Thank you so much everyone for your overwhelming support for the first chapter. I was blown away, and I want to dedicate this chapter to all of you :)

And sorry again, this chapter is also quite short. It's so odd, most of my other stories usually end up having really long chapters that I can't seem to make shorter, but this one I can't seem to make longer for some reason *confused* Oh well heh, I hope you enjoy this one anyway :)

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The Bet

Chapter Two

"So we should know more after we get the test results." Cameron smiled warmly down to Bill, the slightly obese, middle-aged patient on the bed next to her.

"Thanks Doc…" He trailed off, his expression turning to confusion as his eyes focused on the man with a cane who was now limping into his room.

Cameron sighed in annoyance. "What are you doing here House?"

"I need a reason to visit the prettiest employee I ever had?" The Diagnostician asked as he slid the door closed and limped over to them. "…Apart from Chase of course."

The patient on the bed extended his arm to House. "Hi, I'm Bill Halpert…"

"Yeah, don't care." House told the patient quickly before turning his attention back to Cameron. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Uh, nothing…" She trailed off in confusion. "Why?"

"I've got two tickets to that Jazz show at the Kent." He shrugged simply. "You wanna come with?"

"No." She told him quickly, brutally almost, brushing past him as she went over to check on Bill's vitals.

"What? Why not?" House exclaimed in shock. "You just said that you weren't busy…"

"I know." She injected causally. "It's not that I can't, I just don't want to."

House's brows were in danger of disappearing into his hairline. He watched her incredulously as she scribbled something down on the patient's chart. "Why don't you want to go?"

"God man, she said no." The patient told him, shaking his head. "Just deal with it and move on."

"Shut up." House told Bill in annoyance before following Cameron over to the other side of his bed. "Come on." He told her, trying to get her attention. "I thought you liked jazz."

"I do." She told him. "But I don't want to go with you."

House was taken back. As soon as he recovered however, he began to question her. "How come?"

Cameron sighed, tossing the chart to the side. "Well one because this is obviously some joke you're planning that I don't want to be a part of…"

"It's no joke." He cut her off seriously, taking two white tickets out of his top pocket and waving them in front of her face.

"Well either way, I don't want to go." The immunologist sighed once again.

House watched her carefully for a moment, his eyes examining hers earnestly in surprise. "You're serious aren't you?"

She nodded, wondering why it had taken him that long to get the hint.

"Ding, ding, ding…Ladies and gentlemen, he finally gets it!" Bill the patient announced patronizing.

"Shut up." House told him angrily as he headed towards the door, searching Cameron's eyes once more in confusion on his way out.

What the hell had just happened?

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Wilson was sitting at his desk reviewing charts when House poked his head into his office.

"What would you say about giving me an extension on our little bet?" The Diagnostician asked. "Say raising it to twenty days? Thirty maybe?"

"Ooohhhh." Wilson smirked, sitting back in his chair smugly. "So Doctor Cameron didn't fall at your feet like you were expecting? Hate to say I told you so."

House grumbled in annoyance at his friend, as he went to sit across from him. "I don't get it."

"Face it House, you're just not the centre of her universe anymore." Wilson smiled, finding his friend's annoyance at the situation highly amusing. "So pay up."

"What? No way." House shot back, looking up at his friend defiantly. "This isn't over yet."

Wilson quirked a brow at the man sitting across from him. "Oh really? You really still think that you can make her fall in love with you in ten days even though she's clearly no longer interested in you?"

"Of course." House told his friend, smiling. "I'm just going to have to step up my game a bit."

"And how are you planning on doing that?" The oncologist asked, sitting back in his chair, genuinely interested.

"I'm going to "woo" her." House told his friend matter-of-factly.

Wilson scoffed, trying his hardest not to laugh. "You don't know how to woo."

"You don't think?" The diagnostician asked him as a small smile appeared on his lips. "Care to make the bet a little more interesting then if you're so sure? Say an even five hundred?"

"Deal." Wilson agreed. "Good luck with your "wooing"."

"Oh, I won't need luck." A smirk danced across House's lips as he got to his feet and turned to leave his friend's office. "I know what women want."

Wilson shook his head in amusement as he watched his friend leave…Knowing that this couldn't possibly end well.