A/N: About the last drabble… not all of them deal with a marriage between House and Cameron. Sorry if it threw you for a loop!
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"Can I have a try?"
It wasn't every day that Cameron asked her boss if she could even touch one of his prized video game machines. They were sacred and not to be tampered with. But five hours of clinic duty had taken it's toll, and the immunologist needed something to perk her up. Maybe killing off a hundred or so zombies would do the trick.
House tore his gaze from the screen to stare at her with incredulous eyes. "What? Sweet, naïve Dr. Cameron wants to take on the forces of evil? Say it isn't so!"
"You know me, always the crime fighter… now can I try or not? Please?"
The gruff man looked determinedly away. He could hardly believe that she wasn't conscious of her womanly wiles. Reluctantly, House handed over the device. "Lose once and I swear to God you'll be doing all my clinic hours - while having my cane embedded in your skull."
Cameron narrowed her eyes in response as she fiddled with buttons. A for shooting the gun, B for a melee attack, directional buttons for…well, going in different directions…
House dry-swallowed another Vicodin as he watched her play. He'd need the painkillers for the headache he'd have while cleaning up Cameron's mess. He'd never met a girl who could play a video game well and he didn't think he'd find one in the brunette sitting across from him.
Half an hour later, and his little duckling was uttering muffled curses at the DS in her hands. It amused House, who let a soft grin invade his feature. She was sort of cute when she was angry. Sort of, that is.
"You know, if this isn't quite your speed, you can always try My Little Pony: The Game. Hear it's getting rave reviews-"
"-finally! All done. Thanks, House."
Cameron gave him back the machine, a satisfied smile parting her lips. She walked confidently out of the office, leaving behind a very bewildered House, who was staring open-mouthed at the screen.
High Score!
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