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Chapter 10

Two days later House stormed into Cuddy's office. "Where is she?" he demanded, ignoring the well dressed couple already in her office.

"House, this is neither the time or the place."

"Oh, I'm sorry, let me schedule an appointment! Where is she!"

Cuddy smiled at the couple, "I'm sorry about this, I won't be a minute."

Cuddy ushered House out of her office and into a free clinic room.

"House, those are very important donors to this hospital!"

"Don't care. Where is my wife?"

"I don't know!"

"I don't believe you. There is no way Cameron would not let her employer know where she was."

"I don't care what you think, I can't help you."

Cuddy turned to leave.

"Fine. I'll just stop by and see Mr and Mrs Donation on my way out, thank them for their feeble contributions and let them know that you refer to them as snake eyes and the pelican behind their backs."

Cuddy turned back to House. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

Cuddy hesitated for a few moments. "Fine, but in the future, keep your personal life out of my hospital, clear?"


"She's staying at my place. You've broken in before, right?"


House kept his finger on the bell. After three minutes of continuous ringing, Cameron finally answered.

"I asked you to give me some time."

"You've had nearly two days."

"Great, so I should be back on form then, all forgiven and forgotten?"

"I didn't say that."

"What do you want, House."

House flinched at the use of his surname outside of work. "I want to talk to you."

Cameron crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. "So talk."

"I want to talk inside."

Cameron hesitated a moment but then turned and he followed her in. Cameron sat in the arm chair leaving House the sofa. They both looked awful. House had dark, bruise coloured circles under his eyes and his stubble was even worse than usual, while Cameron's eyes were red and puffy and her usually neat hair was lank and unkempt.

"You're still wearing your ring, that's a good sign."

"What are you here for?" She asked him.

House rubbed his face. "I'm sorry."

Cameron sighed, the fight seemed to have left her. "I know."

"So talk to me, then. Tell me what an asshole I am." He told her.

Cameron shook her head. "It's not that simple."

"Then explain it to me."

"House… You are… I thought I loved my husband, but I didn't know what love was back then. You… What I have with you frightens me. You have so much power to hurt me, you could crush me so easily. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you don't love me enough. "

"So what? It's better to be alone?"

"I don't know. I don't know any more."

"Well I do. This is adulthood. People screw up, sometimes they mean it, sometimes it's a mistake, but people will always screw up and you will always get hurt. You just have to learn to live with it."

Cameron gave an ironic laugh. "This from the man who's been running from me for years."

"I never said I had all the answers. And for what it's worth, this relationship scares the crap out of me too! You went into this naively, I've been crushed before."

"So what? Was it, a test? See how far you could push me? How much can I take before I leave too?"


"Then explain it to me!"

"I was… jealous, okay? I'm not young, I'm not handsome, I'm not rich. I got jealous, then I got angry at myself, then I got so drunk and stupid I don't even remember what happened that night. And I'm sorry. If I could do it all again, I wouldn't do the same thing. I would never intentionally hurt you."

Cameron was silent.

"Allison, come home. Please. I know it'll take time but we're married now, don't just give up on us. Work with me."

"I don't know if I'm strong enough."

"But I am. Strong enough for both of us. Say you'll come home."


House pulled her from the armchair onto his lap. He held her as she cried, stroking her hair until the tears finally dried up, then he took her home.


Cameron went into the apartment to see everything as she left it.

"You haven't been here?" she asked him.

"I slept at the hospital. It isn't the same without you."

Cameron swallowed the lump in her throat. She resolved to try and get back to normal. She didn't feel normal, nor did the apartment. But if she acted like nothing was wrong, maybe one day she'd feel like nothing was wrong.

She went into the bedroom to unpack the few clothes she'd taken with her. She looked at the bed. She realised she'd slept in this bed probably a hundred times since "she" had been in it, but now it looked different. She sat down on it. It felt different.

Cameron swallowed the nausea she felt and unpacked.

House came up behind her and gently turned her around. "That can wait." He told her, cupping her cheek with his hand.

"I'm not ready…"

"I know." His thumb was softly stroking her cheek. "I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you." He leaned down and kissed her softly. "Come here," he pulled her into his embrace. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too."

Careful not to push things too far, he released her, with one final kiss. Cameron grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards her. She needed to reclaim what was hers, and now was as good a time as any.

"Make love to me?"

House didn't need asking twice. He threw his cane aside and drew her to him, kissing her with all his pent up anger and passion of the last few days. It wasn't soft and tender, it was wild and hungry. They devoured each other like starving men devour food, clawing, biting, scratching, until finally they lay sated, his arm around her as she lay on his chest.


Wilson was feeling rather good. Probably the best he could remember feeling for a long time.

House and Cameron were back together. The relationship wasn't perfect, they still had a way to go to get things back to the way they were, but House was happy things were getting back on track, hence Wilson had one less worry.

Wilson had finally found an apartment. Nothing grand, but it was beginning to feel like home. And the icing on the cake was his date last night with the Casting Pharmaceuticals drugs rep.

He'd had fun when he hadn't expected to. Not that she was awful or anything, but dating seemed much harder this time. The first few dates were stressful affairs to be endured while demons were worked out and baggage unpacked. Most of the time he gave up after two dates.

But this first date had been different. Easy, relaxed, and he found himself looking forward to a second date with her.


Cameron was slowly getting used to life with House again. She still had trust issues, but he didn't spend a lot of his time out of work away from her and she was gradually relaxing. She left him alone on poker night and worked late or went to the movies on Thursdays. To begin with she'd come home early, or she'd dawdle before going out, just to make sure poker night was still poker night.

