I do not own any of the characters of House, M.D.
As House walked into the hospital that morning, he had seen Cameron talking secretively with Cuddy. Normally, he would have brushed this off as just girl talk, but Cuddy had gone into her office and had come back with pills in her hand. Before House could get a closer look at the pills, Cameron had gotten a cup of water from one of the nurses and swallowed the pills down. Then, after thanking Cuddy, she headed back towards the elevators. Not wanting Cameron to see him, House quickly entered the elevator, pressing the button for the doors to close. Cameron got to the elevators just after the doors had closed, giving House a clean getaway.
Cameron's sick? House thought as the elevator moved. He wasn't too worried. Serious diseases couldn't be cured with a simple pill. No, what caught his interest was the fact that Cameron hadn't told him. They had been secretly dating for several months now, but they were taking it slow. They hadn't gone beyond kissing, but House wouldn't have it any other way. He had much to make up for since their first date, and he wanted to set things right before taking the next step. He had learned his lesson with Stacy. I'll ask Cameron when she comes up to the conference room. The elevator stopped and House got out, limping towards his office. Chase and Foreman were already there, chatting about the girls they had met in the bar the night before.
House ignored them, going into his office and taking out his Gameboy as he waited for Cameron to come in. He didn't have to wait long before he heard the familiar sound of Cameron's heels clicking its way down the hall and into the conference room. He heard her greet Foreman and Chase as she walked over to the coffee machine to brew another cup of coffee (considering the fact that both Foreman and Chase had already drunk the first pot she made). Cameron then came into his office.
"Hey, I'm making fresh coffee. Where's your red mug?" Cameron asked.
House pushed against the floor with his leg, sending himself towards the other end of his L-shaped desk to grab his mug. He silently pulled himself back and handed it to her. She grabbed the mug, her fingers brushing against his. When she tried to pull away, she found that she couldn't budge the mug out of House's grasp. She looked up from the mug and gazed questioningly into House's eyes. House finally spoke.
"What did Cuddy give you this morning?"
"Oh, nothing. Just some Advil for my headache," Cameron replied. Her cheeks, however, betrayed her, reddening in embarrassment.
"Really?" House asked, not believing her. "Why couldn't you have asked Chase or Foreman?"
"I was already down there, and Cuddy was there...so...yeah."
"Uh huh. And you were down there because..."
"...I was just picking up some of your paperwork from the clinic. Nothing major."
Cameron, tell me the truth. Are you sick?"
"Umm...not really. Don't worry, it's not contagious. You won't catch it from kissing me." She gave him a flirty smile, trying to distract him from the issue. "Now, be a good boy and give me your mug. Chase and Foreman will think someone's up if I stay in here any longer."
House finally let go of the mug, but he gave her a pointed look that told her that he would not let the subject drop. Cameron smiled in response, glanced at the men in the other room before bending over to give House a quick peck on the lips, and left. House stared after her, pondering over her secret.
Later that day, House still hadn't been able to pry Cameron's secret out of her. It wasn't for lack of trying, but she had successfully avoided being alone with him. For once, House's desire for their relationship to be kept a secret put him at a disadvantage. He couldn't just pull her away from Foreman or Chase without giving a logical reason; and since they didn't have a patient, he couldn't send those two off to run any tests. Thus, this is how House ended up glaring intently at Cameron as she chatted with Foreman and Chase about stuff he could care less about. Just when House was about to interrupt and force the other two away, Cuddy walked in.
"House!" she yelled. "What are you doing here? You have clinic duty!" And off she went, busy with a lawsuit that surprisingly did not involve House.
"You heard her. Go do my clinic hours," House told Foreman and Chase.
"Hey! How come Cameron doesn't have to?" Chase asked.
"Because she's going to be busy doing my mail. Unless you want to switch places?"
Both Foreman and Chase shook their heads and went downstairs. After they'd left, House turned to Cameron.
"So, what kind of secret is so big that you can't even tell me?" House asked. "And don't think of any excuse to leave, or I really will make you do my mail."
"I do your mail anyways," Cameron replied.
"That's beside the point. And don't change the subject. Wouldn't it just be easier if you told me?"
Cameron remained silent.
House could feel his anger begin to grow. "I can't believe that you don't trust me. I mean, if you're sick, why can't you just say so? You don't have to lie to me!" When Cameron still didn't respond, he continued, "You know what? If you can't even trust me on this small matter, we might as well forget about continuing this relationship. I know you weren't totally happy about taking it slow and keeping our relationship a secret; but I thought it wouldn't be a problem. What do you want me to do? Scream at the top of my lungs that I care about you? That I'm dating you? What do you want from me, Allison?"
Cameron looked at him, holding back her laughter. When she couldn't contain her self any longer and let out a giggle, House stared at her strange response to his angry outburst. He had expected something more along the lines of anger, and her laughter completely threw him off.
Knowing that her laughter was helping with his anger, she finally got herself to stop. She cupped House's face with her hands and looked into his eyes. She smiled sweetly and kissed him tenderly on the lips, trying to ease his anger away. Finally, she pulled away.
"House, I didn't want to keep any secrets away from you. But I wasn't really comfortable with telling you. Plus, I thought that you would drop it once you found out that it wasn't serious. You know I trust you. I mean, I love you. You know that. I'm happy with our relationship. I really am. Trust me, if I had a problem with it, you would know. So, don't be angry, okay?" Cameron kissed his cheek and dropped her hands.
"You still haven't told me what this morning was all about," House said, still pouting a bit.
"Can't let any mystery go unsolved, can you?" Cameron smiled. "Fine, I'll tell you. But I have to warn you, it's really anticlimactic."
"Stop stalling and tell me."
"Greg, Cuddy gave me a Midol. I have my period."
House looked at her, trying to see if she was lying. She wasn't. He gave her a sheepish grin, feeling rather silly for making a big deal out of nothing.