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A/N: hey guys! Can you believe it? Two updates in a row? And you know what, spring break is in a few weeks which means a lot of free time! Thank you all again for your fabulous comments, I can't believe you guys like this! I'm just trying not to make it cliché, but after all, it is a love story, it has to be a little cliché... :o) This chapter is a little on the serious side.

Love Song

Cameron finished stripping the bed as House limped into the bathroom to change. Sighing she shook her head, grateful that she had had extra clothes that weren't her late husbands. I wonder what he would say if he knew House, she mused, grinning as she knew that any interaction between the two would have resulted in a cane-shaped welt on Jake's shin, and no coffee made for House the next day. Would he approve though? If he knew what I was thinking? Oh god. Sap. Allison, shut up. She took the advice and quickly made up the bed. She left the room and House was walking in, mumbling an apology into his chest as she brushed by.

Why the hell would she apologize? He shook his head, he would never understand her. He brushed it off, finding it much easier to ignore that thought than to ignore the heat now beginning to swirl in his stomach. Get a grip, Greg. Yeah she's hot, but so what? You wanted to grab her right there and throw her on the bed. So what? Rolling his eyes, he stopped his inner monologue from going any further. This was becoming a little too cliché for his liking. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he listened as Cameron bustled around the apartment. Wondering if she expected him to stay in his room for the rest of the night, he took a few vicodin and lay down on the bed.

Half an hour later, he was lying there, eyes open, wishing a noise would give him the excuse to "wake up" and go walk around the apartment. After fifteen minutes he gave up and reached for his cane. He quietly opened his door so he wouldn't wake her. What's that all about? He ventured out into the apartment that was supposed to be dark. He walked out to a dozing Immunologist, reclining on the couch, an afghan wrapped around her. A fire was flickering merrily as "Walk the Line" played softly in the background. He set on the edge of the couch, his thigh pushing against her covered toes. He watched as Johnny and June laughed in bed, and he felt the beginnings of a smile starting to form. He decided to ignore the feeling, and the thought that it might not be terrible if it were Cameron and him playing in bed, he rolled his eyes at his sappiness and shifted a little.

"There's coffee in the kitchen if you want it," he heard the bundle of blanket mumble.

"So you are awake. What are you doing out here. It's 4 in the damn morning."

"More like 5. I couldn't sleep."

"So you made coffee and put on an interesting movie? Couldn't you have watched something that would bore you to sleep?"

"Johnny Cash is boring." She smiled, knowing that would rile him up.

"And you're an idiot. Have you even watched this movie?" He asked, standing up in his indignation. "Just because-"

"Hey, while you're up, refill my coffee?" she asked, mentally giving herself a point for getting him to stand up so he could get her a drink.

"You could have just asked you know," he grumbled, secretly proud that she had tricked him. It was such a House thing to do. He had taught her well. Of course he would never let her know that. Walking back into the room, he handed her the mug.

He sat down on the couch, scoffing when she drew her feet a little closer to her body, obviously not wanting to disturb him.

"It's your couch, you can stretch out your legs," he commanded, not looking at her. She hesitated, then uncurled, smiling as she laid her feet in his lap. Gulping, he tried to ignore the warmth that the closeness brought, half regretting his big mouth. You need to stop this. You don't deserve her. You don't deserve to be happy. Nothing ever works out anyway, you'll only end up alone and miserable again. You'll hurt her. And she'll hurt you. House nodded slightly, agreeing with his inner monologue, and his big mouth spoke out of turn again.

"So you're still in love with me. Why?"

"I'm sorry, I'm going to need you to repeat that since I obviously have developed some form of hearing loss." She said cautiously, sitting up.

"You're. Still. In. Love. With. Me. Why?" Oh this is not going to end well.

"I'm not in love with you."

"Oh you so obviously are. Asking me to stay overnight? Such a desperate attempt to lure me into your bed." Shut up, shut up. House, you idiot!

"You only want me to be in love with you because it feeds your ego," she murmured, staring at the afghan as she picked at the pills covering it.

"What if I told you I lied while we were on our date?" Oh this is getting into dangerous territory.

"Then I'd say you were only telling me what you thought I wanted to hear,"she whispered, her eyes flashing dangerously as she finally looked him in the eyes. "You think I want to hear 'Oh Cameron, you make me want to be a better man. I'll stop taking pills, you've changed me. Let me whisk you away for a romantic weekend!'" She snarked in a pretty impressive tenor. "House, let me give you a tip. Women, real women. If you tell them what you think they want to hear, you'll crash and burn every time. You'll choke, and that will be the end. You'll be like the Yankees in October."

