Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of House, M.D.

House walked into the conference room, decked out in his sunglasses and motorcycle jacket. The roads had finally been cleared of snow, letting him take out his motorcycle for the first time in months. Cameron turned away from the coffee machine as she heard the familiar sounds of his uneven gait, one hand on the bag of ground beans. She gave him a brief smile before going back to making the coffee, "You're in early. I haven't even finished making the first pot of coffee, yet.

"I didn't want you to miss me. I know how you and the boys secretly pine for me," House replied, throwing his backpack into his office before coming back into the conference room."

"Foreman and Chase aren't here, yet."

"I can see that."

"Want to give me my good-morning kiss?"

"Hmmm," House considered playfully, pretending to think hard about the question. "I don't know if I like you that much."

"Shut up and kiss me before the boys get in."

House grinned as he limped over to Cameron. He set his cane against the sink counter and placed his hands on either side of her, ultimately caging her in. She closed the space between them, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his. It was a simple and sweet kiss—the glass walls didn't give them much privacy. She drew back smiling, her lips hovering close to his, and whispered, "Good morning." Then, she regretfully pulled away completely, knowing that House still wanted to keep their relatively new relationship a secret. With one more peck on his unshaven cheek standing on her tiptoes, she gently pushed him away so that she could turn around and finish making the coffee. House grabbed his cane and walked to his office, taking out his iPod and Gameboy to amuse himself with as he waited for the rest of the team to get in.

A few minutes later, Foreman and Chase walked in together. Cameron was still by the sink, waiting for the coffee to finish; and House was lounging in his recliner with his feet propped up. Upon hearing Foreman and Chase walk in, he looked up temporarily from his game and remarked, "You guys are even coming in together, now? How quaint. You two make a beautiful couple."

Foreman rolled his eyes in response while Chase began stuttering defensively, "He…I…we're not…I'm not…"

"Chase," Foreman interrupted, "you don't have to defend yourself. We already know about your fetish for dominatrix chicks. And, you did sleep with Cameron."

House scowled at the latter remark, but Foreman missed it as he faced Cameron when she interjected, "Thank you. You just had to bring that up. It's been almost a year, and you still can't forget about it. I didn't sleep with you. How come you're the only one who can't let it go?"

"I just still can't believe you would do something so stupid...and with Chase!"

"Hey!" Chase exclaimed.

"Sorry, man. But, it was stupid."

"Yeah," Chase agreed.

Cameron came over to the table with two cups of steaming coffee in her hands and passed it to them. "Don't worry, Foreman. You'll have your chance to sleep with Chase. Just get your hands on some crystal meth and tell Chase that you'll have drinks with him, like I did."

"You're starting to sound like House," Foreman remarked before graciously accepting the cup of coffee from her.

"Well, I am a great teacher," House said as he walked in, having beaten his high score. He limped over to the coffee machine with his red mug in hand and poured himself a cup. After adding two packets of sugar and stirring it, he limped back towards the table where the other three doctors sat. Standing to the side of Cameron's chair, he took a sip of his coffee then set his mug next to her. "You, on the other hand, are starting to dress like me." When Foreman scoffed at House's comment, House continued, "You're wearing my shoes."

Foreman looked down at his feet, then at House's. House was right; they were indeed wearing the same brand of sneakers. Not being able to think of anything to say in response, he simply shrugged and took a sip of his coffee.

"Does Cuddy have any interesting cases for us?" Chase asked.

"You mean you don't know? I thought you had her on speed dial. Or did that relationship end when Vogler left?" House replied sarcastically.

Cameron smiled while Chase opened and closed his mouth, looking very much like a fish, as he tried to think of a comeback. Distracted by the hilarity of Chase's expression, she brought House's red mug to her lips and took a drink without thinking. Foreman, who had been just gotten up to throw his cup away, noticed this and stopped halfway out of his seat.

"Is there some reason that you can't stand up all the way, Dr. Foreman? Or should I go to the whiteboard and start the differential on you?" House asked.

Foreman ignored him and stared at Cameron. "Cameron, why are you drinking out of House's mug?"

Cameron, who had just taken another mouthful, froze and looked up at him. Realizing what she was doing, she spit the liquid back into the cup and wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her lab coat. She immediately handed it back to House.

"Eww. I'm not drinking it now," House replied with a face of disgust. He headed to the sink and dumped it out. He nonchalantly rinsed it out and poured himself another cup, curious to see how Cameron would respond.

Before Cameron could think of a reasonable explanation, Foreman turned his attention towards House. "And you. You're usually the first person to notice something out of the ordinary. How did you not notice that Cameron was using your mug? Unless…you did notice but didn't find it strange. That means that Cameron using your mug is normal." He paused as the truth dawned on him, "Wait a minute. Are you two…?" He gestured at the both of them, pointing his fingers inwards and outwards.

"I'm guessing from your slack-jawed expression and finger waving, you mean 'together?'" House responded calmly as he turned around, sipping his coffee. "Yeah, we are. Anything else you want to know about my personal life, or is sharing time over?" He limped back towards the trio, set his mug on the table, and looked at the two men matter-of-factly.

Chase looked at House and then at Cameron, reverting back to doing his fish imitation. "Oh my god, I thought…" He stopped, unable to process the idea of House and Cameron being a couple.

"Don't worry. I'll still let you play with her. But only I can kiss her." As if to emphasize his point, he turned Cameron's chair around so that she was facing him, bent down, and kissed her passionately. Shocked at this sudden show of affection, Cameron sat frozen in his embrace. Before she could kiss him back, House let go of her, grabbed his cane, and headed out the doors.

Cameron watched him leave with a slightly dazed expression on her face. After a moment, she let out a dreamy sigh and picked up the mug that House had left behind, draining the rest of it. When she was done, she grinned widely and faced the still shell-shocked men, asking, "So, who wants more coffee?"