A/N - Hey folks! This chap turned out a little shorter than I thought it would be, and I was originally going to end it here, but now I'm not so sure. I think I could maybe get another one, possibly two chapters out of this, but I'll let you guys decide on that :) So, here is what I think a lot of readers have been waiting for. Now, for people who like Chase, he is a kinda bad guy in the whole story, so sorry about that! I also hope I didn't go too OOC/majorly fluffy with this, but I think I have anyway, so what the hell. That's just how I roll. Anyway, on with the story... :)

Chapter Eight

The weeks went by painfully slow for House. With his medical license finally reinstated, he could go back to practicing medicine again and he quickly slipped back into routine again. But every day he looked forward to seeing Cameron.

Even when he had a big case on, he always made time to see her by paging her up to his office for emergency coffee breaks. Sometimes they saw each other after work at the coffee place or the bar up the street and every now and again she would pop round for a takeaway with him and Wilson.

The connection was still there though – when he subtly slipped his hand into hers when no-one else could see, or when their knees brushed purposely under the table, or even when their eyes met, they both knew the feelings of the other, and it was becoming hard to cover up.

Cameron felt like she was pushing Chase away and being colder with him than she should have been. It wasn't his fault she didn't love him anymore, but it was getting harder for her to act all lovey-dovey around him, when all she could think about was another man.

For House, it was harder for him to stop himself knocking Chase out every time he saw him with Cameron. One lunchtime, he'd seen Chase in the line with Cameron, his arm around her waist as he whispered something in her ear. House wanted to hit him so hard he'd never get up again. His jealousy and his anger were becoming harder to contain, and he knew that sooner or later he'd lash out on something or someone.

But the weeks passed. Cameron became even more distant with Chase, House started taking his anger out on his patients or his fellows or Wilson and their days became dependent on the little touches or the smiles. The need for each other grew, but with each day, House went to bed feeling frustrated that she was still in another man's bed, and Cameron went to bed wishing she was with House.

If House was honest, he really felt that all hope was lost. Nothing had come of their spark and their connection, and he began to feel like he was wasting his time. Maybe he'd set his hopes too high – he expected Cameron to leave Chase and fall back into his arms, but nearly 2 months later, nothing had happened, things were still the same, still disappointing, still heart-breaking, still painful. Nothing had changed.

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With House back in his own apartment, he could finally breathe. He didn't really mind living with Wilson, but after a while, he started to miss his own bed and his piano and just having his own sanctuary. Somehow, the cold interior of his apartment soothed him and he felt more relaxed in his own environment.

It was late on a Friday night and the rain was coming down in sheets. It was windy and stormy but House felt safe in his apartment. He sat at his piano, trying to drown out the sound of the rain with the music, failing miserably as the wind continued to howl the and rain continued to pour.

Just as he was about to turn in for the night, there was a knock on his door.

"God, who the hell is that?" he muttered to himself as he made his way over to the door.

When he whipped it open, ready to bark at whoever it was, he was greeted with the sight of a dripping wet Cameron. She had a pink hooded sweatshirt on, the hood up in an attempt to shield her hair, but it hadn't worked very well as she looked like a drowned rat – she was soaked to the skin. Her blonde locks were dripping onto her clothes and they stuck to her face in awkward places. Her jeans were soaked too, making the blue denim look dark and soggy. She had a duffel bag over her shoulder and that what sodden too, as was probably everything inside. Her eyes and nose were red from crying and her cheeks were red from the cold. She looked completely vulnerable.

Despite of himself, House's heart broke for her.

"Can I come in?" she sniffled, looking up at him through her hood and wet hair.

He stood aside and let her in, not caring about the rain water dripping all over his floor.

When he turned to her, she was crying again.

"C'mere," he said softly, reaching out for her. He didn't know what was wrong or what had happened, but he wanted to make it better.

Then she just wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder. He didn't care she was making his clothes wet too, he just wrapped his arms around her middle and pressed his forearms into her back, holding her to him tightly. She was freezing cold and he could feel her shivering.

He held her for a while, his face in her neck as he rubbed her back soothingly, whispering to her that everything was alright and that he was there.

She pulled back after a while and chuckled slightly when she saw how wet she'd made him.

