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Chapter 15

House rolled in bed and reached for the warm body lying next to his, but found none. Frowning he considered if last night was an alcohol induced dream, but quickly dismissed it. Opening his eyes he was temporarily blind from the sun light coming through the window, once he got used to it he took in his surroundings, it was no dream last night and he had the headache to prove it. He glanced at the clock it read 10am, that made sense Cameron was probably already at work. He got up and reached for his cane he remembered leaving it in the living room but now it rested against the bed frame, Cameron's caring was always shining through in the little details. A small smile reached his lips. The smell of coffee lured him to the kitchen and he found a pot of coffee still warm and two pills on top of a note, pouring the coffee he read the note. Morning, aspirin for the headache. Don't worry I know you're going to snoop! Cameron. He smirked, she knew him well.

Heading back to the bedroom he got dressed and was a bit surprised by his surroundings, the other times he'd been there he had more important things occupying his mind to notice it. There were no stuffed animals, no girly flower print curtains, there wasn't even a pink wall! He decided to snoop through the other rooms, all walls were white and the decoration wasn't over baring, she had lots of books most related to medicine, an eclectic collection of DVD's and music CD's, he was certainly impressed. There were only a few pictures scattered around the apartment (he was glad to see that Chase only figured in one, their wedding day) and the only thing pink was a sparkly pink tooth brush. Heading back to her bedroom he left the best for last, the underwear drawer. After all he was still House. And Cameron didn't disappoint him.

It was now almost 11.30am he was late for work, nothing new there but if he wanted to avoid Cuddy's ranting he better get moving, he still had to go by his place and change clothes. On his way to the hospital he felt relieved for finally telling Cameron hoe he felt, even if he had to be drunk to do it.

It was a quiet day, which he was thankful for, there was no need to aggravate his headache, House had no new patient since the one he and Cameron treated, his underlings were on clinic duty all day and other then a phone call from Wilson annoying him the day was uneventful. So he spent most of the day locked in his office willing the hangover to pass. Cameron didn't call as he expected, he didn't call either unsure of what to say, this was uncharted territory for him and she was better with words anyway, so he decided to call it a day.

"It's not five yet and you arrived late in the morning." He heard Cuddy say as he made his way out through the lobby.

"My support buddy abandoned me and I'm too fragile to deal with you on my own!"

"Funny. You know I could make you pay, I hear the clinic really misses you." She joked.

"Only if you want a new batch of lawsuits." Sadly Cuddy knew he was right.

"I have a special budget just for you." She tried nonetheless.

"I promise I won't call you the Wicked Witch of Hospitals for the next two weeks." He bargained.

"Deal! You're no use to me if you're hangover anyway." She said rolling her eyes, the dark circles under his eyes and the fact he spent the day in his office in the dark didn't go unnoticed by her.

"You're the best boss ever!" He yelled over his shoulder walking away.

She couldn't help but laugh, straightening herself the second she realized the people looking at her, after all she still had a reputation to maintain. As for House he was happy things between him and Cuddy were finally back to normal. He now realized they could never work together, their relationship was fight after fight, soon or later they would end up killing each other.

Once he got home House played the piano for a while it always soothed him, plus Wilson wasn't around to complain about him playing at late hours then he went to sleep. He had just found a comfortable position in bed when there was a knock on the door. Who could possibly be at this hour?

Cameron was rolling around in bed, she couldn't sleep her mind always drifting to House, and the fact that his smell lingered on her bed wasn't helping either. She wanted to call him and straight things out but was afraid of his reaction after all he wasn't much for talks. She glanced at the clock it was almost midnight. Screw it, she thought. Deciding this was enough she grabbed the first clothes she could take, put her sneakers on and made her way to the living room, there she grabbed her jacket and her keys. The whole point of leaving PPTH was to start over and she did try to fight him off but somehow he always ends up making his way back to her heart. This time she was gonna go to him.

