This FanFic has been lingering on my computer for ages, so I thought I'd put it up. It's a bit shorter tha my usual ones, but it's nice and fluffy! Hope you enjoy it! :)
Disclaimer: I Don't Own House MD!
Chapter One - One Monday Morning
"Morning children." said House as he limped into the Diagnostics department on Monday morning.
It was a cold January morning, and snow had formed a pure white blanket over Princeton. Greg House shook the snow from his jacket and wandered into his office. Allison Cameron, Robert Chase and Eric Foreman were all gathered in the differential room, doing what they usually did. Foreman has his head buried in a sports journal, Chase was racking his brain for the daily crossword and Cameron was making every coffee. They all mumbled back a 'morning' but Cameron was the only one who glanced round as House walked in. She spotted the large motorcycle helmet under House's arm.
"House, please don't tell me you rode your bike in today?" called Cameron as House placed his bag, jacket and helmet in his office. He stuck his head round the door.
"Ok, I won't tell you." he said quickly and then disappeared again.
"It's freezing outside, and the roads are chaos!" House came back into the room. Cameron looked him up and down as he entered. He looked extremely handsome today. His stubble was a little shorter, his hair was a little curlier and the first few buttons of his light blue shirt were open, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. Cameron quickly averted her eyes back to the coffee, after realising she had been looking at House for quite some time. House had been aware of her stares, but he enjoyed it. Cameron's long brown curls were tumbling down her back and across her shoulders. Just the way he liked them. House then remembered their conversation and carried on talking, as if wiping the last 30 seconds.
"Well, that's why I took my bike. It gets me here faster."
"I would have thought you would look for any excuse to get here late. The roads would have been the perfect excuse" teased Cameron, spinning round occasionally to look at House.
"But I was so desperate to see you guys! It's been two whole days since we last saw each other." mocked House.
"Well if you were so desperate, you should have dropped round. We could have gone for a movie or something." smirked Cameron.
House smiled. He loved the banter that he and Cameron shared in the mornings. Chase and Foreman didn't even look up anymore as their ears had started to tune it out. House continued to tease her, enjoying every minute.
"I did think about it, but I thought it would be a bit rude y'know, barging in on you on a Saturday."
"Well, my front door is always open in case you get lonely, House." said Cameron as she turned round and handed House his red mug full of steaming coffee. She was face to face with him, and they were unbearably close. House just wanted to kiss her right there and then. He resisted temptation and took his mug.
"Drink your coffee." she said, too sexily for House's liking and a shudder ran through his body.
"Are you two finished?" asked Foreman looking up at them. House and Cameron looked at each other.
"Yep." they said together.
"Right, now maybe we can work. So, have we got any cases House?"
"Nope." said House, shaking his head.
"So what are we gonna do all day?" asked Chase sipping his coffee.
"Well, I've got some clinic hours to do if anyone wants them?"
The team looked at each other and shook their heads.
"In that case, one of you can help out in the ER. I also think the ICU are a bit short staffed, and if there's nothing left...it's paperwork and clinic duty." said House with fake happiness in his voice. Chase, Forman and Cameron groaned in unison.
"Oh stop moaning. Think about me! I've got to watch General Hospital, bug Cuddy, check my emails, then steal some lunch off Wilson, bug Cuddy more, listen to my records, bug Wilson and do clinic hours. You think you've got it bad...phew!" said House sarcastically as he limped off into his office with a smirk on his face. Cameron laughed and went off to the ER. The others followed and left House to get on with his 'busy' day.
Later that day, House sat in his office watching Cameron through the glass walls. She couldn't see him and he was glad, as he just wanted to watch her. House leaned forward in his chair, his elbows on the desk as he rolled his tennis ball backwards and forwards. Cameron was busy doing paperwork in the differential room. She was unaware of House's eyes, and carried on as if no-one was around. House cast his eyes over her body. She was gorgeous. Cameron slipped out of her white lab coat, and House bit his lip as she did so, wishing that it was him who was taking it off. She draped it over the back of her chair, flicked her long brown hair behind her shoulders and carried on writing. House longed to be in there with her. He wanted to talk to her; banter with her and joke with her. He enjoyed her company and they got on well, although he'd never admit that to anyone. Sometimes he would flirt with her, and she would flirt with him back, but they both knew they were only playing. House knew that he could be really horrible at times, and Cameron would just take it and then let it go. She just rolled with his punches, even though he would regret throwing them and always felt guilty afterwards. The unnecessary comments or cross words were just his way of keeping that barrier in tact. Proving to himself that the thin line that stood between them was still there, even though he didn't want it to be.
