Author's Note: I just wanted to make a little side note here before I get into the next chapter. I know in my last story I Don't Even Know You there were a lot of grammer errors based on the reviews I got. First off i'm not from another country. English is my natural born language. Its just i've never been really good at spelling ever since I was a kid. Well I mean I can spell its just i never really understood why we have to have a trillion yours and there's and too's. But like I've mentioned before all grammer errors are my own. I've tried doing the whole beta reader thing and it just didn't work out right.And my brain also tends to think faster then I type as well, all though I can type fast sometimes. Anyways I just thought i'd get that all cleared up and out of the way.

Disclaimer: I still don't own anyone. Sadly.

Pairings: House/Cameron

Spoilers: None

Chapter 7

"I see you're up and walking around." Cameron said lightly. To be honest it was a relief to her that he was able to walk around after his accident. But on the other hand she was still mad at herself mostly that House couldn't rememeber what happend. Which made no sense because she had nothing to do with his accident, but that still didn't stop her from feeling guilty.

"The nurse made me," House said sarcatically as he limped down the hallway.

Cameron gave him a look, "How's the leg?"

House stopped walking and looked over at Cameron, "A guy is in a motorcycle accident. He breaks his arm in two places and fractures his shoulder just because he has a pre exsisting injury to his leg people think to ask about that first?" he asked. He grabbed a hold of the IV carrier and let out a small painful noise when he got a twinge in his back.

Cameron gave him yet another look. "Fine," she said coldly, "How is your shoulder?"

House looked at Cameron for a minute. He could tell she was hurting, "It hurts." he said simply.

Cameron gave him a sligh nod, "Get back to your room." she said. "I'll have the nurse up your morphine." she replied professionally before sauntering away.

Just Drinks Chapter 7

"So you lied to her?" Wilson asked frantically.

"I was lying in a hospital bed! What was I supposed to do take her in my arms and kiss her?" House asked half seriously, half sarcastically.

Wilson gave him a 'duh' look, "Uh..yeah!"

House sighed heavily and looked away. "She looked so helpless. And Cameron always looks helpless thats her nature. She makes people think that it's others that need her when in truth its her that needs other people." he said honestly as he looked back up at Wilson. "She looked like a deer caught in head lights." House said miserably as he leaned his head back on his pillow.

"So you just let her continue to look like a deer caught in head lights?" Wilson asked confused.

"Again." House started. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Tell her the truth." Wilson shouted. Sometimes his friends lack of communication skills really bugged him. House sighed heavily and looked out the window, "I watched you as you crumbled after Stacey. I watched you for five years, House, I watched you suffer. Cameron was in the room five minutes and your eyes lit up. You fought so hard to make sure that Cameron stayed on your team when Vokler was around. You go out to dinner with her and you screw it up. And now you finally get a second chance? And you just let it walk out of the room?"

"I was drunk." House said defensivley.

Wilson shook his head gently, "And know you've run out of chances."

Just Drink Chapter 7

"So what you're saying is if I'm a good little boy, take all my meds I can go home?" House asked in a kid voice.

Chase and Foreman chuckled a little while Cameron remained professional, "Your blood pressure is back to normal and you are still the same arrogant ass you were before." she said hastily causing both Foreman and Chase to look at her curiously.

"Ohhh." House said, "Mommy's mad." House said as he stuck out his bottom lip like a child would.

Cameron sighed, "I'll get your discharge papers." she said as she left the room in one quick fluid motion.

Foreman watched as she walked away and turned back to House, "The thing is Cuddy doesn't want you on your own."

"Is Grandma mad?" he asked.

"She wants you to stay with someone and I only have a one bedroom apartment..." replied Foreman as he trailed off.

Chase put up his hands defensivley, "He hates me." he said in a matter of fact tone.

House sighed, "So that leaves, Cameron." Which left him in a real dilly of a pickle.

"What?" Cameron asked as she came back into the room.

Just Drinks Chapter 7

"Here's an extra blanket and a pillow just in case" Cameron said lightly as she sat it down on the arm of the couch. "Just let me know when your ready for bed i'll help you."

"I can do it myself." House added stubbornly.

"Of course. I didn't mean to say that you couldn't. I just wanted to ma-"

House looked up at her slowly, "Oh would you just shut up!" he snapped.

Cameron stopped rambling instantally and looked at him, "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing." House said lightly. That was one thing he did actually hate about Cameron. She always felt the need to apologize for everything.

Cameron sighed and sat down on the furtherst cushion away from him, "How can you watch this?" she asked. She had always hated soap opera's. "I mean its totally over rated."

"Seriously when will people understand. No tivo, can't rewind, shut up!" he said frantically.

Cameron sighed and became interested in her nails, catching a glance at the t.v. every now and then, "So whats gong on anyway?"

House sighed, "Christian is one step away from jail time. I think he still loves Natalie not this lawyer...District attorney chick."

"Who's Natalie?"

"Red head...pretty eyes. She thought he was dead for along time now she's with a cop who she also thought was dead for a while but what other people dont realize is that Johnny boy played on another soap opera as a completley different person. I mean you can't do that!" he rambled.

"House." Cameron began. "Your rambling." Cameron finished.

House let out a small sigh and looked over at her, "Sorry." he said turning back to the t.v.

Cameron smiled a little and inched over closer to him ever so gently, "So you really don't remember anything from before the accident?" she asked hopefully.

House looked down at her, seeing the hope in her eyes, "No." he lied. Even though Wilson's words echoed in his head over and over. He still stuck to his guns.

Cameron nodded, "I'll make you some tea."

"Black walnut and ginger." he said, stopping her in her tracks.

"You liked that tea?" she asked.

House shook his head, "No but its the thought that counts right?" he asked gently.

Cameron smirked a little and dissapeared into the kitchen. House let out a sigh and let his head fall back onto the couch. This was going to be a very uncomfortable living situation.

TBC...

Author's Note 2: Just for the record I wrote this chapter a long time ago so that's why the reference to One Life To Live is so old. lol. I haven't seen the show since then so I have no idea what is going on and I couldn't go back and change it.