When House swung the door open he didn't expect to see her, she was standing on his doorstep wearing tight low rider jeans a dark green t-shirt and her black jacket with matching sneakers, and no make -up, she looked even younger.

"I can't sleep." Was all she said.

Stepping aside he let her walk in and closed the door and started his way back to his bedroom. Suddenly Cameron wasn't so sure this was such a good idea. Sensing her hesitation and that she wasn't following him House stopped.

"You coming?" She nodded and went after him.

"Here, you can use this." He handed her one of his t-shirts. "Sleeping in tight jeans can't be all that comfortable."

He crawled under the coverts while she started to change. She sat on the edge of the bed her back to him and took off her shoes, her jeans were next showing him her white girly boxers, memories of her underwear drawer came to mind. Next was her t-shirt revealing also a white bra, she reached for his t-shirt and slipped in it, it was obviously too big for her reaching her mid thigh. All he could think was how good she looked in it and how good it would be to take it off her body.

She joined him in bed and immediately felt the warmth of his body even though they weren't touching, he was lying on his back eyes closed and Cameron was on her side facing him. They stayed like that for a moment until she sighed, closed her eyes too and broke the silence.

"I'm tired House. I can't do this anymore." House opened his eyes and took in her expression, she was calm but serious.

"I'm tired of this back and forth we keep doing, it's too much. I'm exhausted."

Was she ending whatever it was they had? He had just come to terms with his feelings for her, she couldn't back out now.

"I need more." She continued.

House felt relief wash through his body, she wasn't ending things she wanted more.

"I'm tired too." He spoke for the first time. At this she opened her eyes to find blue ones staring at her.

"What does that mean?"

He wasn't good with words so he decided that maybe he should show her. He leaned in and kissed her softly, when he broke the kiss she was smiling.

"You can't fix me." He stated seriously, he needed her to understand this in order for them to work.

"You're not broken. You don't need fixing."

"When you left you said you - ." He was cut off. She placed her fingers on his lips to get his attention.

"When I left I was hurt. But I didn't say I wanted to fix you, I said I wanted to heal you." She paused this was an important moment.

"You're always in pain, and not just you're leg, you're in pain here." She moved her hand to his heart. "I just wanted to take the pain away, at least make it a little easier."

She searched his eyes for understanding, he was staring straight at her, Cameron didn't know if that was a good sign or not, it actually made her a little uncomfortable. She sighed again and closed her eyes.

"I never wanted to fix you, you just always assumed so."

To say he was speechless was an understatement. Him and his damn assumptions. Closing the gap between their bodies he pulled her close to him, one hand on her waist. She offered no resistance and opened her eyes.

"It means we share a few meals a week and have hot sex."

It took her moment to realize he was answering her previous question, but when she did she smiled, a real smile. At the sight before him he rolled his eyes making the situation lighter, after all he was still House and he'd had enough of serious talk for one day, hell for one year.

"Ok you can stop smiling now, let's just go to sleep. Isn't that what you're here for?"

She continued to smile but did as she was told.

"Your eyes are closed but you still have that goofy smile. Stop it." He didn't get how someone could be so happy just for being with him.

"I'm sleeping, you're the one who keeps talking."

"Just for that I'm gonna add sex in the office to our deal."

"Ok." She chuckled.

Soon House felt her breathing slow down, she was in deep sleep. He watched her sleep, her peaceful face, her blond hair on his pillow, he decided he liked having her in his bed with him. It felt right to be with her. Right now she looked so innocent so fragile, he just didn't get how she could be so vulnerable and strong at the same time, sexy and yet innocent, confident and naïve, the woman was just a contradiction all together and he loved it.
Soon he too fell asleep.

Finally!!! But there's still more to come…

Some of you asked for morning sex after House showed up at Cameron's place, but let's face it even though this is House, morning breath after at night of drinking can't be all that appealing. Well there's always tomorrow morning…

R&R