She knew House recognised what she was doing, but he had the good sense not to comment on it.


She looked up to see Cuddy coming into her office. "Yeah?"

"I need you to take a look at someone for me. He's the nephew of one of our biggest donors, they want a second opinion."

"What was the first opinion?"

Cuddy handed her the file. "Lupus."

"I'll schedule an appointment."

Cuddy sat down. "And how are you doing?"

Cameron had been surprised when Cuddy offered her a place to stay. She was so used to the administrator side of her, she almost forgot Cuddy was also a person. They'd grown closer since then. Cuddy admitted a brief relationship with House in college and had been able to share her own impressions of him with Cameron.

"I'm okay, I think."

"And House?"

"He's opening up to me a bit more." Cameron laughed. "He's even being sweet. Can you believe he left me a prescription for hemorroids this morning? He said it was because he knew he could be a pain in the ass."

"Wow, House has a human side. Who knew?"

"He's really trying."

"I'm pleased for you. Are you still on for our Sex and the City marathon on Thursday night?"

"I'll be there."


Wilson's face lit up as she walked into his office.

"I wasn't expecting to see you today." He told her.

"I had a presentation with paediatrics, thought I'd pop in and see you."

Wilson came around his desk and kissed her.

When they broke apart, she asked, "Who was that man who just left?"

"Ah, that was House. He's a friend of mine who I have no intention of ever introducing you to. He has the social skills of a bear with a sore head."

"Yeah, I met him once."

"Well once is usually enough for most people."

She laughed. "He got so drunk I had to see him home."

The pieces began falling into place. "You're Marie?"

"Well, yes. You knew that already, right?"

"The Marie who went home with him and left a note on his coffee table?"

"Yes. I never heard from him again though."

Wilson turned away and ran a hand through his hair.

"What's wrong?" Marie asked, in her crisp British accent.

"It… I… I just can't believe you slept with House!"

"I didn't sleep with him!"


"The guy was paralytic! I took him home, made him coffee and put him to bed."

"But you stayed the night."

"I was afraid he'd vomit in his sleep and choke or something. My cousin died like that."

"So you never…?"

Marie laughed. "Believe me, he was in no fit state to do anything. Besides, he kept calling me Allison. When I sleep with a guy, I prefer he knows my name. But I'm weird like that."

Wilson was smiling. "This is great! Fantastic!"

Marie was looking at him like he was slightly mad.

"Do you know what this means?" he asked her.

"That I'm not a slut?" she asked, confused.

Wilson picked up the phone. "Cameron, hi. I need to see you in my office right away. There's something you need to hear."


"You wanna go for a drink after work?" Wilson asked House. "Cameron suggested going to the Blue Bar."


"Cameron said she'd meet us there, I'll pick you up at six?"

"Oh Mom! Do I have to stay that late?"

"Yes, you have to finish your clinic notes." House pouted. "You're three months behind!"

"Kill joy!"

"I'll pick you up at six."


House and Wilson looked around for Cameron. House spotted her first, sitting at the bar, talking to another woman. After a double take, he grabbed Wilson's arm and hauled him around the corner, out of sight.

"House! What's going on? Let go of me!"

"That woman with Cameron."

"What about her?"

House rubbed his forehead. "She's the one."

"As in, the love of your life, one?"

"No, THE one, the one who left the note you found."

Wilson looked stricken. "Ouch. So what are you going to do?"

"Well I can't go in there! Cameron's only just getting back to normal with me!"

"House, for all you know, they're already talking about you."

"Why would they talk about me?"

"Women talk. And Cameron has pictures of you in her purse. If you run out, she's going to think you're still carrying on with this woman."

House sighed. "You're right. I need to find out what they've been saying."

"Just relax, okay? Everything will be fine."

"Yeah. Is that what you told your wives before they left you?"

"Grow up." Wilson pushed him back into the bar area.

As they got closer Cameron waved, turning to see who was coming, Marie smiled and waved too.

"She remembers me," House muttered under his breath.

"Who could forget you," Wilson muttered back.

Cameron slipped off her stool and kissed House while Wilson stood next to Marie and leaned down to kiss her.

House frowned as it dawned on him he'd been set up.

"House, this is Marie, my date."

"Things so bad you're taking my sloppy seconds now?" House asked. He knew it was reckless, if Cameron hadn't known who she was before, she would now. But he needed to lash out.

"I am not your sloppy anything!" said Marie. "You were so drunk you couldn't open your door, let alone my legs."

"What about your note saying what a great time you had?"

"I was having a good time, right up until you began falling into furniture at the bar."

"So you just stayed the night out of the goodness of your heart?"

"And because I was worried you'd hurt yourself."

"Saint Marie."

Cameron put her arms around House. "Can you stop focusing on the fact we set you up and be happy your name is cleared?"

House looked at Cameron. She was almost glowing with pleasure.

"I suppose I can forgive you, this once."

"Great," said Wilson. "Because we have dinner reservations in 15 minutes." He held his arm out for Marie to take. "See you tomorrow, House."

House took the stool Marie had vacated, still processing what had happened in the last five minutes.

"I think someone owes me an apology." He told her.

Cameron shook her head. "You still got drunk and picked up a woman."

"More like, she picked me up."

"Yeah, off the floor."

They grinned at each other.

"You wanna get out of here?" House asked.

"God yes! If you don't take me home and do unmentionable things to me, right now, I'll never forgive you." She teased him.

"You wish is my command." He said, gently caressing her butt as he ushered her through the crowd and out onto the street.

The end