A/N: Thought all you wonderful people could use an update! I know how I'm going to end this, but it's getting up to the ending I'm having issues with, so bear with me as I muddle through the next couple of chaps. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I love it so so much! Enjoy!!

Chapter 14: ok again

The next morning Cameron woke up, immediately missing the warm presence that had been next to her the previous morning. She hadn't heard anything from House, so she figured either he hadn't read her note, or hadn't bothered with a phone call. She considered calling in from work, but decided against it. She had to face him sooner or later, and sooner was better; before the rehearsal dinner that night. She got ready as quickly as she could, and left.

When she arrived in the conference room, her colleagues were sitting down, looking subdued.

"Is everything…ok?" She was almost afraid to ask.

"Yep, he's not here yet," Chase told her.

"Thank goodness." She slumped down in her usual chair.

"Tonight should be interesting," Foreman said, breaking the silence.

"Do not remind me. This is a disaster. And my fault, on top of everything else. I should have seen…" she trailed off.

"Seen what? That he liked you back? It's not like it was there for the world to see. Anyone could have made the same mistake." Foreman put a hand on her shoulder.

"But I think I did realize it. I never told him about my lunch with Todd. It shouldn't have mattered, so I shouldn't have had a problem with telling him. So why didn't I? Because some part of me knew he'd have a reaction. Why would he have a reaction? Because he'd get jealous. Why the jealousy? Because he liked me." She took a deep breath. "Why did he like me? I have no clue whatsoever."

"Because you're fun to be around, you're bright, you're beautiful, you're everything he should want," Chase said. Cameron crashed her head down on the table with a thud.

"Thank you," she said, her voice slightly muffled. Then her head snapped back up as the office door opened and shut. The three exchanged looks. Cameron thought.

"I should at least try and talk to him again. If not for myself, then for Wilson and Mary Ann."

She stood up, took several calming breaths, and stalked purposefully to the door separating the two rooms. She opened the door and strode in without so much as knocking.

It was clear to her right off the bat that he'd had a worse night than she had. He looked as bad as she felt. He didn't acknowledge her presence, only looked at her, as though waiting for her to speak. At least she was allowed that much this time.

"I'm here to try and explain things again, if you would please hear me out," she began.

He bit his lip, silent for a moment, before getting up and heading out the door, leaving her discouraged, and getting angrier by the second at this latest rebuff. Instead of staying where she was, like last time, she followed him, fists clenching ever tighter.

"Why are you following me?"

"Because you won't let me talk, and if you'd just give me five minutes-…"

He turned on her then, and she almost bumped into him.

"Five minutes to what? Make it all better? Not gonna cut it. I saw what I saw."

She looked him in the face then. "Why do you give a damn? It was all fake anyway, right? I could've jumped Porter in the lobby and it shouldn't have made a difference to you at all!" She stood on tip-toe to make them more even in height

"WHY. DO. YOU. CARE?!" She accentuated each word by poking his chest with a finger.

He avoided her eyes completely. "I don't."

"Well, you couldn't prove it by me. Everything these last couple of weeks indicates that you do. The kissing, the supermarket, the closet space, this completely unfounded jealousy, your tantrum; all of that says you do care; so, tell me why!"

She stood back from him then, and continued backing up until her back hit the wall, then she slid down it, crumpling in a heap on the floor, hiding her head in her arms. She felt his presence next to her a couple of minutes later.

"Do you know what I was doing before I saw you and Porter?"

"How would I know?" She kept her head covered and tried to keep her voice level.

"I was coming to terms with the fact that I had developed feelings for you over the last couple weeks. And once I'd done that, I was about to go find you and tell you, but was interrupted by Sheila. Which, I guess, was a good thing, because I wouldn't have found you since you were out on your date."

"It wasn't a date; it was lunch, just lunch. The lunch you told me to take a raincheck on that day in the cafeteria."

"It's not the lunch that bothers me, it was what I saw afterward."

"Which meant nothing."

"How do I know that?"

"Because if it had meant something, I wouldn't be following you around trying to fix things. I'd be with Porter."

"So, are you mad at me?" He asked. She looked up at him, surprised by this sudden letting down of the walls he put up around himself.

"I'm thoroughly amazed that your immaturity could reach the depths it has, since this could have been resolved not too long after it started. I'm mad about that. Mostly, I'm mad at myself though. I should have told you what was going on, even though I figured it was none of your business."

"Everything's my business. And you didn't answer me."

"Yes, I am mad at you. You could've ruined our friends' wedding! I don't suppose you thought of them for even a second during all this."

"Nope."

Silence reigned.

"Are we ok?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Yea, we're ok."

She got up off the floor, and they walked back to his office.

"I threw away the present you gave me."

"I know. I fished it out of the trash. I put it in the box in your dresser drawer."

He nodded, his hand on the doorknob of his office.

"Do you wanna stay tonight?"

"I thought you'd never ask. And you owe me a kiss."

He put a hand on either side of her face and looked her in the eyes.

"I like you," he said.

She felt a smile come to her face. "I like you too, but I suppose you already knew that." She rolled her eyes at her obvious statement, and was stopped mid-roll by his lips over hers. She closed her eyes and felt that familiar feeling wash over her, that feeling of being completely lost, and wanting to stay that way forever, as long as he was with her.

Then he seemed to remember that they were in a crowded hallway and he pulled away from her slowly. She moved forward toward him, not ready to give him up yet. He put a finger to her lips, his eyes moving to indicate their surroundings to her. She found herself lightly kissing his finger, her lips hungry for any part of him that was near enough to kiss.

He compromised with her, wrapping his arms around her in a hug instead. She returned it, and they stood in the hallway, just holding onto each other. She felt her shoulders begin to shake with emotion.

"Don't start," he said quietly. Then he let her go, and disappeared in his office. She went back to the conference room, and found the guys just as she'd left them.

She smiled. "Do you guys even do anything anymore?"

"Nope," Chase answered her.

"Lunch? My treat."

That got them up and moving.

"So, I'm guessing everything's all right with you and the boss man now?" Foreman asked.

"Yep, we're ok again."

"Thank god," Chase said. "Because there was no way I was going to clean up that office again. I felt like his mother or something."

They headed down to the cafeteria, Cameron with a little bounce in her step. Everything was the way it had been at the beginning of this fiasco. Full of possibilities. The only difference was that now, it was for real.

A/N: Ok, I will admit, I was going to drag the conflict out until the actual wedding, but I decided against it just cause everyone wanted to be over already! See what reviews can do!! I hope the resolution was good for everyone. I'm not overly thrilled with it, but hopefully it worked for you!