Reset, Chapter 12

Following the brief discussion brought on by Taub's phone call, the two doctors settled back on the couch and resumed watching their movie. At one point, Cameron got up to get a glass of water and when she returned, she found House stretched out full length on the couch. Only pretending to pout, as she knew exactly what he was up to, she said, "Hey, now there's no room for me."

"Sure there is." He manoeuvred until he was lying on his side with his back up against the back of the sofa. He patted the vacant spot in front of him. "Lots of room right here, just watch the leg, okay?"

Cameron smiled. She knew once they were in that position, any movie watching would most likely be out the window. Really though, she was okay with that. She laid down, her back to House's front and his arm came down around her waist, his fingers slipping just under the hem of her shirt to rest on her bare abdomen. She wiggled her hips slightly and was rewarded with movement from behind her and House's gruff voice in her ear.

"You keep that up we won't be seeing much more of this movie."

"That was the idea behind lying down wasn't it?" She wiggled her hips again and he pushed his hardening length up against her ass, at the same time slipping his hand further up her shirt to cup her breast through her bra.

"Maybe," he said before capturing her earlobe between his teeth.


A long while later, House grasped Cameron's wandering hands together with one of his own and held them over her head. He was never going to be able to say what he knew he should with her touching him like that.

"You should go," he breathed, bending his head to give her one last quick kiss before letting go of hands and starting to get up from where he lay half sprawled on top of her.

"What? Are you joking?" As soon as he freed her hands, she clasped them back around him to prevent him from rising.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" he said, attempting a stern face, which was difficult when every cell in his body was screaming for him to shut up and kiss her again.

"No, but you don't look like you want me to leave either. And you really don't feel like you want me to leave," she said, tilting her hips up to rub against his hardness.

He sucked in a breath, "I don't want you to leave, Cameron, but I promised myself I wasn't going to distract you from your boards. If I take you to bed now, you won't ever want to leave," he teased while thinking that it would more likely be the other way around – he wouldn't be able to let her leave. "I don't want to be responsible for you failing."

Insulted, her hips stilled. He nearly whimpered in frustration, but caught himself just in time. "Do you really think I'm in any danger of failing, even if I did spend the rest of the weekend in bed with you?" she asked.

He considered this. "Well, it's a hard test, but you're smart and you did learn from the best. Not to mention you have been studying like a woman possessed for nearly a month. So no, you probably won't fail, but I still don't think we should risk it."

A plan formed in Cameron's mind. "Fine," she sighed. "Let me up."

House struggled to his feet and offered Cameron a hand up. "It's only a couple of days," he said, trying to convince himself as well as her. "We can wait."

"Maybe you can," she said, moving to stand directly in front of him. "I've waited long enough." With that she peeled off her top, shimmied out of her jeans and stood before him in nothing but a sheer black bra and thong. "Still want me to go home?"

House only gulped, seemingly having lost the power of speech.

Cameron smiled seductively. "I see you need a moment to think about it. I'll just wait for you in the bedroom." She turned and headed down the hall. Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra and slipped out of it as she walked. She let it dangle from one finger for a moment before dropping it just outside his bedroom door and disappearing inside.

House stood there slack jawed for several seconds, unable to believe his luck. Giving his head a shake and wondering why he was still in the living room, he quickly limped after her.


One year later

I can't believe that all happened a whole year ago, Cameron thought, pulling her eyes away from the date on the Diagnostics Board certificate on her wall which had inspired her trip down memory lane. And what a year it had been. Life with House was good, better than she would ever have thought possible. He had never once given her cause to regret accepting his offer to come back to Diagnostics. And she thought she had done a pretty good job providing him with the calming influence he had been seeking when he made the offer. The changes in him, unnoticeable to those who didn't know him well, were significant to those who did. He was far less apt to keep things bottled up until they either started affecting him physically or came out in some dramatically inappropriate way. Of course he was still in considerable pain, and his Vicodin use so far hadn't lessened, but he had recently begun voluntarily mentioning the word rehab. It was a start.

Kutner and Taub were both still working in the department; Kutner's brief period of unemployment had never been mentioned again. Thirteen had decided Diagnostics wasn't for her and quit a couple of months after Cameron's return. Rather than House hiring another fellow, Cameron had hired one of her own. Thus far, the young woman was fitting right in. More often than not, the five of them worked together, with House even participating in the "boring" cases Cameron accepted, having finally realized that even a boring case had the potential to get him out of clinic duty - and closer to Cameron, though he'd never told her that.

If their working relationship was good, their personal relationship was even better. While he still wasn't one for talking about his feelings, she had been surprised and thrilled to discover that he had a well-hidden romantic streak and would often surprise her with little notes and trinkets. They hadn't yet moved in together and by this point she was doubtful they ever would. Most of the time, she was perfectly okay with their current arrangement. House had lived alone for so long and she thought he in took comfort in knowing they each had their own space to retreat to, though they seldom used the option. At this stage of the game it was almost like they lived together, only in two different apartments.

They had continued their habit of stopping for drinks at the little pub across from the hospital a couple of times a week. Though nothing was ever said about it, she had noticed House had begun making an effort to choose soda over scotch on days his Vicodin intake was up. Sometimes Wilson and Cuddy joined them for a drink as well. As it turned out, the two of them had quietly started dating a couple of weeks before Cameron returned to the Diagnostics department. House claimed they never would have been able to hide it from him for as long as they did if he hadn't been so preoccupied with Cameron at the time. Wilson was content to let him think that, probably because it was most likely true.

Deciding that her daydreaming meant it must be time to go home, Cameron got up and walked through the conference room from her office to House's, smiling at the secretary who now sat at her old desk as she passed by. She opened the door and walked in to find him with his glasses on, intent on toying with some gadget she didn't recognize.

"Hey," she said. "What are you doing?"

He looked up at her and pulled his glasses off, setting them on the desk. "Nothing much, just playing. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, actually. I came over to see if you were ready. Whose place are we going to?"

He shrugged. "We'll see."

"Okay, well I just need to go grab my stuff." She turned to leave.

"Cameron," he called as she was halfway out the door. "Just a second."

She returned to the office and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"Do you know what day this is?" he asked.

She laughed. "Funny you should ask, because I was just thinking about what day it is. It was one year ago today that I started working here again. I noticed the date on my Diagnostics certificate earlier and I remembered that I passed the exam exactly a month after I came back."

He smiled at her. "Great minds and all that jazz. Come over here." He pushed back his chair, stood up and opened his arms to her. She walked over to him and melted into his embrace. "Asking you back was the best decision I ever made and I'm so glad you were willing to take a chance on me. I love you," he said in a rare verbal expression of affection.

She pulled away just enough to be able to look up at him. "I love you too," she said rising on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

Without letting go of her, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key. Pressing it into her palm, he said, "To answer your earlier question, we're going to our home."

The End

Reset - to clear any pending errors or events and bring a system to normal condition or initial state

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story and that the ending isn't too sappy! Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed, favourited and alerted. It really means a lot to know that people like what I'm writing. I think I may write a little "missing scene" kind of one shot about something that was mentioned in passing during the course of this story. Keep an eye out for it, if you think you may be interested.