Hey! Here's another chapter! It's kind of smutty, and to warn you, it's a weird smut because House is weird and so is Cameron. And this fanfic. Ha ha. Also, thanks for the reviews, especially to a mysterious Guest who offered to be my beta reader. I'd like that, I just don't know who you are.

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CHAPTER 8

Let me make it up to you.

There it was... They were together in his bed, looking into each other's eyes, yet keeping a safe distance between them. It was almost 5 in the morning and Cameron was tired as hell but she knew her boss wasn't feeling well and she wanted to help him. Yes, that was the main reason to stick around him, of course.

"How bad is the nausea now?" She asked.

"A little better." He said, his voice low and gruff. "My head's killing me."

"You'll feel better when you get some sleep."

"Can't..."

"Try it." She said and smiled lightly.

"Tell me about your scar." He said, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Tell me about yours." She gave him another smile.

"This isn't Silence of the Lambs... Clarice." He said with a weird and funny accent and she chuckled lightly, however, then she shook her head and closed her eyes for a little while feeling completely exhausted.

He observed her carefully, her beautiful face, her dark brown wavy hair and her soft pink lips. How could a girl like her be interested in a crippled jerk like him? Sure, he had goods to back it up with but all in all he was too messed up for someone like her. He could see she was already dozing off and decided not to let her sleep because...well, he was in pain and feeling sick and it was only fair she felt a little miserable too.

"Um... I... I had aneurysm in my thigh which had clotted." He said in a low voice and Cameron opened her eyes drowsily. "It then led to an infarction and the muscle became necrotic."

Cameron was watching him carefully as he seemed to be willing to share something with her and nodded to encourage him to go on.

"They wanted to cut my leg off but I refused that... My girlfriend was my medical proxy and while I was getting my beauty sleep in a coma she decided to let them remove the dead muscle."

Cameron sighed and House turned to look at the ceiling instead.

"Sorry 'bout that." She said a moment later and he nodded.

"Now you..." He insisted and looked at her again. Cameron smiled and shook her head.

"I don't want to talk about it." She shrugged and yawned.

"Hey!" He let out angrily. "You promised!"

"No I didn't..." She replied quickly and turned to lie on her back. House was really irritated. He had a splitting headache, he felt awful, he was angry and tired yet there was no way he could fall asleep as the mixture of alcohol and drugs was keeping him awake. And, horror of horrors, he was really horny.

They stayed silent for a couple of minutes when he spoke again.

"Why don't you tell me?' He tried in a slightly softer voice.

"I don't like talking about it." She said pulling a face.

"It looks like a really old scar. How old were you when it happened?"

"Eleven." She replied without looking at him.

"Why didn't you get a plastic surgery? Aren't you girls crazy about the way you look?" He went on trying to trick her into telling him. Yet, she wasn't falling for that.

"I don't care." She responded.

"Really?" He said, obviously mocking her.

"Yeah... Just leave it, okay?"

"Sure, I'm really good at that." He snapped. "So you don't care that your Prince Charming might think you are damaged?" The tone in his voice wasn't really pleasant, rather annoyed as he wasn't getting what he wanted.

Cameron snorted and turned to look at him again. "I'm not interested in pretentious idiots who treat women like shit."

"Yeah... And that is coming from someone who must have been the prom queen dating the entire high school football team." He growled as everything became a blur for a mere moment. He closed his eyes and gasped.

"You couldn't be more wrong, House." She replied and leaned on her elbow to put her right hand on House's forehead. "Is the headache still bad?"

House nodded and gulped.

"What do you need to feel better?" She asked.

"Vicodin."

"Absolutely not."

House opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"Or sex." He stated matter-of-factly and waited for her reaction. Her eyes widened in shock but she didn't move and stayed close to him.

"I... I don't think it's a good idea." She mumbled and took a deep breath. "Plus you're cranky and that's a major turn off, you know."

House studied her face. She might have said no but her eyes were filled with desire. He wasn't thinking straight but he knew sex would make him feel a little better so he grabbed her waist abruptly and moved on top of her quickly as she let out a low shriek. He was stronger than she thought and the next thing she knew was him kissing her with fervor and running his hand up her thigh.

She wasn't sure what to do. She wanted him, hell she always wanted him but he was clearly out of his mind and she was both scared as well as aroused. It had been way too long since she last slept with a guy and it was definitely for a good reason.

"Wait..." She objected when he moved lower to kiss her neck.

"You don't want it?" He asked between the kisses without even looking at her.

