Disclaimer: Let me ask you a question. If I did own House or anything Housey, do you honestly think I'd be writing fanfiction rather than playing with the real thing?

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Please let me know what you thought of the ending- I wanted to leave it as open as possible, because once 'Taking Over' is finished I may post a sequal.

I'll be updating Taking Over regularly from this weekend onwards. Please R+R, and sorry for the delay.

Thanks again...


She found House in his office.

He was lying back on his recliner, apparently watching something on his tv.

The light was off.

She entered without knocking, pushing through the blinds that he had closed to keep unwelcome visitors out.

He didn't look around.

"You know, when the blinds are shut it usually means I'm sleeping, or I've 'got company'," his voice was heavy with sarcasm, "Either way, it's a clear indication that I don't want to be disturbed."

Cameron folded her arms. She had understood what he meant by 'company'.

"You're not doing either."

House looked around in mock-confusion. "Now, where did that pesky hooker slip off to?"

His gaze returned to the screen.

She stepped in front of it to block his view.

"What did you do that for?" he complained, "You just made me miss my favourite bit!"

He grabbed his cane and used it to shove her sideways, out of the way. Then he picked up the remote and rewound the tape.

That's when Cameron looked at the screen for the first time. She stiffened. It was the security tape from yesterday.

She saw a paused image of herself blocking Adam's path.

"House, where did you get that?"

"Shhh. It's starting."

He pressed play, and she watched in silence, not bothering to point out that the security tape didn't have any sound, so her talking wouldn't have made a difference.

She saw herself be struck by Adam, defend herself and throw him to the ground.

The camera was close enough to capture her expression. She'd seen the same one before- on Adam's face as he'd tried to choke the life out of her, as she lay on on her apartment floor.

Cameron shut her eyes.

"Please turn it off, House."

One glance at her face was enough. He turned it off immediately.

There was a beat.


She still hadn't opened her eyes, but she knew that he had done as she asked.

When she did re-open them, she saw that he had moved from his chair and was now standing behind his desk with his back to her, looking out into the gathering dusk.

He had never looked more forbidding, more unattainable.

Allison summoned her courage: she was terrified of having this conversation, but it was now or never.

Cameron began cautiously: "I came to thank you."

"Even a cripple can phone the police," there was a jeering note in his voice. But he wasn't mocking her; he was mocking himself.

"I, um, didn't mean for that. I meant for backing me up. And for talking to Karen," he said nothing, so she went on, "She's going to testify against Adam."

"I heard." He sounded almost bored.

"Why did you do it?" Her voice was almost childlike.

House gripped the handle of his cane.

What did she want from him? What was she expecting? She'd kissed him because she'd been upset and lonely. It didn't mean that she still had feelings for him. What did she want him to do? Declare his undying love? Tell her that he'd lied to the police because he'd wanted to protect her? How could he answer her when he didn't even know the answer himself?

He took refuge in heavy sarcasm.

"Where would I find another doctor who's willing to play secretary as well?"

He wasn't expecting a response.

It was completely dark now, but neither of them bothered to turn on a light.

She couldn't take the silence anymore.

"Are things going to be weird between us at work?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why they should be."

So that was how it was going to be: he didn't want to discuss it, and he sure as hell didn't want to be thanked for everything he had done for her. She'd offered herself to him. He'd turned her down. It was humiliating, but she still wanted to know if he'd done it for her.

It didn't look like she was going to be getting any answers today. Or ever, maybe.

"Fine," if he didn't want to talk about it, then that was his problem, "I'm going home. I'll see you tomorrow. And the day after. And the day after that. You see, House, I'm not going anywhere."

Until she understood what had happened between them, she was going to stick around.

She made her way to the door, pausing with her hand on the handle. "You know, it's funny. But I could have sworn that, for a moment, you kissed me back."

He turned then.

"Cameron." he said it so softly that she almost didn't hear.

Allison froze in the doorway.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

He was beside her.

"Look…I'm not really sure what to do about this…" His voice was hesitant.

"I am."

She dropped the coat the she had been holding and stepped towards him. Her fingers briefly trailed across his face, before coming to rest at the back of his neck. Then she tilted her chin, offering herself to him. He leaned towards her and captured her lips with his own. The kiss was tender at first, but deepened as he pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her. She ran her fingers through his hair, relishing the feel of it on her skin. One of them moaned- she couldn't tell which.

Finally, they drew apart to catch their breath.

Neither of them spoke, and suddenly Allison felt fearful. Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe he was disappointed…

Just then, he spoke: "So…where do we go from here?"

She just shrugged, too relieved to speak.

"I suggest dinner."


"My place. No corsage. No expensive restaurant. No fancy clothes."

She smiled even though she knew he could only see her outline in the darkness.

"Sounds perfect."

Allison tilted her face upwards, to brush her lips lightly across his cheek.

And, without another word, she slipped her hand into his and led him out into the light.

AN: God I am so nervous! Please tell me what you thought! Was it was too fluffy/corny/sappy at the end? Arrrg! The symbolism! Please review and confirm/put my fears to rest….