Title:Mentor

A/N- Hey, Freckle, glad you're addicted to this fic! And I totally reward impatience, cuz I'm not much better! HA! Nobody think that they can slack on reviews though;) I'm watching! I'll know! And I will smite you if you hold back on me! MWhahahaAHAHAHAHA!(Return of crazy japanese anime twitches!) As requested, here's more for you guys to see! And yeah.. Good times- Andi...P.s- Do you know how long it took me to translate carrement? omG!-Andi

Sweetgreuy(playing the roll of pshycologist): "And when did you start suffering from review dependency?"

Andi(Shaking and twitching uncontrollably): "COME ON DOC! GIVE ME MY FIX! I'M HURTING!" --I now know why House takes his vicodin)

... ANyway, ON WITH THE STORY!...

Chapter Eleven: There's Something You Should Know

When Allison had been properly taken care of, her bloody nose finally ending its torrent of crimson fluid, everyone went back to their previous task of watching the baseball game.

"We're going to give it a shot." House told Wilson and Cuddy, rather abruptly as the four of them sat watching the game. "And we're going to need your help if we're going to keep it under wraps."

Both Wilson and Cuddy nodded in understanding. "We'll do the best that we can." Cuddy said with another nod.

"I don't know how you two plan on hiding this." Wilson shook his head, "But we'll try and help you out."

Allison felt a giddy excitement welling up inside. The past hour had been a roller coaster of feelings, but she now felt the contentment of knowing that she would finally get the shot with House that she had dreamed of since nearly the moment she'd first sat next to him in the diner after his lecture.

"I should get going." Allison grabbed the bowl she'd brought their lunch in. "It isn't a good idea to stick around here too much before the program begins. People will think I'm sucking up to you guys."

"'Cause bringing us lunch can't be constituted as a bribe." House leered.

Allison flushed, "I was bored. Lisa's house is practically immaculate. So I couldn't even do any cleaning!"

"Well, you could always go clean House's condo." Wilson pointed out. "That place is a mess."

House pulled out his keys. "Interested?" He asked, jingling them.

Allison rolled her eyes and snagged the keys, "Address?"

Wilson laughed, "Are you going to have a pot of coffee waiting for him when he gets home too?"

"We're going to have to work on you recognizing taunting, and me actually telling you to do something." House said, but gave her his address anyway.

Leaving to catch a cab, House's keys nestled in her pocket, Allison hugged the empty bowl of what had been pasta salad. Hailing a taxi she gave the driver the address and sat in silence, contemplating the likelihood of her and House lasting for three years under the veil of secrecy. She wanted to e-mail Julia and tell her the news, but Allison knew better than to inform anyone outside of House's circle of friends. She didn't need rumors flying around that she couldn't be around to attempt to control. Not to mention, though Allison didn't want to believe it, she wasn't so sure she could trust Julia to keep the news secret. Allison knew that her old roommate was still envious of her, and she didn't know what the girl would do if she was given such delicate information.

When she arrived at House's condo, Allison payed the taxi driver and stepped out into the hot June afternoon. Quickly, she went into the complex and let herself in. Arriving at his door, Allison opened it and stepped inside.

"Oh, Hell." Allison took in the sight of the shambles before her. Wilson hadn't been kidding. It really was a disaster. Setting the bowl in the already overflowing sink, Allison placed her hands on her hips and wondered where she should begin. Though the truth was that she just wanted to be here when House got home, and not necessarily clean, she had agreed to do so. In all honesty, she really just wanted to be with him without prying eyes and the chaperoning gaze of Lisa and James.

Getting to work, she first started separating the multitude of papers, magazines, and other items into piles from their scattered heaps on the floor. She organized all of his sheet music and placed it on top of the piano bench and stacked the magazines neatly under his cluttered coffee table. Next she gathered up all of the dishes that were strewn all about the apartment before she went to work on washing the dishes. It took a bit of time discovering where everything should be placed, but when the dishes were done, she went on the hunt for a broom. She was surprised to actually find one stashed away in the closet, but it had accumulated a mass of cobwebs of its own. She couldn't find the dustpan, so she ended up using a piece of paper the best that she could.

