"Hydralizine can cause lupus," explained House who now sat in his office, bouncing his oversized tennis ball off of the wall, "How boring."

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They didn't receive another case that week, leaving Camerom to become more and more nervous as her date with House grew closer.

On Friday morning, he warned her that he'd pick her up on his motorcycle. She quickly agreed, having grown used to riding on the bike with her arms wrapped around him.

She dressed in an old band t-shirt that she knew House would appreciate as well as a pair of jeans. At the last minute she grabbed a jacket from her closet. Then, she sat on her couch, picking up a book to distract her. It didn't work.

House arrived five minutes late, just as she had expected him to. When she opened the door, she saw a bouquet of white roses.

"These..uh..," the diagnostician looked uncomfortable performing a romantic gesture, "Here."

"They're beautiful," she received them gratefully, blushing because he was willing to try for her, "but why white?"

"Well," House looked down, surprising her with his nerves, "white is pure, and you're pure. So…"

"House…" she murmured, "That's so sweet. Thank you."

He scowled, "I don't do sweet."

"What was the corsage?"

"Vicodin getting to my head," he shot back.

"Greg," he corrected.

"Greg," she motioned with her hand, "Shall we?"

He nodded slowly, showing her a side of him that was different. House was nervous. The thought appalled her because only a year ago it would have been the other way around.

He mounted the bike first, then reached out a hand to awkwardly help her on. He handed her the helmet before making sure that her hands were securely around his waist. Then, he brought the bike to life.

It roared with energy as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.

She watched him work the controls with precision, knowing that she was perfectly safe as long as House drove. It was a silent trust that neither had enjoyed since Stacy and Allison's first husband.

The monster truck rally was crowded, even more so than last time. He paid for two cotton candies and two beers. They scouted for seats and eventually settled on two that were close, but not too close.

"Gravedigger never disappoints," she echoed his words as they walked (limped, in House's case) toward the bike.

A small smile touched his lips as he agreed, "Yeah."

"Why'd you ask me to this the first time anyway?" she asked for not the first time. It was just the first time she'd asked it aloud.

"The wombat is a weasel," replied House, "and Foreman is no fun. Wilson was going to the Oncology dinner, and Cuddy...just no."

"You didn't want to go alone," she looked away, "Isn't that what you normally do?"

"Didn't want to waste a ticket," he answered, "and I had fun--real fun--for the firs time in a long time."

She nodded, "Me too."

The ride home was silent. Motorcycles were too loud for conversation anyway.

She invited him inside, and together they ended up watching a movie. He fell asleep first, and she mused that his arms felt like home.

A/N short and unexpected ending, huh? It just seemed like it was a good place to end. Thanks for reading. Please review!

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