I don't own House md, but a girl can dream right?
Chapter 17
The following weeks Cameron and House developed a nice routine, he would usually spend the night at her home and occasionally they had dinner with Wilson at their place, Wilson's cooking was never something to turn down. They were both a little surprised at how good things were and at how natural it all felt. Of course House was still House, he was still the same at work messing with everyone's heads which is why no one suspected he was having a relationship with his old duckling.
House was lying on his back in bed after some glorious hot sex, Cameron's head rested on his chest listening to his heart beat.
"Greg." He said.
"Opps and here I thought I was sleeping with Wilson!"
"Funny. I meant for you to call me Greg." He said in a low voice.
"What?" She raised her head to look at him.
"We've seen each other naked I think you should call me by my first name."
"Greg…" She said as if trying the name, resuming her previous position with her head on his chest.
"I like it."
A comfort silence settles in until Cameron speaks again.
"Are you gonna call me Allison now?"
"No. That would just be weird." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She giggles slightly. House was still House. Soon they were both asleep.
House and Cameron are sitting on the stools in Cameron's kitchen having takeout dinner.
"I have a light schedule tomorrow, I could come and buy you and Wilson lunch. I think he's being neglected." Cameron says.
"Then you should come over by my place for dinner, Wilson can cook."
"But you're always coming to my hospital, I thought it would be nice to visit you there."
"Cafeteria food sucks."
Cameron frowns. Over the years House has become less of a mystery, she still doesn't get the man sometimes but right now she knows this has nothing to do with cafeteria food. She puts her fork down.
"You don't want me to come. You don't want people to know about us." It's not a question.
"Wilson knows about us. He probably knew there was an 'us' even before we did."
"Wilson is not enough." She states getting up and taking her still half full plate to the kitchen. He follows her and leans on the door frame.
"What's this about?"
"I don't want to hide. In the beginning it made sense but not anymore."
"I just don't see the reason why people should know." Here it was their first fight as a couple.
"Because I can't even come around for lunch!" She snaps.
"So what do you want? That I send an email to everyone that works there? Or maybe I should just yell in the lobby 'hey people I'm sleeping with Cameron!'." Cameron felt tears on the back of her eyes but none fall.
"Why not? You did it when you thought you had slept with Cuddy." She was angry and hurt.
He was silent for a moment, it wasn't everyday Greg House didn't have comeback.
"Listen Greg, maybe years ago things would be different and I would be ok with this, I might even find it thrilling but too much as happened and we're doing nothing wrong to be ashamed of and to be hiding."
"You knew who I was when we started this." He stated.
Cameron knew from the beginning that a relationship with House wouldn't be all rainbows and sunshine, but keeping their relationship a secret was not something she was willing to do forever.
"Maybe you should go, I think we both need to be alone to think." Cameron gestured with her hands to the door.
He didn't feel like going but he wasn't staying either. If she wanted him to leave then fine.
"Fine!" He said.
"Fine." He turned around and limped to the door, closing it with a loud bang making Cameron flinch.
If this were years ago Cameron would probably be on her bed crying her eyes out or with a bucket of ice-cream watching some crappy movie. But that was then, she went to the living room to get his plate and put it in the sink with hers, the dishes could wait, next she put on her comfy pajamas and hoped for a few hours of sleep. She never cried.
"Wilson you need to do something." Cuddy entered the oncologist office with despair on her face.
"What did he do this time?" Wilson looked over his paper work.
"He's driving the nurses crazy, even more so than usual! It's the third nurse today that threatens to quit."
"He's been in a bad mood."
"In bad mood? Right now Satan looks like an innocent child compared to him! What's going on with him?"
"I'll talk to him."
"Thanks cause right now is driving this entire hospital crazy!" Cuddy left the office with the hope that Wilson could work his magic on House.
"Wilson, you have to talk to him!" Ok, this was the second time today someone burst into his office interrupting his work to complain about his misanthropic friend.
"You know I'm not his mother." Wilson was beginning to get annoyed.
"I'm serious. He's been a jerk for the past few days and if he keeps this up he's gonna find himself team less." Wilson sighed hearing Forman's words.
"That bad huh?"
"For me to be here asking for your help, what do you think?" He was right, Forman by now could usually deal with House's mood.
"I'll try to put some reason in that head of his."
"Thank you."
Before Wilson had the chance to go and look for House the man in question chose that moment to make an appearance, opening the door and plopping himself on the couch used more by House than patients these days.
"Not again." Wilson mumbled. For the third time he's work was interrupted. What did people think, he actually did have worked to do!
"Something wrong cancer boy?"
"You're what's wrong with me."
"Are you in a bad mood?" He teased.
"No, apparently you are. The entire hospital has noticed. Wanna tell me what's going on?"
"There's nothing going on, I'm just controlling myself to not start singing happy songs in the corridors."
"That would seriously scare people away. You've been either growling at everybody or moping for the past days. And today I called Cameron to see if she wanted to have dinner at our place tonight, and she made up some lousy excuse to say no. If you tell me, who knows, maybe I can help."
"I don't need your help."
"Of course you don't. The way you've been acting is really working out for you." House shot him a death glare. Wilson knew he was about to cave.
"Come on, the moping isn't getting you anywhere, and frankly it's not all that fun to watch." He insisted.
"Because three divorces make you an expert!"
"At least I got them to the altar."
"Cameron wants to go public!" If he couldn't tell Wilson who was he gonna tell to?
"What do you mean?"
"She wants me to announce the world that we're doing the nasty."
"So she wants people to know, that's normal."
"I'm not normal."
"Yet she still likes you, go figure."
"Look you work on a daily basis with your ex, you've pushed her away for years, how do you think that makes her feel?"
"Cameron may be many things but she's not that insecure."
"If you need time just tell her, she'll understand. After all she's with you."
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