Disclaimed.

A blue screened tv is what greeted Wilson when he walked into House's living room. He had expected the worst; broken furniture, spilled alcohol, yelling and complaints. So needless to say he was a bit surprised at the sight before him. Granted he wasn't completely surprised since he did have a hand in it. There on the couch, passed out, where House and Cameron. She was curled up, her shoeless feet almost touching him. His casted leg rested on a pillow on the Chinese trash covered coffee table. House's head was rolled back, mouth slightly open with a shade of soy sauce on his chin. Wilson turned off the tv and popped out the movie that had apparently lulled the pair to sleep. He almost laughed out loud as he replaced House's copy of Bullitt back in it's case. He wouldchoose an action thriller flick from the 60's to watch with a girl. Smooth House...real smooth. Then, a magnificent idea formed in Wilson's mind. As quietly as he could he searched House's desk drawers til he found his prize. A digital camera with a full battery and most of its memory. Perfect. Wilson began snapping away. Getting close ups and full scene shots and different angles. Once he was satisfied that he had gotten a good one, he booted up House's computer and plugged in the camera. Picking out the best few, he attached them to an email. To Lisa Cuddy...enjoy! Oh this was Perfect! Until that is, House woke up. He eyed Wilson's giddy expression with caution.

"What did you do?" He asked with suspicion. For once, he sounded like the parent scolding a three year old, instead of the other way around. No sooner had the words left his mouth did he see his digital camera sitting, plugged in. Worry flooded his voice.

"James E. Wilson, WHAT did you DO?"

"And send." Wilson said with a chuckle.

"Wilson...Give me the camera. Don't do anything you'll regret. And I can promise you, you WILL regret it."

"Too late. But here, take it. The emails already been sent with all the ADORABLE pictures of you and your lovie over there." He gestured to the still slumbering Cameron, and was slightly surprised at the look of "That's Mine" that flitted across House's eyes for a spilt second. They looked a little sad once it was gone.

"Greg House is NOT adorable...he's a man. Who did you send them to?"

"Oh just...Cuddy, Chase, Foreman, Stacy, and pretty much everyone in the hospital and all your family. Not many." House's eyes got huge and he took a deep breath as his nostrils flared.

"Ever broken a bone Jimmy Boy?" He asked with tension and sarcasm in his voice.

"No why?" Wilson replied with a grin.

"Because as soon as I'm able, and when you're least expecting it, you will end up in a full body cast drinking liquid food from a straw...if I go easy on you."

"Down boy...I just sent them to Cuddy and myself. Besides, it's not like many people would be surprised. The tension between you two has been pretty much electric." Wilson stood and tossed his friend the camera and began cleaning up the Chinese leftovers. "You two massacred this stuff." He lifted a box torn in half and looked pointedly at the only conscious culprit, who just shrugged his shoulders. "And really House, a Steve Mcqueen movie? You couldn't pick a better movie for you two to watch?" He tossed a napkin to House and headed into the kitchen, his arms full.

"For your information, she picked the movie." House called after him. He was going through the pictures Wilson took. "Ugh...delete. Delete. Delete." Suddenly he stopped and stared at one. It was of Cameron. A close up of her face. A wisp of slightly curled auburn hair gently caressed her cheek as a hint smile danced across her lips. He could tell she was dreaming happy, as her face was free of the slight tension she always seemed to have in her eyes. She was truly at peace, and she was truly beautiful. The slam of the trash can lid shook him out of his dreams. He saved that picture. He set the camera down, not even bothering to look at the rest. He was too busy thinking. What is going on with me? Why am I thinking about her like that? I need to man up and get mean. Reaching out his hand to shake her awake, Wilson threw a dish towel at him.

"Don't you dare."

"What the hell Wilson?"

"Don't you dare do it. I know what you were going to do. You were going to wake her up and be a jackass. Don't push her away like an idiot. Let her wake on her own and when she does be NICE. I'm not saying you have to profess your obvious love for her tonight. But at least be friendly. I'm not going to let you push her away too. Like you did with Stacy. And every other girl you've had dropped in your lap for whatever reason."

"I didn't push them away. And she needs to get up. She's stealing my couch space." Wilson just looked at his friend. House could tell he was trying to figure him out. "What?"

"You said them...and didn't single out Stacy. You always single out Stacy. You always say 'I didn't push her away, she ran from what she did to me.' You either didn't want a lecture or you're completely over her and focused on Cameron. And considering you spent almost five minutes staring at a picture of her, I think it's safe to say that you're over Stacy."

"You were watching me." House accused.

"Yeah...and good thing or you would have seriously messed up my friend. By the way, you left something in the drawer at the hospital." House's eyes once again went wide. "Oh yeah. I found it. You're sick. Keeping her book from her just to have her visit you. Be like a normal human being for once in your life. Man up and ask her out on a real date. To a movie or dinner or a show. Just...something. You've done it before with the monster truck show. When you came home that night, you hardly complained and just sat there looking satisfied with yourself. You enjoyed yourself for at least part of the time. I could tell. You can do it Greg. Just don't mess this up for yourself." He turned and walked back into the kitchen leaving House to his thoughts. Once he was gone, Cameron began to stir. Sitting up she stretched a bit and looked at House.

"What time is it?" She asked with a yawn.

"Cut the act, I know you were awake for a better part of that particular lecture. You're breathing wasn't as even and I saw your eyes open a crack. You could never make it in the movies with that acting." House muttered as he looked down at his cast with disdain. Of course the World's Most Awkward Moment is about to go down and I can't even limp away like usual.

"You took a picture of me?"

"Wilson did. Of both of us. And emailed them to Cuddy." He tossed her the camera. "You can look if you want." She turned on the camera. Looking at the picture House has been staring at, she cleared her throat.

"Is that...the one you were staring at?"

"I wasn't staring. I zoned out. It happens when you get the heavy duty pain killers." He turned on the tv and began flipping through channels. "But yeah, that's the one." Nodding, she set down the camera and looked at her hands in her lap. She and House turned to each other and started to speak at the same time.

"You go first." Cameron said shyly. House nodded and thought for a few tense moments before he began to speak.

"Look...I don't know myself, but...people...apparently think there's something here...between us. And who knows, maybe they're right. So I guess, if you want to you can come over again tomorrow and...watch another movie or something. We could order Italian or something. And Wilson could pay." Cameron's breath caught.

"Are you asking me out on a...date?"

"No." House shook his head and looked extremely uncomfortable. "Not a date. Because it would be here. And not out somewhere. It would be a...hang out...thing. I guess...look if you don't want to then don't bother. I was just saying...since you found my couch so comfortable and all. And you're taste in movies isn't girly and awful." Cameron nodded when he was done speaking. She then stood and gathered her things and headed towards the door. House looked down in defeat and sighed. Just as her hand touched the door knob she turned and spoke.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Without giving him a chance to reply she rushed out the door and got in her car. Wilson ran out of the kitchen laughing and he threw his towel up in the air.

"You did it! Finally! You asked her out!" House didn't hear a word he said. He was busy pretending not to look at the camera she had left turned on, the picture of her facing him. I did it. I finally did something right.

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Ok here's the deal...I can either end it here or continue on in their budding relationship. Review with what you would like!