Groaning when it took her nearly three hours just to get the living room and kitchen done, Allison went to his bathroom. Surprisingly, this area was for the most part clean, so she decided to skip it. Next she went to his bedroom and wanted to faint. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and she couldn't figure out what was clean and dirty. Opting to just gather them all into a large pile and throw them in the corner, Allison instead turned to the bed and quickly made it up. She found a second bathroom adjoined to his bedroom and quickly surveyed the damage. Not as clean as the one in the hall, but still not a complete disaster area.

Figuring she'd done more than enough work already, Allison went to the living room once more. She glanced at the clock and found that it was already almost five. Flopping onto the couch, Allison found the remote stuffed in-between the couch cushions. Turning the Tv on, she found Jeopardy and sat watching it as she waited for House to come home.

A knock came at the door around a quarter after five, and Allison tore her eyes away from the news to hop over to the door and look through the peephole. It was House. Opening the door she let him in.

"Wow, you actually did clean." House was surprised. "I thought that I'd come home and find you asleep on the couch." He went to fling his bag next to the door, but stopped. Taking into consideration how much time and effort Allison had put into cleaning his condo, he opted to set the bag on the end table next to the door instead. Kicking off his shoes, he pushed them under the same table. "But you didn't make me coffee." He tsk-ed. "How's your nose?"

"Fine." Allison sighed and went to flop back down on the couch.

"I'm sorry I can't take you on a real date." House said as he opened his bag and pulled out two cartons of Chinese food. "But I figured I could bring the date to you."

"Ooh, Chicken fried rice!" Allison squealed when she opened her carton. "My favorite." She accepted a pair of chopsticks from him.

"Want to watch a movie, or do you like your news?" House teased.

"What movie?" Allison asked.

House shrugged, "Take your pick." He gestured to his collection of DVDs. Allison hopped up and began perusing his movies before sliding one off the shelf and showing it to him. "Stripes?" House laughed as she put it in the player and jumped back onto the couch beside him.

It was awkward, sitting next to him. Despite how close they had grown over the course of almost the last two years, being beside him, instead of chatting over the phone, was strange. She wasn't quite sure how to act. She wasn't quite sure if how she was sitting was appropriate, or if she could lean against his body. Instead, Allison sat rigid on her own cushion, while the movie began to play.

"I've seen cases of this many times." House said, gesturing to her posture, "I believe it's called Rigor Mortis. I could be wrong though, hold on." He grabbed a penlight from the pocket of his pants and checked her pupil dilations. "Well, pupil response... But let's be extra special certain." He placed his fingers to her neck, "Hmm. Pulse too. I guess it's not rigor mortis." He thought for a moment. "Could be extreme arthritis." House took her arm and began flexing her elbow and wiggling her fingers. Allison started laughing, and placed her Chinese food on the coffee table once more to try and regain possession of her arm. "Ah, so you can move. That was a misleading symptom." House teased, his hands releasing hers. When they settled back into the couch, House gave her a long gaze, "You're nervous, aren't you?"

"I... I just don't know where we are." Allison replied.

"My condo... Does that help any?"

Allison rolled her eyes and swatted his chest, "I mean... I don't know if curling up against you," she demonstrated her point by crawling against him and, placing her head on his chest, "would be considered appropriate."

"Well, let's try it out for a bit, and if I break out in a rash, then we'll just try a little separation." House curled his arm over her body, holding Allison tightly to himself. Through the entire movie they remained that way, sharing jokes and laughter as the comedy played out. When it ended and House turned off the Tv, they were plunged into the darkness of the apartment. The empty food cartons were lying on their sides upon the coffee table.

"I should clean this up." Allison pointed at the empty containers.

"You've done more than your fair share of cleaning today." House said, taking her hand.

Allison flushed as he held her hand and began examining it, the lines and the way that it curled. "I've spent what feels like forever getting to know you, and now I've got the chance to see you. I don't want to waste it having you play Maid." He finished.

House placed a kiss on the inside of her palm and wrist, and Allison wondered if he would kiss all the way up her arm like in a cheezy romance flick. Instead he took her other hand and gave it the same viewing before repeating the placement of his kisses on the previously neglected arm. Holding each of her hands in his own, House looked at her for a long moment. She seemed too adorable to be interested in him, but he could see the signs her body was giving off that told him very plainly that she was indeed on the same thought he was. He could see the way her skin had goose-bumped and the fact that she'd begun taking long, deep breaths. He could also see that her cheeks had flushed and her nipples had hardened into tight little buds. Taking a slow breath, House leaned forward and gave her the first kiss of what he hoped would be many more.

