A Mistake

OK, so I know it's been a while since I've last updated on my latest story that I'm working on, Future- but you can't blame me! I was in sunny Cyprus for 2 weeks! So now I'm back and have begun another story- A Mistake.

Chapter 1: Drunk

"-And I'm proud to announce that I have successfully been Head of Medicine for over ten years!"

House stifled a yawn. He couldn't care less about a dreary old man, blabbing on and on about the time he's spent here, and how accomplished he's been. He could see him, practically frothing at the mouth in excitement. His eyes locked onto hers. It was time for action- and he knew exactly what he was going to do. He signalled at her to meet him outside. Silently, he slid out. She followed.

"What do you want, House?"

"Wanna get out of here?" House asks, slightly slurring his words.

Cameron smells tequila on his breath.

"You're drunk!"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. What does it matter? We both don't want to listen to Walter Keens talk about how excited he is about the 'future' of this hospital! Could you see him frothing?"

Cameron giggles. Sometimes she forgets how funny he could be.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I know a place," He says, a twinkle in his eyes.

She couldn't believe it. Of all places he could take her, he takes her to some scummy back alley bar, probably full of dodgy people with 'special' pills.

"I'm not taking one step in that bar!" She says, outraged.

"Give it a try."

"No."

"Come on. Live a little," He teases her. "You're so serious all of the time."

She pauses, torn between not wanting to seem uptight, and not wanting to go into a back-alley bar. Her conscience loses.

"Fine," she sighs. "But I'm not having more than one drink."

Great. Everything was slotting into place.

Cameron shyly follows House, peering out from behind his body. Loud music blares, and smoke fills the bar. It was so dark; she couldn't see where she was going. Bright neon lights blare. Most people there are leering drunk men, or women with huge breasts and heavy makeup, that size her up with their eyes.

"Hey G-Man!" One drunk calls. "How's it going?" He exchanges a fist bump with House. "Hey- you brought a date! She's hot." He leers at Cameron. "Want to go back to my place, sweetie?"

Cameron flinches, at the strong scent of alcohol and drugs on his breath.

"She's not my date. Back off, Larry." House holds out his arms, blocking 'Larry' from Cameron. "Come on," he whispers to her. "Don't talk to anyone, and stay out of trouble."

"Why do you go here?" She hisses at him.

She follows House to the bar at the front. She slides into a stool, thankful of his protection.

"What drink do you want, honey?" A bar maid asks her roughly.

"Be nice to her, Gilda."

"Oh," she says, fluttering her eyelashes at House. "I didn't realise you were here, Greg." She rests her breasts on the counter. "What can I get you?" She breathes.

"I'll have a pint of beer, and Cameron will have-" He turns to her. "What do you want?"

"Nothing."

"She'll have the same," He tells Gilda. She nods and sashays off.

"Oh God, Greg. I want you now," Cameron mimics Gilda's high pitched voice.

"Shut up! She wasn't that bad!" He protests.

"She was so coming onto you! I think you should hit that."

"Gilda? Really?" He takes a look at Gilda, bending over to reach the beer bottles. "Nah."

Cameron laughs. "So what is your type, Dr. Greg House?" She asks, leaning towards him, resting an elbow on the bar table.

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Please," She pouts.

Before he can answer, Gilda returns with two frothing mugs of beer. "Here you go, sweetie. Two beers."

Cameron's jaw drops, when she sees the sheer size of the glasses. "I can't drink all that!"

"You can. And you will," He orders. "Loosen up."

This order infuriates her, and springs her into action. She grabs hold of the mug's handle, and drains it in one go, banging it down on the table.

"Impressive."

He copies Cameron, wiping the froth from his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Gross," she squeals. He grins at her, signalling at Gilda to bring them two more drinks.

"I hope you're paying for this."

"I am," he reassures her. "I've got my wallet, I promise."

The next few hours were a complete blur to Cameron, as she downed pint after pint of beer. At the end of the night, she was completely wasted.

"Cameron, you're drunk. You're in no fit state to walk home!"

"So what if I am?" She giggles. "For the first time in my life, I feel happy. And wild!" She whirls around, stumbling in her five-inch heels. House catches her, lifting her back on her feet.

"I'm going to drive you home," He says firmly. "And no complaining."

"Thanks," she sighs, looking up at the black night, light by the glowing stars. "It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?" She steals a glance at House. "You've been so good to me. Why?"

"I guess I'm your knight in shining armour," he grins.

"Let me return the favour," she says.

"What do you mea-" He's cut off as Cameron places her lips firmly on his. For a moment, he doesn't react. But her hot lips on his spurs him into action. He slides his arms around her waist, and pulls her closer to him. It feels like Heaven to him. He's sky high. Cameron's fingers grip his shirt. Her sweaty body against his. Suddenly she pulls away, breathing heavily.

"This shouldn't have happened. I-I'm sorry." Drunk or not, she staggers away, clutching her purse. House leans against the pole of a street light, watching her walk away.