A/N: Well, here I am, updating again! Go me!! I'm so close to 100 reviews, it's not funny! I'm excited, cause I never thought I'd get to that point. Thanks to you all for that! I'm sorry it's so long between updates. I'm just borderline writer's block on this fic. Two of my other fics are already on hiatus because of it, and I'm worried this one's slipping away too! Can't explain why. Hopefully, the quality won't slide. If it does, I apologize! Enjoy!!
Chapter 11: Lovely Day
The next morning, Cameron awoke, refreshed for a new day. She couldn't pinpoint the exact source of her good mood, but that didn't really matter. The important thing was that nothing could faze her today, not even House.
She went about her morning routine, even humming to herself while brushing her teeth. On the drive to work, she tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song on the radio, even singing the chorus.
She pulled into a parking space and headed inside with a little spring in her step. She took the elevator up to her department, and immediately set to work preparing a pot of coffee. She noticed two sets of eyes on her as she did this.
Task complete, she turned to face her co-workers. "What?"
"You're so…happy this morning."
"Yea, more than usual," Foreman agreed with Chase.
"I just know it going to be a great day, that's all, and I have plans for dinner with a friend tonight, so I'm looking forward to that." She smiled and began finishing up the paperwork she'd left behind the evening before.
House came strolling in late, carrying a case file, which he dumped in front of Foreman and Chase before making his way over to the coffeepot.
"Good morning, Dr. House," Cameron greeted him pleasantly. She felt they'd reached some kind of a plateau yesterday with the file incident, that they had finally arrived at an understanding of each other.
"What's so good about it? Are you finally quitting?" There was a note of hope in his voice that made her face fall. She recovered quickly though.
"No, of course not. The weather's beautiful, it looks like we have a busy day ahead of us; good is the perfect description for this morning." Her smile returned in full force, and he scowled at it, taking his mug of coffee and setting it on the table, launching himself into their differential.
Cameron took a seat next to Chase and listened to the discussion, interjecting with her own thoughts where needed. She didn't want to seem to overzealous and not be a team player.
After their differential, they parted ways to perform tests or whatever, depending on who they were. Cameron was disappointed that she hadn't been given a task, and when Foreman and Chase left, she followed House into his office, almost getting the door in her face when he shut it, unaware that she was so close behind him.
"What can I do?" she asked, feeling like a child waiting for a special grown-up job to do.
"Oh, did I forget you? I'm so sorry." His sarcasm was evident, but she ignored it, waiting for him to continue.
"Well, I've got Chase doing initial tests and bloodwork, and Foreman doing a patient history…I guess you can send Foreman off with Chase and do the patient history yourself. Just try not to take all day to get it done."
He almost grinned as her smile brightened her face and she hurried off to do his bidding. She looked simply radiant when she smiled like that, her eyes so full of enthusiasm and…well, life.
He shrugged off his thoughts as stupid and completely ridiculous. At least he had dinner with Wilson to look forward to. He was going to get the most expensive thing on the menu. He always did. His shift in thinking to Wilson reminded him that it was almost time for lunch. If Wilson was going to buy him dinner that night, surely he wouldn't mind buying him lunch as well.
Wilson sat behind his desk, thinking about what he'd done last night. Despite the fact that he wasn't even going to be there when House and Cameron met up at the restaurant, he was feeling nervous. What if his plan backfired? He could clearly picture House just leaving when he saw Cameron there, alone.
His thoughts were interrupted by his office door swinging open. He had his head down, but didn't need to look up to know who it was that had just entered.
"Is it lunch time already?"
"I'm hurt. Why do you automatically assume that I'm here about food. Maybe I just wanted to see my good friend James Wilson."
"No, it's about food. Give me one minute, and then we can go." He finished up what he was doing, signed a few papers that required his signature, then pushed his chair away from his desk.
"I suppose I'm buying."
"It just wouldn't seem natural any other way."
Wilson sighed. "No, it really wouldn't." He held the door for House and they walked to the elevator together.
When they arrived at the cafeteria, they noticed the three fellows at a table together, eating lunch. After getting their food, Wilson made for their table, but House steered him toward an empty one. "Cameron's happiness is getting on my nerves," was his explanation.
"Oh, it is not. You like seeing her happy, don't you? It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy, doesn't it?" He ducked away as House's cane came swinging at him.
"Ya know, the aggression only further convinces me that I'm right, and you don't wanna talk about it, cause it embarrasses the hell out of you."
"Think whatever wrong, stupid thoughts you want. I'll get revenge tonight at dinner. I'm taking you to the cleaners."
Wilson smirked. Boy, was House in for a surprise. "I expected as much. Don't worry about it; it's all on me."
House's eyes immediately narrowed, suspicion clouding them. Wilson's nervousness came back. Was House onto his little ruse?
"You don't care if I spend a large amount of your hard-earned money on food?"
"Well, as long as you don't go overboard. I do have bills to pay, after all."
House seemed to relax and added, "And alimony, don't forget alimony."
"I could never forget alimony," Wilson said through slightly clenched teeth. Typical of House to bring up the sore spot of his ex-wives.
They ate in silence, and Wilson watched Cameron, Foreman, and Chase, get up and head back to their respective tasks. When they were done, he took care of both their trays, knowing House would never clean up after himself. Then he excused himself from his friend, and went back to the sanctity of his office, hoping that House wouldn't follow him. Thankfully, he didn't.
The rest of the afternoon went quickly for Cameron. She wasn't sure why she was so excited about dinner with Wilson. She didn't eat out in restaurants all that often, so she figured that was it. She realized also that she didn't know that much about the man her friend was dating, so this was a good chance to get to know him better.
She looked over the patient history she had taken earlier in the day. Foreman and Chase's lab results had been inconclusive so they were back at square one. She had been expecting another session in front of the whiteboard, but apparently House had decided that one was enough for the day. After she had checked through the history, she delivered it to House's office. He took it without a word or glance in her direction, which left her feeling uneasy. She had grown accustomed to at least getting a stare out of him.
She left him alone to think on the contents of the file and let her gaze sweep over the conference room for something else she could do. Chase and Foreman had slipped out early after the disappointing test results, promising her they'd be in early the next day. She didn't believe them, and she figured she could leave early as well, but it didn't feel right for her to do so.
She opened his office door again. "I'm going down to the clinic until it's time to leave for the day," she announced. He raised a hand in acknowledgement but still didn't say anything. He was looking at the file she'd just handed him. She took his gesture as one of approval and headed down to the clinic.
Time passed quickly, and, before she knew it, it was past the normal time to leave and she had just enough time to get home and get ready without being late to meet Wilson.
House glanced at his watch. He still some time before meeting Wilson. He had decided not to go home beforehand, since the restaurant was closer to the hospital. Instead, he decided to pass the time napping until it was time to go meet Wilson.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Sort of a filler chapter before we get to dinner. Thank you for reading! Please review if the feeling comes upon you. I'd appreciate it!