Allison tried not to let her eyes widen in surprise when he'd finally leaned in for her lips, so she ended up clamping them shut tightly as his tongue caressed her still clenched lips. Slowly, she parted her mouth, and her own tongue clumsily swept against his. It wasn't that she'd never kissed anyone before, but her nerves had her jumpy and uncoordinated. Feeling his hands releasing hers, Allison's arms went to wrap around House's neck as he leaned further forward. Twisting to comply with his movements, she ended up placing her turned hip between his.

Pulling back, House looked at her contorted frame. She was half lying on her side with her torso facing upward towards him. "That's an intriguing position, but not quite helpful." He laughed, grabbing her hips and twisting them so she was lying completely on her back.

Feeling her body begin to shake as he repositioned her hips, Allison began to wonder what all was going to happen. He didn't think they were... Allison gasped and sat up abruptly, nearly knocking House off of the couch, "I can't!" She squealed, hopping off of the couch.

"Can't what?" House stood up as well.

"Can't do that." She was beet red and ringing her hands.

House choked for a second. He hadn't intended on that particular amount of physical activities. Well, in the back of his head, he might have been hoping for it. But, it was their first full day together since they had even met for the first time, and the last thing he expected was to get in her pants right out of the gate. "Ally, I wasn't going to have sex with you." He said firmly.

"W-why not?" Allison nearly smacked herself for that comment. "I mean... Oh, God, I must sound so insecure right now." She began pacing, making House watch her movements with complete concentration. He could understand her nervousness over the speed that their relationship had accelerated. Hell, he was feeling quite nervous himself, however, this level of apprehension was ... Oh... Oh, dear...

"You're a virgin, aren't you." It was more of statement than a question, but she didn't even have to say anything. The helpless look on her face was answer enough. "Wow." House leaned against the arm of the couch. "Wow." He repeated, still watching her.

"Yes, because your own shock is making this even easier for me." Allison leered.

House laughed, "I'm shocked, yeah, but not for the reasons you think."

"Really? So you're not thinking, that I'm a complete and utter tease?" She placed her hands on her hips firmly.

"No," House shook his head, "I'm wondering what lucky star I was born under."

Allison was relieved that he wasn't going to laugh in her face or say something snide.

"You know, 21 isn't a bad age to still be a virgin at." House pointed out.

"Oh, God, please, let's not have this conversation. It's embarrassing." Allison groaned as she grabbed the empty containers that had once held chinese food and took them to the kitchen garbage.

"I'm just saying." House shrugged as he followed her into the kitchen and grabbed her to turn her around, "Here... Why don't I drive you back to Lisa's house?"

Rubbing her hands down her arms, Allison nodded, "O-Okay..." Embarrassment still flooded her emotions as she followed House to his car. She felt stupid and childish and some other condescending word to describe herself but couldn't come to her flustered brain. She would understand if House decided not to try and make a go with a relationship at this point, but it still hurt to think that something so stupid would change his mind.

Most of the drive was made in silence, neither Allison nor House willing to try and strike up conversation after that bit of detail had been revealed. House was still shell shocked. He didn't want to admit that she'd taken him by complete surprise when he realized the level of her inexperience. After all, it was hard to believe that a beautiful woman like her had managed to keep high school boys out of her pants, not to mention college guys. Part of him was surprised, but another part of him was even more impressed with her than he had been before. It doesn't take much to lose your virginity, but to keep it? He had to repress shaking his head. Blown away is what he was.

When he dropped Allison off at Cuddy's house, she nervously opened the car door to get out. Before she could leave, however, House grabbed her shoulder and tugged her back into the seat. Taking a gentle hold on her chin, House pressed his lips against hers, hard enough to be passionate, but just gentle enough not to seem forceful. His tongue swept against her mouth, but he pulled away before hers could respond. Pulling away, hand still on her chin, House gave her the smallest smile, "I'll drop by here after work tomorrow." He said softly and released her.

Allison exited the car on wobbly legs. Try as she might to walk normally, she hadn't been prepared for the jell-o effect his kiss would have on her lower extremities. He waited in his car until she was in the door, and then he drove off with a wave, that she happened to catch as she locked the door behind her.

"You're back early." Allison jumped a foot in the air as Lisa spoke. "Anything wrong?" Allison turned and looked at Lisa, a pitiful expression on her face.

TBC

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