He couldn't help but grin, he knew how much she hated sports metaphors.

"I'm serious, House. Stop messing with people, stop messing with me," she said caustically, throwing back the blanket and standing up. She quickly put out the fire as she paused the movie.

"You're more than welcome to stay up, just try to keep the volume down. I don't really feel like hearing Spongebob Squarepants right now," she said, a resigned tone coating her words as she threw the remote on the couch near him and sauntered off towards her room.

He sighed. He knew this was going to happen. Stupid mouth.

"Cameron, wait." As he revised her words from earlier, he was surprised when she didn't stop, just continued to her room.

"Cam-" His voice halted as he was cut off by the firm closing of her bedroom door.

He stood there for a few minutes, listening to her walk around and get ready for bed. As her light clicked off, he started to plan his next move.

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Cameron lay in bed, tears streaking hotly down her cheeks as she berated herself for letting him get to her again. She furiously wiped her cheeks and calmed herself down. Feeling herself breathe a little softer, she was comforted by the knowledge that it would seem less depressing in the morning. She pulled her comforter up around her shoulders and buried herself in blankets, grateful for the warmth. She felt her body relaxing, little by little and was almost asleep when she heard the door quietly creak open.

"Cameron?" She had never heard him whisper before, she didn't even realize he had it in him to care enough to whisper.

He tried again, but Cameron didn't move. Partly out of spite, and partly out of sheer curiosity. She needed to see if he would try again. She heard the door click closed and sighed slightly, not sure if she was disappointed in his leaving without another shot at waking her up. She was about to roll over when she felt the mattress press down next to her. She heard him prop his cane on the bedside table, and smiled a little when she heard the familiar rattle of the orange bottle.

Hearing him lie down, she waited a few minutes and rolled over, facing him. She counted to 30 and opened her eyes slightly. He was lying on his back, staring sadly out her window, watching the snow fall. She frowned and for an instant regretted not letting him know she was awake, but she stubbornly told herself she was right, and closed her eyes again.

A few minutes later, longing got the best of her so she opened her eyes again and found herself looking directly in the piercing blue eyes of her boss. Letting out a shriek, she sprang up and hugged her knees to her chest.

"Easily startled?" He asked, an amused grin on his face.

Oh, you should so not be talking right now is what her raised eyebrow paired with a particularly stony glare told him. He became somber, the sad look returning. Thinking it wise, Cameron decided to lie on her back and not say a word, the most neutral position she could think of.

House didn't say anything more, just waited until her calm, steady breathing returned. He studied the young woman in front of him, and decided she was most beautiful when she was sleeping. Yet another thing I'll never tell her. She was unclenched and there was no sadness or grief written all over her face. He decided she was asleep and moved to reach out to brush some hair off of her face, and paused in mid-reach. What the hell are you doing? She'll hate you. She'll quit. She'll kick you out and you'll have to spend the night at Jimmy's again! Making up his mind, he deftly pushed the curl aside, and brought his lips close to her ear.

"I was lying on our date," he whispered so softly, he was sure he hadn't woken her. He delicately kissed her shoulder and quickly reviewed his options, choosing to lay his head on her shoulder as he tried to fall asleep.

And Allison Cameron smiled.

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Yeah, I know Cameron hates sports metaphors, but I had to do it. It's a month away from baseball season and I love the Red Sox! Once again, please review :o) You guys seriously don't know how happy it makes me. I'm such a dork. I told my mom that I write fan fiction, and she laughed at me when I explained what it was. :( Gotta love my mom.

Okay, about the song thing, I can explain. I was listening to my ipod on shuffle and I just got bombarded with songs that seemed to fit their relationship perfectly, all in a row. So I wrote them down and voila. I know I usually just put excepts from lyrics, but I think this whole song has bit and pieces of both perspectives of their relationship. See? Dork.

Head underwater
And they tell me
To breathe easy for a while
Breathing gets harder, even I know that
Made room for me; but it's too soon to see
If I'm happy in your hands
I'm unusually hard to hold on to

Blank stares at blank pages
No easy way to say this
You mean well, but you make this hard on me

I learned the hard way
That they all say
Things you want to hear
And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and
Your twisted words,
Your help just hurts
You are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry

Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am

Promise me that you'll leave the light on
To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
'cause I believe there's a way you can love me
Because I say
I won't write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see

I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
Is that why you wanted a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that
There's a reason to
Write you a love song today

Love Song- Sara Bareillies

Yes, I edited the song, cut a few choruses. It's not a commentary on the song, I love the song. But it seemed a bit long on the end of a chapter.