"I... I do but... not like... this." She panted as she felt his hand on her breast and moaned in both desperation and thrill. His hands felt perfect and she soon gave up on any protests. Maybe this time, maybe with him it would be worth it, she thought.

She closed her eyes and decided to let him do whatever he wanted. House immediately took off the boxers she was wearing in one swift moment and before she knew he reached out to grab a condom from his nightstand, ripped open the package, rolled it on and pushed his length into her.

"Aaah..." She yelped as she felt a sharp pain run through her lower abdomen. "House, wait... S...slow down. You're... hurting me."

House moaned something into her ear increasing his deep thrusts as she grasped the sheets on the bed and squeezed her eyes shut. He wanted to slow down but she was so gorgeous and mainly so tight and the feeling was too overwhelming. A couple of seconds later he came with a loud groan and collapsed on the bed next to her. Cameron was shocked. What the hell was that? She thought. He was breathing heavily while she couldn't believe what just happened.

When he finally came to his senses, he took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

"I... I'm sorry." He said simply.

"Uh huh..." She let out still shattered.

"That...was..." House said but before he could finish his thought she jumped in.

"Awful." She let out without thinking and House's eyes widened... That most definitely wasn't an evaluation he wanted to get.

"It... it wasn't your first, ahem, first time, was it?' He stammered suddenly feeling terrible about what he did. He had no idea what got into him and why he did that in the first place, also the fact it only took him like six or seven thrusts to come was just humiliating.

"No..." She grunted. "But I'm pretty sure it was the last." With that she got up from the bed and House watched her with terrified expression in his face. Truth was he was miserable most of the time but this was by far one of the worst moments of his life.

"Cameron, wait..." He said his voice betraying him at the last syllable. He put on his boxers, got up from the bed and limped over to her resolved to do anything to make things at least a little better. She already started putting on her dress when he came closer to her and she stepped back to get away from him.

"What the hell is your problem?" She exclaimed and turned to walk away but as she took a few quick steps, she hit her toe against the edge of a table. "Owwww..." She let out desperately and collapsed on the floor. "Goddammit!"

He sat down next to her and looked at her with a sad expression.

"I'm sorry, Allison." He said and watched her as she looked up at him surprised that he used her first name. She thought he didn't even know it. "Please, get back to bed. I... I know I'm a jerk but this...this wasn't really what I intended to do."

They were looking at each other for a long time. She then shook her head sadly and sniffled.

"Why did you do that?" She asked plainly.

"Because I'm an idiot." He replied immediately and looked away before continuing. "A crippled idiot who's hooked on painkillers and who's stupid enough to alienate people who care about him... even though he, um... he cares about them too."

She looked at him again and frowned still rubbing her achy toe. "You don't really think I'll feel sorry for you now, do you?"

"No..." He shook his head. "I just... please. Let me make it up to you."

She snorted. "You seriously expect me to have sex with you again?!" She was so angry and yet so hurt. Maybe he was telling her the truth but he used her like a cheap hooker, obviously just to get rid of the pain he was feeling and she was sure she would have burst into tears if she hadn't been so stubborn.

"No... no..." He replied. "Just stay here, please."

Cameron rubbed her forehead and a while later she nodded imperceptibly and they both got up from the floor. They made their way to the bed, crawled under the sheets and fell asleep as far from each other as they could.


They both woke up at about noon when they heard a loud thunder. It was raining heavily and the sky was all cloudy and grey. Cameron sighed and turned around to look at House surprised to catch him watching her.

"Hi..." He said nervously.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Better. You?" He said and gave her a soft smile.

"My toe hurts." She said dryly and ran her hand through her tousled hair.

"I'll make some breakfast, okay?" He offered in a low voice and she nodded, the painful situation overtaking both of them. "Stay in bed. Or take a shower or... well... whatever you want."

Then he got up and limped to the kitchen. As he started preparing all the things he needed he remembered the previous night and felt a nudge in his stomach. He was really screwed up. Treating Cameron like shit was one of the stupidest things he had ever done, especially when he clearly had a thing for her and when she was trying to help him. For the first time in years he did give a shit about the fact he hurt somebody and he knew he had to do everything in his power to make things better again.

He was almost done when he heard soft steps in the hall. Cameron walked into the kitchen and gave him an uncertain smile.

"Need some help?" She asked as she walked over to the table. Her hair was damp and tied in a loose ponytail, and she was still wearing his T-shirt and his boxers. He returned her smile and shook his head.

"No, let's eat." He said and they went to the living room to sit down on his couch and eat the scrambled eggs he had prepared.

