A/N: I was inspired to update by the first season repeat. Nothing like the basics! Enjoy!
Chapter 8: supermarket shenanigans
When they arrived at the supermarket, Cameron took over control of the shopping cart, not trusting House to even do so much as touch it. She browsed through the produce section, stopping occasionally to put apples and oranges and various vegetables in the cart. House followed her with a disgusted look on his face.
"Which do you prefer, green beans or cauliflower?" She asked.
"Which do you think?"
"I think neither, but that wasn't a choice."
"Get the cauliflower. At least it isn't green."
"I'll get both."
They went through aisle after aisle, Cameron adding things here and there, House tossing in junk food and generally anything not nutritious. Then Cameron put some diet soda in the cart.
"Oh, no. I draw the line at diet soda. None of that. It's pure evil."
"It's 0 everything. Plus, no sugar."
"I need sugar, though. How do you expect me to get up in the morning?"
"That's what coffee is for."
House went into the previous aisle. Cameron waited.
He came back with a sack of sugar, which he tossed carelessly into the cart.
"If you insist on diet soda, I'll just add the sugar myself."
Cameron looked at him, exasperated. Then she took the soda out, and exchanged it for the regular kind.
"Happy?"
"No."
"Close enough to it?"
"Yes."
They continued.
"You're keeping the sugar?"
"Yea, I can use it for baking…cookies maybe."
"Now you're talking."
They came to another aisle, and House stopped.
"I'm not going in there."
"It's just the feminine products aisle. It's not going to bite."
"No."
"Don't be a wimp. Come on." She tugged at his arm until he let himself be dragged into the aisle, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.
"Quit being such a baby. It's just tampons and stuff."
"Oh, is that all? Well then, I suppose I should look…whoa!" His eyes shot upward again.
He had looked down into the depths of the aisle only to be confronted by Lisa Cuddy browsing the merchandise.
"House? Cameron? What are you two doing here…together?"
"She doesn't know? I thought everyone knew," she thought.
"We're here together because we're…together," House said simply, not looking down.
"Are you going to Wilson's dance lessons?" Cuddy asked.
"Yes, are you going too?" Cameron asked. She couldn't recall whether she'd heard Cuddy's name among those Chase had mentioned.
"I'm exempt. I used to dance when I was younger," she began.
"Much, much, much, much younger," House interrupted.
Cuddy rolled her eyes and ignored him.
"Anyway, Mary Anne and Wilson said I could bow out, so I'm looking forward to a nice, quiet evening at home."
"Wish I could have that," Cameron responded, and jerked a thumb at House. Cuddy smiled.
"I always had a feeling you two would end up together."
"If only you knew," Cameron thought.
"Well, it was nice seeing you Cameron, have fun at the lessons. And House, don't screw anything up, please." She continued on her way, and Cameron got what she needed, and they made their way to the check out.
"Can't we get at least one frozen pizza?" House whined.
"All right," Cameron gave in.
"Thanks…mom,"
"You're welcome…son."
"I take it back. That was creepy," He made a face.
"Yea, I take it back too," she copied the face he'd made.
They got in a line, and House dumped tabloids into the cart.
"What are these?"
"Gotta keep on the latest Hollywood gossip."
"Since when?"
"Since now."
"Get them out. If I want to see what Lindsey Lohan's up to, I'll check it out online. I'm wasting my money on that trash."
"Who said you were paying?"
"I just assumed I would be."
"You know what happens when you assume?"
"Yes, but-…"
"It's food for my fridge in my kitchen in my home, so I'm paying. Well, I guess you can pay for your…woman things…nah, I'll pay for them too."
"But 10 to 1 odds says I'll be cooking the food, so I'll pay."
They stared at each other for a minute, and then House snatched her purse and held it aloft.
"You are so childish. I can't believe it."
"You sound almost surprised. Why is that?"
"Give me my purse."
"Jump for it."
"No way! Just give it!"
"Only if you swear on the frozen pizza that you won't pay."
"Fine."
"Do it."
Cameron sighed, and laid a hand on the pizza. "I won't pay."
"There, was that so difficult?"
He dropped the purse back in the cart where he'd gotten it, and was silent. He paid for their groceries, tabloids included, since he'd never removed them from the cart, and they took them out to the car, and drove back to House's to put them away before heading to the dance lessons.
"Are we supposed to change clothes or anything?" Cameron asked once they were indoors.
"Why would we?"
"To be more comfortable. I think I'm going to change. You might want to also."
"Why? I won't actually be doing anything."
"You could try, anyway."
"I told Wilson I'd go. I never committed to anything beyond that. Besides, I can't."
"Who says?"
"I say, and my leg says."
"You might surprise yourself if you tried."
"No thanks. I've got my trusty reading material." He patted the tabloids sitting on the table.
"Suit yourself. But, there's gotta be some kind of dance you can do."
"I could probably stand in place and sway. That'd be about it. And even if I wanted to do that, I wouldn't need lessons for it."
"Ok, I'll be back in a bit." She disappeared into the bedroom with a change of clothes.
"You know, you could quit living out of your suitcases," he called down the hall after her.
"Meaning…what?" She asked through the door.
"Meaning, that you could rearrange some of my things and have a drawer or some closet space."
She stuck her head out the door and looked at him.
"You mean that?" she asked softly.
"Yea, I mean, the wedding's still a little ways off, so…if you wanted to…" he trailed off.
"I do want to. Thank you."
"Hurry up, we'll be late."
"You're worried about being late?"
"No, but I bet you are."
"You're right there." Her head disappeared and several minutes later she came out again wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a tight aqua top with spaghetti straps. He looked her up and down, and nodded approvingly.
"Nice."
"Thank you. You ready?"
"Maybe I should change. I mean, gotta be comfortable to read about Paris Hilton's latest sex tape."
"Sure…just get a move on. We're running a bit late."
"Told you."
"Well, if you hadn't been such an infant in the supermarket. I shouldn't have made you come. I could've been out of there in half the time."
"Could not."
"Just go."
She went behind him and gave him a little shove.
"I call abuse on that. Aggravated assault."
"Come on, I barely touched you!"
He turned around and gave her a small shove back, even lighter than the one he gave her.
"I call assault back at you!"
"We're even now. I don't feel as victimized."
"Go, go, go. We need to get out of here." She stretched up and kissed him on the nose without so much as a thought. He raised an eyebrow at her and turned down the hallway.
"I figured that would get you moving," she called.
"If that was an apology for assaulting me, it isn't going to work. I still may press charges."
"Anything I can say to get you not to?"
"Nothing you can say…maybe some stuff you could do."
"So not going there," she replied, her face reddening. It was difficult to know whether he was still joking or not. She wasn't sure which one she hoped it was.
He came out a minute or so later in his pajamas.
"You're wearing your pajamas?"
"Yea, what's more comfortable?"
"Whatever. Let's go. I don't wanna be the last one there." She grabbed her purse, House grabbed his tabloids, and they headed out.
A/N: There you go! Hope it's decent. Just a bit of a filler chapter, for fun.
