Alright, I know I am not posting as quickly as I would like but with Christmas stuff going on and some personal problems my time has had to spent dealing with other things. I do try to get these updates out as quickly as possible. But thank-you to everyone who reviews on FF and on LJ! Love ya! 2BlckBlt/2BlackBelt

"I'm sure you can buy a great bunch of 'un-dead flowers.' Now the question is, will you buy them for me?"

"Oh, so now that you know about my mad flower buying skills you want me."

"Yes House. That's it exactly. Now go buy some flowers, pick me up in something other than on you bike, and take me out breakfast. But I am warning you. This is your last chance."

House made it to Cameron's apartment in record time. He even climbed the steps to her door, just to show he was making an effort, despite the pain in his leg, unlike in the past where he had usually called her on her cell and told her to "Get your cute little ass down here." But today he wanted to do things right, he knew this was his last chance to win her over and he did not want to screw it up.

House knocked on the door and Cameron answered the door while putting on her left earring, she wasn't excepting him for another ten minutes so she wasn't ready yet. She was still missing the flats she had bought the previous weekend and had yet to wear, and her top wasn't adjusted quite right, but House still thought she looked beautiful.

"Give me five minutes and I'll be ready to go."

House didn't believe her for a second, she was a woman after all, but kept the quip forming on his tongue to himself. That in itself, had Cameron known, may have been enough to show her just how much of an effort he was making. House never censored himself.

"Okay, ready. Where are we going?"

"I thought Perkins sounded good. Have you ever had their Cinnamon Roll French Toast?"

"No, I haven't but it sounds amazing, and I am starving."

"Let's go then. A sugary breakfast awaits!"

"I love sugar!"

"No shocker there. It is basically requirement for being a woman. I wonder if there is a genetic test for that…"

"It's not genetic House. It's hormonal. At least I think. Maybe they can test that. Salt cravings too! Maybe they could do research and cure the whole bloating thing."

"You don't bloat."

"Haha. I was the PMS queen before I went on meds. Bloating, pimples, bitchiness, the whole nine yards. But we are so changing the subject from my menstrual cycle."

"The female body fascinates me though. All though I am more of a breast and ass guy then a Tampax lover."

"I know, believe I know. The fact that you have been staring at anyone a C-cup or bigger the whole time I have worked for you has been a clue."

"Oh, come on, I am out with you."

"You ass! Feel free to point out any other perceived inadequacies while you're at it. Why the hell am I even out with you?"

"Because you want to save me from myself. Change my nasty streak. Find the diamond in the rough."

"Maybe I do, want to find your good inner nature, but that is only because I see that it is there. How many other people can you say that say that about you? I can think of one or two."

"Look who's nasty side is coming through now. Got a bad case of PMS?"

"House! Shut-up! Just shut the hell up and listen! I love you, okay? In a way that makes me put up with all your crap and give you more chances than you deserve. That's okay though. Because everyone deserves to love and be loved like that. Even guys who them, themselves don't believe it."

"Wow. So not only are you a woman who has a serious case of emotionitis, you also are a hopeless romantic! I guess I shouldn't be shocked."

"The two do tend to go together. I am surprised you haven't run a differential diagnoses on me and figured that out before."

"Funny Allison."

"Allison?"

"Hopeless romantics don't go by their last names."

"How many romantic leads call each other 'Smith' or Jones?'"

"Alright. Allison is fine, but not at work. We have to be professional."

Secretly Cameron was happy, more like jumping for joy, but she would never tell. She had almost no one in her life who didn't think of her as "Cameron." Her work at the hospital doesn't lend itself to much of a social life and with the exception of possibly Wilson, everyone at the hospital calls her Cameron. It was nice to hear her first name. Especially from the man she had been inwardly dreaming of for the better part of three years. Yes, life is good.