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From Part Two
Smack! Cameron's hand connected with House's face. It wasn't a punch, but it hurt a hell of a lot more than the other times he had been slapped by women. It was embarrassing too considering she probably didn't even weigh one hundred pounds.
"You deserve worse after what you did to me in the conference room. What happened between us last night, happened between us, not between us, the rest of the diagnostics department and Wilson, the nurses upstairs or whomever else you want to tell. You obviously don't feel the same way about last night as I do, but you can at least respect my feelings. I deserve that much respect."
"I don't respect anyone. Why should I treat you any different?"
"We slept together House. Does that not mean anything to you? Or are so emotionally challenged that, that fact doesn't even register on the House emotion radar"
"Didn't Wilson tell you? My emotional growth was stunted when I was dropped on my head as an infant."
"Enough with the bull-shit House."
"I am better with sarcasm than emotions, you know that."
"I also know that sarcasm is a defense mechanism, in your case to keep people from getting too close. See I did learn something during my psych rotation."
"Yeah, you're a regular Freud."
"Cut it out House. If you can't have a real conversation with me, I'll tell Cuddy what you said this morning during the 'differential'"
"You wouldn't dare. You'd have to admit to sleeping with me."
"I don't care. I just want you to suffer right now. And if filing a sexual harassment complaint is this only way to do that, then so be it."
"You do realize you slept with me too, right?"
"Yes, but I wasn't an ass about it at work the next day."
"You'd really admit to sleeping with me to Cuddy?"
"Life's a bitch House. We both know it. You proved it this morning, I am just going to further the theory."
"Damnnit Cameron. Haven't you ever heard that revenge is a dish best served cold?"
"Okay House, you don't want me to tell Cuddy about what you said this morning?"
"That's right, I don't."
"Okay, all you have to do is tell me why you don't want me to tell her and I won't."
"Easy enough. I don't want to get fired."
"That's not it though, is it House? You say things that can get you fired all the time and don't think twice about it. What makes what you said this morning to Chase, Forman and me any different?"
"I know you."
"What? As in you know my name is Dr. Cameron, or as in you know me as a person?"
"What does it matter?"
"It matters because if you only know me as my name then I know last night really meant nothing to you. If you know me as a person then I can hope that it meant something to you and that I mean something to you other than as a personal secretary."
"It meant something. I don't know what. Not yet. I am not used to not knowing things. I am usually sure of things and have the answer. Not knowing, it threw me off. So I am asking, as nicely as I know how, for you not to tell Cuddy."
"You have a deal. I won't tell Cuddy, but you have to do something for me, you have to figure what I mean to you. I don't care how you do it; play your Gameboy, watch All My Children, talk about the nurses with Wilson, whatever lets you think, but please figure it out, because I need to know."
"I get it, believe me, I get it. More than you might think. Being so unsure about something—it isn't like me. I don't like it."
"Then go see if some lady is sleeping with her daughter's boyfriend already!"
"Funny Cameron. But not what I need right now."
"What? You think you own the market on sarcasm?"
"I always seemed to have."
"Let me guess, you didn't learn to share in nursery school."
"I didn't go to nursery school. That is for spoiled brats."
"Well you didn't learn it in Kindergarten either. And kindergarten is for everyone. Spoiled or not.
"There you go with that sarcasm again."
"House, you don't have any control over me right now. One word from me and you will be in Cuddy's office faster than…"
"Yeah, yeah. I get it."
"Good, now go see clinic patients."
"Why would I do that? You are scheduled for the clinic right now!"
"Which is exactly why you should being seeing clinic patients now."
"Damn it. Can't I make it up to you some other way? Like expensive jewelry or dozens of roses? Which color do you like? Red? Pink? Yellow? I could get you all three."
"A date. I want a date."
"Haven't we been down this path before? We don't 'do' dates."
"So you messed up our dinner at the restaurant, but that was direct sabotage. Remember how much fun you had at the monster truck thing?"
"'Thing?' You have so much to learn. I guess it is my duty to teach you. Okay, will go on a date. But we go on my terms."
"Umm…okay." Cameron was a bit nervous.
"Good. Okay, no fancy clothes or the perfume you were only for weddings and other life altering occasions. I want this to be us. Minus your lab coat. That would so kill the mood."
"Then what are we doing?"
"An Italian restaurant with pasta and pizza to die for. And wonderful piano playing in the background."