Title: Playing Matchmaker
Notes: Pippa and the guys run into some trouble during Phase Three…
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the show or the storylines on the show. I do, however, own the characters that I make up so please don't steal them. Any resemblance to anyone or anyplace is a coincidence.
Chapter Seven: Sprung
"So what do you reckon? Do you think they'll go for it?" Cuddy asked Pippa. She jostled a slightly grizzly Sophie on her knee.
"I really don't know. I hope they will but I honestly don't know," Pippa replied, reaching over to put a pink pacifier in the baby's mouth.
"Have you got anymore plans yet?" Cuddy asked.
"Not a single one. It's Chase's turn to cook something up. I'm all out at the moment," Pippa grinned.
"Oh come on Pip it was your scheming little brain that started this whole thing. Surely the master planner isn't out of plans!" Cuddy grinned back.
"The master planner is currently suffering from a bad case of baby-brain. She can't think of very much else at all," Pippa rolled her eyes. Cuddy laughed. "It's not funny! Yesterday I actually put the remote in the fridge. Uncle Greg thinks it's hilarious and is never going to let me hear the end of it," Pippa whined. She growled when Cuddy laughed harder and leaned over to pinch her arm hard.
"Ow!" Cuddy yelped.
"Oh I should have warned you. I'm not above physical violence," Pippa replied with a smirk. Cuddy put on her best death glare – the one she reserved for House – but Pippa just shrugged it off. "So anyway…"
'Well, well, well. So that's what they're all up to,' House smirked to himself as he listened to the tape. His niece was playing matchmaker again. 'I should have known,' he thought to himself. Matchmaker was Pippa's favourite game to play. He laughed evilly to himself. What Pippa had seemingly forgotten was that he had a favourite game too. Revenge. He rewound the tape and taped over it with the silence of his office. He didn't want it falling into the wrong hands. Grabbing his ball off his desk House leaned back in his chair. He threw the ball up and caught it over and over as he tossed ideas around in his brain. Soon he had formulated the perfect plan. Now he just had to put it into effect…
"THEY WHAT!" Cameron shrieked shrilly.
"Keep your voice down," House growled. "Do you want them to know that we know?" he asked.
"Yes I do want them to know. Then they'll know why I'm kicking their a-," Cameron had stopped yelling but was still talking loudly.
"SSSSHHHH," House hissed. "Kicking asses is no fun. Revenge is fun. That's what we want. Revenge. They sneak around behind our backs we sneak around behind theirs: Quid Pro Quo. Phillippa House isn't going to know what hit her," House grinned maniacally.
"Should I worry about this?" Cameron asked with a sigh.
"Most likely," House responded. "Now this is what we're going to do…"
Pippa was walking along that corridor toward the diagnostics lounge when she saw House and Cameron in House's office. They were standing toe to toe and looked to be arguing heatedly. Pippa moved so she was out of their sight and watched. She soon got the shock of her life. The two were mere inches from each others faces when House opened his mouth to say something and Cameron suddenly leaned forward and kissed him hard. Pippa watched, shocked, as her Uncle quickly took charge by grabbing Cameron's hips and pulling her into him. Pippa shook her head hard to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She wasn't. She quietly left her post to tell the others what she had just witnessed.
House waited until Pippa was out of sight before pulling back. He caught sight of Cameron's face as he did. Her lips were slightly kiss swollen, her cheeks were flushed pink and she still had her eyes closed.
"Is she gone?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes fluttering open.
"Yeah," House suddenly realized that she was still pressed tightly up against him and let her go, stepping back.
"Think she fell for it?" Cameron asked.
"By the way she took off I'd say she does," House responded.
"Good," Cameron looked awkwardly at her hands. "Uh I'm going to check on a patient," she quickly left the room, leaving House with his thoughts. He watched her until she was out of sight and then flopped onto his chair. He could still feel her soft lips on his, still taste her.
"I am so screwed," he muttered aloud to himself.
Sorry this chapter is a little short and a long time coming. Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing it and has put up with my procrastination. I hope you enjoy this one.