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"We'll talk about the terms of our agreement later." He informed her as he dismounted the bike and threw his helmet on the back of it before dismantling his cane and limping towards the front doors of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Used to these one sided conversations she only removed herself from the bike and pulled her helmet off, her shirt rising to show her flat stomach as she did so. Quickly pulling her shirt down she threw the helmet next to his and nervously undid her hair and bent over to redo it. Looping the hair bow around as she entered the hospital she was surprised to see House standing there, waiting for her. "What took you, I told you we needed to talk about the bet." He barked. She only sighed in exasperation and followed him towards the clinic.

"Where are we going?" She asked, confused as to why he was actually listening to Cuddy.

"The clinic, Cuddy told me to limp my ass down here after lunch." He explained as if she hadn't been there.

"I know, but why not just give your name tag to Foreman like you always do?"

"I don't feel like going upstairs."

"Bull shit. You'd rather walk a hundred flights of stairs than do clinic duty."

"I know, that means that my not wanting to go upstairs must be for a very good reason."

"And what reason is that?" She asked, following him to the nurse's station where he was handed a stack of files up to his pecs. Handing them to Cameron he brought his attention to the nurse.

"Give me ten minutes before you call one of them back." He told her to which she only nodded as he began limping back to Exam Room 5 at the end of the hallway, Cameron right behind him. Turning the knob and then pushing the door open he wasted no time in crashing on the exam table, PSP already out. Sitting the case files on the counter she turned to lean against it as he began playing the game, his focus solely on that.

Several minutes passed before he finally closed the game and looked up, jumping in surprise when he met her gaze. "What are you still doing here?"

"You told me to follow you." She informed him, smirking at his still wide eyes.

"When?" He barked.

"In the lobby, you told me we need to talk about the bet." His squinted his eyes at her, feeling rather than seeing how nervous she was becoming. He opened his mouth to speak when the head nurse knocked and popped her head inside the door.

"Ready for your first patient?" She asked, looking warily at the two of them.

"Send 'em back." House nodded, slowly getting off the table. Taking the first file on the stack he looked it over. A woman in her mid-20's walked in, holding her purse and a child on one hip. "You have strep throat." He told her before she could even sit down, taking out a prescription pad and writing her one.

"You haven't even looked at me." She protested in a strained voice. He responded by looking up at her, holding her gaze for a moment before looking back down to his writing.

"This should clear up the swelling and allow you to eat something more than soup. Fill this right away and take it twice a day for the next week, you'll be fine."

"Is he serious?" The woman asked, looking now at Cameron who nodded. "I don't know how comfortable I am with this, maybe I should get a second opi-"

"Your kid was here not a week ago with the same thing. Your file says that you are a stay-at-home mom with five children. In the past six weeks four of your kids managed to catch it, probably from their germ-infested school and now you have caught it. Surprise, surprise! Go home, go to sleep, and neglect your children for the next week." He barked, placing the scrip in her hand and opening the door. "Next!" He yelled as the door opened, throwing the woman's file on the chair next to the door. Wordlessly Cameron headed towards the door, arms folded across her chest.

"Hey!" He called to her as an elderly man in suspenders was guided into the room by a nurse. "When do you want to take me up on the bet?"

"When I can stand to look at you I'll let you know." She called over her shoulder, her steps quickening as she left a bewildered House.

"You wanted to talk?" House asked, pushing Wilson's door open with his cane before plopping down on the seat in front of his desk.

"Yes." He replied simply, not looking up from his paperwork.

"You should really get Cameron to help you with that…" House offered.

"I don't need Cameron to do my paperwork." Wilson retorted. "I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself."

"Just a suggestion." House defended, throwing his hands up in mock-defensiveness. "What is it that you wanted, quitting time is soon approaching."

"You know why I want to talk to you." Wilson sighed, rubbing his temples and looking up at him.

"No, Jimmy I do not." House informed him, fixing his best friend with an intense stare.

"It's about Cameron."

"What about her?"

"Well it's not about her, it's about you and her…" He trailed.

"What about us?"

"Why did you take her to lunch today?"

"I felt like it." He stated simply, standing to his feet.

"Don't hurt her House!" He called.

"What the hell does that mean?" House barked, turning to stare at his friend from his office door.

"Don't hurt her, if this is some scheme to make Stacy jealous-"

"This has nothing to do with Stacy." House spat, leaning heavily on his cane.

"Then why the sudden interest in Allison?" He asked curiously.

"I don't know." He stated, limping back towards the seat in front of Wilson. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"Swear on your nuts that this doesn't leave your ears." House commanded.

"I swear."

"You know this cane serves more than one purpose-" He started.

"Out with it man, you know you can trust me."

"That's what this is about partly, trust. Cameron doesn't trust me, you, Foreman, Cuddy, Chase-"

"I get it." Wilson interrupted. "So what?"

"I want her to trust me." He stated simply.

"What the hell for?"

"I don't know. She's just…since that date, since I told her what I thought of her "crush"," He trailed, using air quotes.

"What? You like her." He stated rather than asked. "And now that you've been a smart ass you're afraid you don't have a chance with her." House gave no response to this, only folded his hands in front of his face, resting his chin on his fingertips. "House?"

"She's a duckling." House stated simply. "A very puzzling duckling."

"What happened at lunch today?"

"Nothing." He shrugged. "I took her to that restaurant you were bragging about."

"You did?" Surprise covering his face,

"Yeah."

"And-"

"And what, we ate, she won a bet, we came back."

"Bet?" He asked, waving his eyebrows inquisitively.

"Yeah, I bet her a week of clinic duty that she couldn't finish the ribs."

"The pound of baby backs?"

"Yeah, and the sides."

"Whoa."

"Yeah, healthy appetite." House stated, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"So you're doing her clinic duty?"

"No, she wants me to play for her."

"Play what?"

"A song." He informed him.

"On your piano at your house?"

"I don't know, we didn't work out the logistics yet."

"Why not? I figured she would cash in, get herself into your apartment."

"She got all pissy on me earlier when I told a patient to neglect her kids who had given her strep throat."

"Oh…" He replied with a knowing look. "What are you going to play her?"

"I dunno."

"What type of music does she like."

"How the hell should I know!" He exclaimed,

"Journey and U2." Wilson informed him.

"How the hell do you know?"

"I have her iPod."

"Why?"

"Jealous?" He smiled, pulling the iPod from his top desk drawer.

"Hell no." House replied, reaching towards the iPod.

"Ah…" Wilson halted him, pulling the device from within his reach. "Why do you want it?"

"Curiosity."

"It killed the cat."

"Quit acting like a five year old and share." He barked, finally seizing the iPod and standing to his feet.

"She left in the conference room along with the rest of her salad, I figured I'd grab it before you did." He called after him to which he gave no response. Leaning fully back in his chair he watched House limp away, the ear phones already to his ears. Sighing he again rubbed his temples, inwardly dreading what ever motives House had behind doing this. 'Why does he want her to trust him? Why the sudden interest?' Standing to his feet he grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door, he could think about it while sleeping at the hotel…again.

A/N: Any good? Review please!