Disclaimer: I know I didn't put one of these on the past two chapters but now I did. I think the word disclaimer speaks for itself, don't you?

"Why don't you trust me?" They leered at one another before Cameron topped off what remained in her glass and placed it on the coffee table in front of them. With courage that she didn't know she possessed she looked straight into his eyes before beginning…

"I'm afraid of getting hurt." She sighed, looking back down at her drink. "That is why I don't trust anyone, you included."

"That statement implies that you've been hurt before." He stated, his gaze never wavering from her shifting eyes.

"It does?" She asked, taking a long sip on her drink.

"Yes, it does." He informed her. "And by the way you're acting I'd say you were hurt pretty bad."

"You get all that from me taking a sip of the scotch you poured me?" She replied sarcastically.

"No, I get that from the lack of eye contact and your own damn implications." He barked. "You've made it perfectly clear to me today that either someone did something really horrible to you or your just putting on one hell of a show."

"Why the hell would I put on a show?" She hissed. "I have no desire to try and prove something to you or anyone for that matter."

"Insecure as well as distrusting, you are one fucked up person." He snipped, topping off his drink.

"Who are you to talk to me aboutbeing fucked up? Have you took a look in the mirror lately?" She fumed, standing to her feet and moving towards the door. Turning on her heel she was surprised to find him right behind her, his eyes revealing his own anger.

"Who are you to judge me?" He snapped, moving closer to her, too close.

"I could ask you the same question." She replied, turning again and pulling the door open and retreating out of it, feeling his eyes on her back.

"A cripple." He called to her, causing her to halt on the sidewalk. "An addict." He added as she turned to face him, the wind catching her shirt and pulling it towards the sky behind her. She sighed, looking down at the ground as he limped towards her. "Not enough?" He asked after stopping about a foot from her. "Inconsiderate, condescending, over-confident asshole. Did I forget anything?"

"Narcissistic insolent." She replied, looking up to see a smile creeping to his features.

"Have you been reading my profile on Eharmony again?" He asked, earning a smile from a stone faced Cameron. He smiled at his ability to make her smile and slowly reached out to grab her hand. "Let's go back inside, I'll play for you." He offered. Only nodding in response she became very aware of the fact that his hand was grasping hers, holding onto her for the support he needed without his cane. He was allowing her to support him. 'That's the only reason.' She snapped at herself. 'He wouldn't be holding your hand had he remembered his cane.'

His mind whirled at the feel of her warm, small hand in his own. She was truly fragile and if he wanted anything to happen between them he would have to treat her as such. But how? Could he honestly treat her like this while they were at work? Foreman bring some homies to bitch slap him into the same treatment and Chase would attack him with his long hair and talk him to death with that annoying accent. Did he really want to take that chance. 'Hell yes.' He told himself when he felt goosebumps arise near her wrist and felt the involuntary shiver that ran throughout her body. She wanted him for him, narcissistic insolent that he was. Squeezing her hand a little tighter they entered through the still open front door and he felt a pang of disappointment surge through him at the loss of skin on skin contact.

Turning to face her he was surprised to see her still standing near the door. "House it's…it's getting late, maybe I should just call a cab, we've got work tomorrow and-"

"One song." He interrupted. "A freebie, then I'll call you a cab, ok?" She only nodded as he limped past her towards the piano as she sat on the couch, watching curiously. His hands dallied over the keys for a moment and she could see that he was having a hard time deciding. "Any requests?" He asked over his shoulder but began to play before she could even register the question. She smiled instantly, watching as his head moved slightly with each key that he struck for the intro to "Faithfully". He had said earlier that she had good taste and it was likely that House was a Journey fan, but to actually play the song? Her brow furrowed in contemplation of why he would play this song, of all the songs he undoubtedly knew, he had chosen this one. The one she had caught him listening to at his desk today. Wait… She played back this afternoon in her head, seeing his hands positioned over his desk as they were now, he had planned this.

The words began to play through her mind as he entered the first chorus of the song and she closed her eyes and released her thoughts as he played. She hummed quietly along with the song, smiling at the lyrics, memories flooding through her mind with her as a teenager. At that age she had set in stone that she would marry a music man, make it work, deciding that a strong love, like the song had stated, could endure anything. Time, distance, temptation…it was nothing compared to the love that two people could share.

As she came back down to earth she opened her eyes to catch House glancing over his shoulder at her, his hands continuing to move as he caught her gaze. She smiled openly at him as he entered the last tag of the song. Abruptly ending he only sat there, his gaze never wavering as Cameron continued to smile. After a long moment however her gaze wavered and she found herself on her feet, moving towards him. "Thank you." She said quietly after coming to a halt in front of him. His only response was to nod, his stare finally broken as he turned his head and slowly began keying the notes again. Leaning towards him she softly planted a kiss on his rough cheek, lingering a moment longer than necessary and allowing her cheek to brush across his rough stubble as she stood back straight. "It was beautiful." She informed him as he slowly maneuvered his whole body to face her.

Turning slightly she took a step towards the door only to feel his hand grasp her wrist and roughly pulled her down to rest on his lap. Ignoring the pain that throbbed throughout his leg at the gesture he took a moment to take in the surprised look on her face, the curiosity in her eyes. Resting his right arm around her waist he slowly brought his left up to the side of her face, allowing his fingers to trace the side of her cheek before his thumb brushed her trembling lower lip ever so slightly. Feeling her shallow breath on his face he brought his hand behind her neck where he applied the slightest pressure, coaxing her to lean forward.

Locking her eyes in an intense stare she saw him almost dare her to close them. He saw the questions appear in her eyes, the fear of what might happen if they crossed this line, allowed themselves to care. "Trust me." He whispered softly, their lips only a breath apart.

"I want to." She managed to choke out, her gaze locked on his lips.

"I want you to too." He replied as his other hand grasped her face and his thumbs traced lazy circles on her cheeks. Meeting her halfway he softly brushed his lips to hers once, twice. Pulling back slightly he smiled slightly at her before dipping in again, desperately kissing her as his arms encircled her waist. Running his tongue along her bottom lip she granted him permission almost instantly, both moaning at the contact. Slowly allowing himself to explore and claim her mouth he smiled at how she leaned into him, giving as good as she was getting, her hands running through his hair as his inched under her wife beater.

Her skin was burning against his hand and her gasp at the contact allowed him to run his tongue to sweep the whole of hers, both tasting of scotch. Languidly kissing for an undecipherable amount of time it was too soon when his leg could handle no more. Pulling away regretfully he ran his hands down the sides of her face and kissed her softly once more. Smiling at the gesture she stood to her feet, knowing when he stopped why he had done so because another lower part of his anatomy was surely not complaining. Standing near her he let the blood circulate as he leaned in to kiss her once more. "We better get going." He informed her after pulling away. Taking her hand once more he led her, confused, to the door. "We're gonna take this slow." He stated. "Get to know each other…settle trust issues." He smiled as she chuckled. "You ok with that?" He asked, leaning down so that he could meet her eye level.

"Of course." She smiled and leaned in to kiss him soundly.

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