House was sitting in his office drumming his fingers on his desk in time with the beat of the soft rain outside, wondering how'd gotten himself into this mess. The mess being the bet he'd made with Wilson.
Wilson had bet $250 that Cameron wasn't over him and if she had the chance she would be more than ready to jump him. House had bet that Cameron really was over him and didn't want to jump him.
He'd only made the bet because he was scared Wilson would find out his one and only secret, he liked as in more than a friend his hot, younger employee, Doctor Cameron.
It wasn't fair, she was hot and at least 17 years younger than him and his employee, so obviously she was another one of those things in life you can see and want but can't have.
At the moment he was in a self-pity stage, bitching about how unfair his life was in his head. He'd had an infraction and as a result suffered chronic leg pain therefore making him and addict to vicodin, he couldn't have Stacy because she left him and married Mark and he couldn't have Cameron because she was a lot younger and his employee.
He didn't notice the object of his affection and current thoughts was standing in the doorway, attempting to talk to him.
"Doctor House?"
"Yes?"
"Um... Goodnight, enjoy your scotch."
"Cameron, Cameron, Cameron... you're not stalking me are you? I can't believe you know my favourite drink."
"You have one and a half bottles of scotch in the bottom drawer of you desk."
"What do you mean half? You can't have half a bottle and I hired you because I thought you were intelligent."
"I meant half empty and you said you hired me because I'm like a great piece of lobby-art."
"Meh, I lied."
"Wow, I'm utterly and completely shocked please stop before I faint, not!"
"I told you everybody lies. I'm pretty sure that everybody includes even me an insanely, insecure, angry, misanthropic son of a bitch."
"You... err... um... remember that?"
"Doctor Cameron, how could I not remember that, the day my armour protecting my pride could some dings in it."
"Ok... I'm just going to go."
"Wait, hang on. I need to ask you something."
"Yes Doctor House?"
Oh, no she was looking at him with those eyes, again the ones that made it hard to think straight.
"Um... do you want to go out sometime for dinner?"
"Sure, why?"
"Because Wilson is getting old and I want to make sure you get a case of Stockholm syndrome so you can become my newer and improved best friend."
She chuckled at this.
"Okay, when do you want to go out for dinner?"
"Well, I'm kind of hungry now. If you're hungry too I'll shout you dinner."
"I'm starving, haven't eaten anything since breakfast."
"Lets go then."
They got into the car and drove looking for some place that was open at this late time of night. Finally Cameron spotted a Wendy's.
"Ahh, Wendy's. I want ice-cream."
"Wow, outside of work you're a pushy little demon aren't you?"
"Nope, just when I'm craving ice cream and someone else is buying."
"Damn, I forgot about that part."
They pulled into a car park and Cameron got out and waited for House.
Finally they got out the cool air and into the Wendy's.
"Cameron?"
"Yeah?"
"What do you want?"
"I want iced coffee ice-cream with hot chocolate fudge on top."
"Geez, you're pigging out aren't you?"
"Um... Yeah, it's not often someone else buys me ice-cream letting me pick whatever I want."
"Good point."
To waitress:
"Hi could we please have an iced coffee ice-cream with hot chocolate fudge on top and a caramel milkshake with a hotdog."
House leads Cameron to a table to sit down.
"So... How did you know the patient had Leptospriosis?"
"Symptoms fit; I was just waiting for you three to figure it out."
"That's not fair! You've could have helped us!"
"Yeah, by going here's a medical textbook lets read it?"
Before Cameron could reply the waitress turned up with their orders, House paid her and began to eat.
"Cameron, I need to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"I was wondering if you still like me."
"House!"
"What?"
"Why can't you just stop toying with my emotions?"
"Cameron, for once I'm not screwing with your emotions, I'm asking a serious question."
Upon looking into his eyes Cameron could see he was telling the truth.
"House... I do still like you and I don't want to fix you."
"Cameron, I know you don't want to fix me. I guess it was just a defense mechanism that I put up to keep my feelings from getting hurt again."
Cameron reached across the small, plastic table and grabbed his hand reassuringly.
"I know you don't want to get hurt again, but I'm not Stacy, I'm not going to leave you abandoned."
"I now realise that, but if something does come out of this I owe Wilson $250."
"Why?"
"Because he bet you still have feeling for me and if given the chance you'd want to jump me. But, he doesn't know that I like you."
After he said that, he leant across the table and softly brushed his lips across Cameron's.
"I can't promise anything Cameron. I'm still going to be an ass and we'll probably end up getting hurt..."
"House, I don't expect you to change and we can't predict the future. Lets just play it by ear and see what happens, okay?"
"Okay."
After their little heart to heart they finished eating in silence not awkward silence, more like a comfortable silence.
A.N: Please review if you would like a second part or if you have constructive criticism.
This is my first House Fan Fiction, so please don't be horrible. Oh yeah, btw I'm a House and Cameron shipper