Author's Note: Just wanted to thank y'all for reading.

Disclaimer: I still don't own anyone

Pairings: House/Cameron

Saz89- I guess you probably want an update huh? lol.

xxBuffyFreakxx- evil cackle

Author's Note 2: All I used to write was Speed/Calleigh stories and I guess Ann Donahue and all of her CSI: Miami dramarific writing habits have rubbed off on me so that is why House is being particularly difficult right now. lol.

Just Drinks Chapter 8

"So how was your first night alone with, House?" Foreman asked as he caught up with Cameron in the hall. "Did you guys do the nasty?"

Cameron gave him a look, letting him know she wasn't all to pleased with his choice of words, "We watched Soap Opera's and drank tea all night." she said simply.

Foreman winced, "Please tell me your date last week went better?" Cameron sighed and picked up her clipboared from the nurses station.

"Like a train wreck waiting to happen right, Foreman?" she asked recalling their earlier conversation. Without waiting for an answer from him she walked away, leaving him there alone to ponder his thoughts.

Just Drinks Chapter 8

Cameron sighed a little as she turned over in bed. It was killing her having House so close but yet so far away. Regreatably she understood the fact that he couldn't remember but she wanted him to so badly. There was a 100 percent chance that despite the accident there would have been some ackward feelings but she would rather have that then nothing at all. She wanted so badly to reach out and touch his hand but she couldn't. She just wanted to hear those three little words again. After about another half hour of tossing and turning she finally got out of bed.

House had had enough of Cameron's guest bedroom so he made his way back into the living room. He turned the t.v. on low so not to wake her up, but he had a feeling she was awake. Wide awake just like he was. He wanted to tell her so badly he just couldn't. He couldn't hurt her the way Stacey hurt him. It just wasn't fair to anyone to be hurt like that.

Cameron made her way out of the bedroom and noticed the t.v. reflection on the wall. She walked slowly so not to wake him up just in case he was sleeping, "Thank god." House said loudly, causing Cameron too jump.

"I thought you were asleep." she stated as she placed a hand over her heart in an attempt to calm it down.

"No." he said, "Your constant tossing and turning kept me up." he said sarcastically.

Camron sighed and crossed her hands over her chest. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable in her tank top and short shorts. "I''m going to get something to eat. Do you want anything?" she asked.

House shook his head, "No" he said as he sat up.

Cameron nodded and made her way into the kitchen. House peaked his head over and watched her before quickly sitting back onto the couch and looking over at her as she sat down with a bowl of chocolate ice cream. "You sure you don't want some?" she asked holding the spoon up.

House looked down at the spoon before lightly taking it from her, "Mmmm. It is good." he said after swallowing.

Cameron smirked a little as she watched him dab a little ice cream on the spoon. House smirked and tapped the spoon onto the tip of her nose. Cameron shivered a little from the sudden coldness, "Hey." she protested as she wiped the ice cream off of her nose.

"Thank you." he said as he took the bowl from her.

"Hey!" she protested louder this time, "You said you didn't want any."

"And yet here I am with ice cream." he said smugly.

Cameron narrowed her eyes at him playfully. She lifted her finger into the bowl and then slid her finger across his cheek, "There." she said happily, "Now we are even."

House sighed and handed her the bowl back, "Well I don't want it now. It has your cooties all in it."

Cameron gave him a look, "Well you're getting your cooties all over my apartment." she countered. House turned to look at her slowly. Cameron let out a small sigh, "I'm sorry House, I didn't-"

Once again House cut her off, "Again enough with the apologizing."

Cameron sighed and handed him the bowl back before running off into the kitchen.

House sighed and went after her, "Cameron." he said lightly. "About last week." he began. There it was word vomit. He knew he was going to end up telling her something about what happend between them two. It killed him not to be able to tell her what he remembered. To not be able to tell her what it felt like to hold her in his arms after word. The feeling of her hair across his shoulder as she snuggled into him. But no he couldn't, he couldn't let it slip.

Cameron stopped what she was doing and turned around ever so slowly to look at him, "What about last week?" she asked hopefully.

House panicked and saw how hopeful she looked, "Thanks for uping my morphine." he said lamely.

Cameron nodded dissapointedly, "Welcome." she whispered. "Well i'm going back to bed. Night, House." she said as she vanished down the hall.

House nodded slightly, "Night." he waited until he heared the click of her door close before letting out an over due sigh, "Thank you for uping my morphine."he said regreatably, "What was I thinking?"

TBC...