

After he had sent them off to go home she stopped to check on one of their patients. Kara was a little girl with curly blond hair. Cameron couldn't help but get attached to her. She had a very sunny disposition despite being in a hospital, and she always had a giant smile for Cameron. When she got to her room Kara was fast asleep with her thumb stuck in her mouth, and Cameron watched wistfully with her head tilted against the door frame. She knew if anything were to happen to Kara it would kill her, and that's why this was a bad thing to be doing. She allowed herself five more minutes of watching the sleeping girl and headed out to her car.

She drove down the dark roads half listening to the radio, half being enchanted by the snow falling past the street lamps. Stepping out of her car when she reached her apartment she reveled in the cold thrill of the air slipping it's fingers over her body and then hurried inside. Too tired to be hungry she slipped into her pajamas then grabbed a glass of wine. Making herself comfortable in a common position she found herself in most nights she grabbed her glasses and book. It was a worn old copy of The Bell Jar, something in the dark writing had captured her attention back in high school and she hadn't failed to re-read the book once every four months since.

Just as she was turning to the sixth chapter and the glass of wine had just been refilled her cellphone sounded from her bed stand. Sighing she set down the book and reached over to flip it open.

"Hello?" Cameron asked, the wine causing her to feel a little warm and happy even despite her reading material.

"Hi lover," House's voice said with an undertone of laughter.

"Hou-se," she groaned.

"Wow. Almost exactly right. Now try it this time a little more breathless and a little less annoyed."

"What do you want?" She asked as she crossed her eyes petulantly.

"I was just wondering what you were doing," House said hesitantly. It was obvious it had been a long time since he'd done this.

"Reading and drinking wine," Cameron couldn't help her voice from getting a little bubbly. It was just her room was so nice and warm, and the snow outside her window was so pretty, and House's voice was down the line.

"Nice. Are you drunk yet?" He said with a laugh.

"No. Are you high yet?"

"Wow, going in for the kill. Careful what you hit, you may need it later. What are you reading?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm trying to get to know you? Plus it makes for a nice filler before I ask you what you're wearing. That was it seems like while I have a sex drive, I'm also interested in literature."

"What do you think I'm reading?" She asked with a little giggle. Sometimes House was actually funny. Then again, maybe she should slow down on the wine, she thought as she swallowed another large sip.

"You seem like The Wuthering Heights type."

"And what type is that?"

"You know, tragically romantic," she could picture his hand gesturing.

"Ha. That would sum me up, wouldn't it? But you're wrong."

"Really? That doesn't seem at all like me. You must be wearing hardly anything and it's distracting me."

"You can't even see me!"

"I can in my imagination. I keep you naked there most of the time."

"Oh God."

"No, it's House. And I seriously doubt God would've been so wicked good in bed. Romeo and Juliet?"

"What?" The switch of subjects made her already cottony head spin.

"Are you reading Romeo and Juliet?" He said enunciating as if he were speaking to a not-so-bright child.

"No. I'm. Not," Cameron shot back.

"Is it smut and you're just ashamed to tell me? Don't be, we can share these things with each other."

"No, I'm not reading smut."

"Then what are you reading?"

"The Bell Jar," Cameron said with a sigh.

"Really?"

"No, House. I'm reading smut."

"No you're not."

"I'm aware."

"The Bell Jar. I didn't see that one coming. Not at all. Little emo Cameron," House taunted.

"What? Emu?"

"E-M-O. It means emotional. It's all the rage with the teenagers these days."

"Sylvia Plath isn't emo. She's classic. If you read The Bell Jar you'd know that."

"I have read it. I even have a copy of it."

"Really?" Cameron mocked.

"No. I lied, but I'm going to buy one. So is she like your favorite author?" House asked somewhat awkwardly.

"Well, that was the only novel she ever published. The rest was poetry, but she was one of my favorites."

"You read poetry?" House groaned, "That's just so girly."

"You're obviously reading the wrong kinds then. You know who you would like?"

"You. In my bed. I'll even let you recite poetry to me."

"Charles Bukowski."

"Does he have breasts?"

"Goodnight, House," she said with a small laugh.

"Goodnight, Cameron."

Setting her phone down she swallowed the rest of her wine. Being not quite sober she didn't try to forget the sound of House's voice. Instead she let it crash over her like waves and lull her into the most peaceful sleep Cameron could remember having in quite a while. She wasn't worried about seeing House tomorrow. No, she wasn't worried about anything at all.