They ate in silence. Anytime House thought he could say something, his throat became dry, and so in the end it was her who spoke first.

"Could you turn on the TV ? This lovely moment we're sharing here is just... crazy."

"Um, yes... sure." He said and reached out for his remote control. He was flipping through channels until she noticed there was Family Guy on and told him to let her watch the show.

It turned out to be a great idea in the end because they laughed every now and then, a little shyly at first but when Peter started freaking out after his prostate exam, they were both laughing so much, Cameron almost spit out the coffee she was drinking.

"Thank you for the breakfast, it was really nice." She said when the episode was over and House could detect a slightly different tone in her voice, which was actually great news.

"Anytime..." He said and smiled at her. Then he took the empty plates and took them to the kitchen while Cameron shifted uncomfortably.

"I...I'm gonna go home." She said when she saw him return to the room. He stopped and sighed.

"It's raining like hell." He objected. "And I don't have an umbrella to lend you."

"I'll take a cab."

"You sure? I've got almost all the seasons of Family Guy on DVD..." He said nervously before he took a few steps closer to where she was. "You...you could stay."

"Tempting... but no." She replied and got up to stand just a few inches from him. He felt terrible... and most importantly, he terribly wanted her to stay. Yet, he knew that at that point he had nothing to offer to her.

"Okay..." He said before taking a deep breath. "I... I just need you to know I really am sorry for everything I did last night."

"You screwed up royally..." She said with a soft nod but smiled at him and added. "I'm okay with putting it behind us as long as you promise you won't tell James. Or anyone else. How 'bout that?"

"Sure..." He blurted out. "I'm not an ass. Well, I mean, I am, but this is just between us, of course."

"Good." She said. Then there was silence again. They just stood there, looking at each other not knowing what to do next. She knew she had to leave and he knew he had to let her go but neither of them seemed to be willing to take the first step. Then without thinking he reached out and cupped her cheek with his hand, which made Cameron close her eyes and lean a little into his soft touch. He smiled gently and caressed her temple with his thumb. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Please, stay." He whispered while his hand moved to her neck and she saw something new in his eyes. Something real. She took a step forward and buried her face in his chest while he put his arms around her and hugged her tight not willing to let her go. She heard him sigh with relief and relaxed in his embrace.

"Why does everything have to be so complicated with you?" She asked as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.


They spent the whole rainy day on House's couch watching cartoons, drinking tea and eating Chinese food they ordered. They both felt more relaxed than before but nothing else was happening, Cameron was sitting on the left side of the couch while House was deliberately keeping a safe distance from her. He was just glad she was there, finally he felt at ease and couldn't help but smile whenever she laughed heartily.

He saw her yawn and leaned closer to her.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"A little..."

"Actually, me too. Let's call it a day." He said and put his cup on the table in front of him. "I'll sleep on the couch, you take the bed."

Cameron chuckled. "Oh, please... Really?"

"Sure..."

"You've got a bum leg, you can't sleep here. And you're impossible when your leg hurts. I don't want to go through that again." She said, got up and reached out her hand to help him up. He gave her a surprised look but grabbed her hand gently and got up too.

They walked hand in hand to his bedroom and soon they were lying in the bed.

"Thanks..." He said.

"No problem." She smiled. She couldn't help it, he was a jerk but he was brilliant and sexy and she was actually glad she had stayed because she had a great time with him and she knew he was trying hard to make things right. She moved a little closer to him and kissed him lightly. His eyes widened as he really wasn't expecting that and she smiled at his hesitation before she put her hand around him and pressed her body against his. He immediately pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. They stayed like this for a while before he cleared his throat and said. "You're... um, you're ..." Unable to finish the sentence.

She smiled and pulled back a little to look at him. Then he leaned and kissed her ever so gently in order not to scare her or make the same mistake he had done the night before. She returned the tentative kiss and softly pushed her tongue into his mouth, which made him moan. He ran his hand down her arm until he reached her small palm and then he intertwined his fingers with hers.

She gasped at the gentleness and deepened the kiss a little.

"You know..." She said when she pulled back. "Last night you said something about making it up to me."

House couldn't believe it. Was she willing to sleep with him again? He shook his head in disbelief and Cameron smiled at him coyly.

"Are you... sure?" He asked after he processed what she actually wanted from him.

"Well... if you, um... if we take it real slow." She said softly and blushed. To him, she was perfect. He slowly moved on top of her and gave her a long tender kiss. When he pulled back, he brushed away a lock of hair from her face and looked straight into her eyes.

"I'll do anything you want me to do, Allison." He said and smiled.

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