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"Whoa!" She halted him, staring at the helmet he extended to her.

"What?" He asked, staring accusingly at her. "Don't you trust me?"

"As far as I can throw you." She immediately responded.

"You're quite the fiery one," He replied. "You probably underestimate yourself."

"House-" She started.

"Cameron just get on the damn bike." He interrupted, placing the helmet on her head and then his own. Fitting his cane into its custom made holster he lifted his good leg and mounted the bike. Turning the keys to start the engine he revved it, drawing the attention of many passersby. Winking at her he slapped the face guard down on his helmet.

"Don't make me regret this." She warned him, placing herself gently on the bike. Revving the engine yet again he turned back to look at her.

"Unless you want bugs for lunch you better put your face guard down." He smirked. She obediently followed his advice and brought her arms up to her sides, debating on where to place them. Rolling his eyes despite the fact that she could not see him he reached around and grabbed both forearms in his hands, bringing them around his waist to rest on his stomach. Bringing his hands back to the handlebars he was surprised to feel his abdominal muscles clench in response and could only berate himself for the fact as he slowly backed out of his handicapped parking spot. Speeding away he tried to ignore the ringing in his ears due to the involuntary yelp that she released.

It was the closest thing to being free that she had experienced in a long time. Her closeness to House only increased as he sharply took curbs, her body shifting closer to him with each one. Supressing her urge to scream as he sped up she only tightened herself against him, beginning to trust him more as they glided down the highway. Soon she found herself moving with him as he leaned his body away from a curb, loving the way his muscles tightened at the feel of her grasp.

Closing her eyes and allowing herself to feel the wind whipping her body, House's warm body held tightly to hers. She wanted to stretch her arms to her side, glide along with the back, fly through the air. She instead opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings as they passed as blurs around her. They were moving so quickly, and yet time seemed to stand still.

Her high however was brought to an end as he gradually slowed, allowing his legs to steady them as he parked the bike in a remote parking lot. Positioning the kick stand he removed his helmet and ran his fingers through his hair. "Did I scare you that much?" He smirked, turning his head at Cameron who still had her arms wrapped around him. At his remark she extracted her arms, a blush creeping over her face at her stupidity. "Don't be embarrassed, this body is worth holding on to…" He informed her as he pushed himself off of the bike and watched as Cameron did the same.

"Why would I be embarrassed?" She asked, removing her helmet and sitting it on the bike.

"Even through that dark helmet, Dr. Cameron, I still know you."

"Where the hell are we?" She asked, taking in the forestation around them.

"Does it matter?" He smirked, grabbing his cane and limping off down a trail.

"Why are there so many cars in the middle of no where?" She asked, looking around at the full parking lot.

"This place must be popular." He replied. "Now come on, we've already wasted fifteen minutes of our hour." She followed close behind him down a dirt path for a couple of minutes before a huge log cabin appeared before them.

"What is this place?" She asked.

"It's a restaurant." He replied sarcastically.

"How long has it been here?"

"About a year."

"I didn't even know this was here."

"Neither did I, Wilson was talking about it." He said as the walked through the front door of the loud building. A waitress immediately appeared and House only gestured between the two of them as the waitress directed them up a ramp and to a table where she seated them.

"Drinks?" She asked, pulling out two menus and a note pad.

"Coffee and a water." Cameron replied, taking in her surroundings. The Rolling Stone's 'You Can't Always Get What You Want', played from a jukebox as noisy people laughed around them.

"I'll have the same." House replied.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute with your drinks and to take your order." She smiled, taking off down the ramp. Cameron continued to take in her surroundings, finally looking to her left where she gasped. The restaurant overlooked a lake, the water glimmering in the afternoon sun. He watched her, amazed at how delighted she became at the sight of a lake.

"House did you see the lake?"

"Yeah." He responded carelessly, looking at the menu. "I'm thinking about the ribs."

"House!" She exclaimed, her attention coming back to him.

"What? I'm hungry." He barked, looking out at the lake. "Nice puddle."

"House!"

"Again, I am hungry." The waitress chose this moment to return with their drinks, setting them before her as House ordered. "Baby back ribs for me and for skinny over there…"

"I'll have the same." She murmured, bringing her gaze back to the lake. The waitress nodded and took for the kitchen.

"Are you sure you can handle the ribs?"

"Why couldn't I?"

"It's a pound of ribs." He informed her.

"I can handle the ribs." She responded, taking a drink of her water.

"Clinic duty for a week says you can't finish them." House challenged.

"What's in it for me?"

"Did you not hear me say clinic duty?"

"What, more time for you to sit in an exam room for an hour playing your PSP, not a fair deal."

"Alright then, what do you propose?" He asked.

"I say that if you win I'll do your duty for a week, if I win then you…" She hesitated a moment, trying to think of something worth while.

"What, you want another date?" A small smile starting at the corner of his mouth

"Learned from my mistakes." She informed him to which he only smirked. "You have to…"

A/N: A mean sort of cliffhanger. Review please, I'm taking suggestions on what Cameron should make him do, IF he wins…