He didn't want it to be there, but House had always thought that if Cameron got through the barrier, he might hurt her, or things could go wrong. House just didn't know if it was worth the risk. His heart says it is, but his head says it's not.
As House watched Cameron, he wondered what it would be like if the barrier wasn't there and he told Cameron what he really felt for her. Would she say she loved him back? Would she reject him? Would she just laugh in his face? House let his mind wander and he imagined holding Cameron in his arms at night; kissing her neck, and touching her skin. He closed his eyes for a moment as he pictured her in his bed; curled up under the sheets as he cuddled close to her and wrapped his arms around her middle. God, how he wanted that. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to wake up next to her every morning, and he wanted to kiss her goodnight every night. House snapped back into reality when he heard a knock on his door. He looked up quickly and saw his good friend James Wilson standing in the doorway.
"You alright House? You've been staring into space for about an half an hour!" laughed Wilson as he made his way into House's office.
"Really? How long have you been there?"
"Not long, you had your eyes shut. I thought you were asleep at first, but then your eyes were all glazed over. It was like you were in a different world! What were you thinking about?" questioned Wilson, eyeing his friend.
Wilson followed House's gaze over into the next room and saw Cameron sitting at the desk.
"You were thinking about her weren't you?" said Wilson with a smirk. He knew House and by the way he acted with Cameron, he knew that he thought of her as more than an employee. It made him smile, and he loved to toy with House and watch him squirm.
"No! I was just..." protested House, but Wilson stopped him.
"You're lying! Come on House, why don't you just tell her you love her and get it over and done with."
House looked at Wilson.
"I don't love her!"
"Yes you do! I can see it in your eyes! I see it when she talks to you, when you talk about her and even if her name is mentioned. You've fallen for her hard House."
"Shhhh! Keep your voice down!" shouted House in a hushed tone. "She'll hear you."
"You love her don't you?" teased Wilson.
"No! I don't. Can we just drop this?"
'Don't try and change the subject!" said Wilson, lowering his voice again. "She might love you back, House."
"Yeah, but she might not." said House with sadness in his voice and he looked at the ground. Wilson picked up on it, and looked at him sympathetically. His friend didn't have a way with words, and he and his feelings didn't get on. Wilson felt sorry for him. House fiddled with his cane, turning it in his fingers. He tilted his head to the side to look at Cameron again. God, she was beautiful. If only she knew how he felt. Then House looked up at Wilson.
"Was there something you wanted?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah!" said Wilson remembering why he came in the first place. "A new memo from Cuddy; very important. I thought it might interest you. He handed House a piece of paper. House grabbed it from him and looked at it. It read:
ALL STAFF OF PPTH...
There is going to be a Valentine's Ball here at the hospital on Friday February 14th at 7pm. Money raised will go to funding the new research labs. Everyone is welcome, but there is one rule. You must bring a date, and it must be someone who also works at the hospital!
There will be music, food, drink and good company all for a good cause. I want to see everyone there!
"Great." grumbled House sarcastically. "That's going to be fun."
Wilson leaned in closer.
"You could ask Cameron?" he whispered, nodding his head towards the differential room. House looked at her. Maybe I could ask her?
"No, she'll get a thousand offers! Are you going?" he said, changing the subject again.
"Yeah. I said I'd go with Cuddy. That's how I knew first."
"She asked you?" said House quite surprised.
"Yeah. Don't sound so shocked, buddy! You're not the only one who can get all the women!"
"Actually Jimmy, I am. Cuddy asked me first but I turned her down. You're just rebound man."
Wilson looked at him, wondering if he was telling the truth.
"I'm joking!" said House, reading Wilson's expression. "She obviously has the hots for you."
Wilson blushed. He liked Cuddy too, but he thought she asked him as a friend.
"Right, I'm going to head off. Cuddy's sent memo's to everyone, so it'll be all round the hospital before tomorrow. See ya!" Wilson left, leaving the piece of paper. House glanced at it again. This was going to be interesting.