"Interesting." He said to himself as he took a seat in his office, the conference room beside him dark, signaling that the ducklings and took their flight home. Her iPod had proved interesting, holding everything from ACDC to ZZ Top. With every song he became more intrigued, realizing more and more that she was indeed a puzzle, one that he would do anything to solve. Smiling he listened as Aerosmith's "Pink" blared into his ears and with the press of a button his brow furrowed in contemplation as a familiar guitar chord rang through his ears. "Black Label Society". He said after a moment, looking down to confirm that it was indeed the song, "Blessed Hellride". She truly did have good taste. A few of the songs puzzled him, more than a few intrigued him, and most he found himself mouthing the words to. This song was one of them.

How had he not heard of these before. Cameron had excellent taste in music. Heavy metal, modern Rock, alternative Rock, classic Rock…yet no classical, no surprise there. Wilson had been right with his assumption of U2 and Journey, having every song that both bands had ever done, to his knowledge. Stopping momentarily he let the familiar notes of a piano drift through him, his hands coming to his desk where he played an imaginary piano to Journey's "Faithfully". His eyes closed as he let his fingers move across the edge of the desk, feeling as if he were playing the notes and not just listening to them. His eyes shot open however as he felt the headphones being jerked from his ears from a frustrated looking Cameron.

"Add rogue to your list of charming characteristics." She told him, an amused look on her face at the sight of a surprised House.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, looking straight at her chest revealed by her now open shirt.

"I forgot my iPod." She replied sarcastically holding up the device.

"I was going to give it back to you." He told her.

"After you ran the battery down." She replied, looking down at the thing as she turned it off.

"Journey fan." He stated rather than asked to which she only nodded in response. "You have good taste in music." He informed her, grabbing his cane and limping towards the door as she followed close behind.

"Don't try to evade the subject that you stole my iPod."

"I didn't steal it, Wilson did." At this she only snorted in laughter. "If you don't believe me then ask him tomorrow. You left it when we went to lunch and he picked it up before someone else did."

"Then why do you have it?" She asked, pressing the down button as they stood outside the elevator.

"Curious." He stated simply as the doors opened and he stepped on.

"Why?" She asked, stepping on and standing in the corner opposite to look at him, folding her arms over her chest.

"No reason, just curious." He replied, leaning heavily on his cane as he popped two Vicodin.

"Like what you heard?" She finally asked as the elevator doors closed and they began moving down to which he only shrugged. "Alright." She sighed as the elevator halted on the lobby floor, quickly exiting and hearing him limping not far behind her. Forcing herself not to look back at him she kept a steady pace, fast enough to where it looked as if she wanted to get the hell out of dodge but slow enough that he could keep up with her…halt her.

And that's what he did. Stepping out into the night she sighed at the cool air and gasped at the feel of a warm hand gripping her upper arm. Turning she met his gaze instantly, surprised at the intense stare he was giving her. When sure that she wouldn't run away he released her arm and looked away, not wanting her to see how nervous she was making him. Staring down at his cane he finally looked up at the night sky and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "You know what I hate about the city?" He finally asked after a long moment of silence.

"What?"

"The lights. On a clear night like this it is impossible to see the stars." He revealed, seeing her crane her neck upward and nodding her head in agreement. "You can always see the moon, but not the stars." He sighed, limping towards his bike where he grabbed a helmet and limped back over to her. "Let's go." He commanded, surprised when she followed without hesitation, stuffing her iPod into her back pocket and her car keys into her front one. Resuming their position of earlier he pulled out of the parking lot and away from the main highway.

They drove for what seemed like eternity, more stars becoming visible with every mile he distanced them from the city. She kept her arms tightly about his waist, her head resting on his back as the warm night air whipped her button down back with their speed. Goosebumps periodically coursed through her at the feel of the his warm body and the cool air. Soon, too soon, he pulled over. They were now at a park, one that she had never knew existed and apparently no one else had either, it was run down. Removing her helmet she smiled at the sight of a see-saw and walked over to where she positioned her body flat against it, her arms serving as a pillow behind her head as she looked up at the star-filled night. House only watched her, so innocent looking in the moonlight.

She could feel his eyes on her however and she looked to him, raising an eyebrow skeptically and pointing with her head to the see-saw beside her. House walked over and sat on the see saw, carefully waiting until it tilted down before laying back and supporting his body with his good leg on the ground and bum one stretched the length of the metal. Surprisingly his leg was not screaming in pain at this unfamiliar position and he found himself soon staring off into the stars with her, his cane forgotten in the sand between them.

Crickets chirped all around them as the trees whistled in the wind, the warmth and simplicity of it all providing all the noise they needed, or so he had thought. "Why are you so interested in the stars?" She asked, letting her left leg fall to the side as she began slowly letting her body teeter and totter.

"Always have been." He answered gruffly. "I wanted to be Neil Armstrong." His head shot towards her as she snorted in reaction, a smile spreading across her face.

"You, an astronaut?" She said, containing her laughter after seeing the disappointment flash across his face.

"Yes, for a very short time period, then at the age of five I decided on medicine so that dream went down the shitter."

" For some reason I'm having a hard time seeing you in a rocket ship." She smiled, looking back up at the sky.

"It wasn't the ship I was interested in, it was the stars, the moon, the sight of it all."

"It is a sight to behold." She agreed, stilling her movements. "House, why did you bring me here, other than to tell me that you wanted to be an astronaut?" He stayed silent for a moment, seemingly contemplating the answer, truth was he just couldn't get it out.

"I want you to trust me." He replied easily.

"What, why?" She asked, chuckling at his request.

"When you were talking today at lunch, telling me that you don't trust anyone…" He trailed.

"House that's a general precaution, it's nothing personal."

"I'll be damned if it's not personal. Trust has everything to start and end with being personal." He braked, turning his head to stare at her.

"I just don't trust people in general, nothing good can come with trust."

"Why not?"

"Why the criticism?" She shot back. "Of all people I would have thought that you could at least relate to that."

"And why is that Cameron?" He asked, sitting up to glare at her, wincing in pain the suddenness of this movement.

"Because your whole attitude towards life is not giving a fuck!" She exclaimed, sitting up to return his glare. "You act as if the patients you help and the few friends that you have don't hold any significance to you at all. You never allow yourself to open up to anyone!" She accused.

"And I suppose you're Miss Chatty?" House barked, anger beginning to rise in his voice.

"No, but I have every reason not to trust people."

"Oh and I don't?"

"I don't know House!" She exclaimed. "That's the point. For whatever reason you can't allow yourself to care about someone is the same reason I won't allow myself to trust someone. You tell me."

"You're afraid to get hurt." He said simply.

"And you aren't?" She sniped, to which he couldn't respond. "That's what I thought."

"The last time I let myself care for someone it ended…horribly." House revealed, gritting his teeth.

"And the last time I let myself trust someone it shattered me." She said quietly. "I don't think I can go through that disappointment another time."

"Who hurt you?" House demanded, needing to know why the hell she was so broken.

"That's none of your business." She told him, finally breaking eye contact and looking to the ground.

"Bullshit!"

"What?"

"I call bullshit." He said simply, catching her gaze again. "Let's see what you got…"

A/N: Review PLEASE!!!