"Sorry," she laughed tearily, wiping at his shirt as if that would make the stains disappear.

"Doesn't matter," he replied, his gaze not wavering from her face.

She lifted her eyes to his and he wiped her tears gently.

"What happened?" he asked softly, his warm hands finding her cold ones.

Cameron sniffled and looked down at their joined hands.

"I came home from work…and…Chase was on the phone in the bedroom. He…he was talking to a woman, telling her how they'd be together soon and…and that he couldn't…couldn't wait to get his hands on her again…"

House closed his eyes and sighed. He'd kill that bastard.

"We argued and…and he told me…he told me he'd been having an affair. He said it was because I wasn't treating him like a wife should…and…and that I was distant and probably having an affair myself. He said I was too busy loving you to care about him," she sniffled and House sighed again.

"He said he was leaving to become head surgeon at a hospital in California. He was crying and he said that he never wanted this to happen. I ended up yelling at him and then I slapped him," she said "I grabbed a load of my things and told him that I wanted him out by Monday. Then I left, but…but I left my god damn keys on the side, and I couldn't go back and get them without looking stupid, so I walked here in the rain,"

House shuffled closer to her. "I'm sorry, Cameron," he said quietly and rubbed his thumbs along her knuckles. "I'm sorry,"

"It's not your fault," she said "I don't really know why I married him in the first place,"

"I'll kill him," he muttered angrily and Cameron placed her hands on his cheeks.

"He's not worth it," she said, looking into his eyes "You're here for me now and that's all I care about,"

House smiled and kissed her forehead gently.

"Let's get you some warm clothes," he said "You'll catch a cold just standing around like that,"

House disappeared into his bedroom, and came out wearing a different shirt himself, and carrying some spare clothes for Cameron and some extra towels.

He took her hand. "Come on," he said, leading her over to the couch.

Cameron tried to get herself out of her wet clothes, but her hands and fingers were numb, making everything ten times harder.

"I'll do it," said House softly, meeting her eyes and Cameron nodded gratefully.

Carefully, House peeled off her sweater and dropped it to the floor. Then he unbuttoned her shirt which was wet too, despite her having a sweater on. His eyes never left hers the whole time and as he un-clipped her bra and let that fall to the floor too, it took all his might not to lower his lips to her cold, wet skin and kiss life back into it. Then he took one of his Rolling Stone t-shirts and slipped it over her head, followed by his blue Johns Hopkins sweater that was miles too big for her. She looked like she could drown in it, but it was the warmest thing he had.

Cameron held onto House's shoulders as he helped her out of her jeans and wet underwear and into a pair of his sweatpants. She put on some of his socks too, warming her cold feet instantly.

Then she sat down on the couch, and began to dry her hair with a towel as House came back into the living room with two steaming hot mug of coco. He handed her one mug and sat down next to her.

"Thank you," she said, nursing it in her hands, warming them up.

He watched her drink and his mind started racing. What did this mean? Did she still want him? Could they be together? His mind whirred as questions flew around his brain.

Cameron put down her mug and House reached out for her, pulling her back against his chest. He kissed her wet hair and stroked it gently.

"You can stay here as long as you like," he whispered, his other hand moving to lace her fingers with his.

"Thank you," she said gratefully "I may need to stay here 'til at least Monday"

"That's fine," he said. Inside, he was pleased – she'd be with him for the whole weekend.

He stroked her hand and they sat in silence for a bit. Then Cameron spoke.
"He was right, y'know," she said quietly.

"Who was right?"

"Chase. He said that I was too busy loving you to care about him and he was right," she said, turning to kneel beside him. She placed her hand on his cheek and stroked his beard softly "I pushed him away because all I could think about was you. I couldn't push aside that fact that I was in love with you," She laughed "The fact that I am in love with you. I felt guilty for what I was feeling when I had a husband at home, but seeing you everyday and spending time with you and making love to you, all just confirmed how in love I actually am. I settled for Chase because I thought you could never love me, but I don't see why I should put myself through misery just to make him happy. I couldn't do that, not to me and not to you,"

House smiled and Cameron leaned down and brushed her lips against his. He closed his eyes, revelling in the feeling he'd been deprived off for so long. She still tasted the same; still warm and fruity, with a hint of rain thrown in too. God, he'd missed her.

Then she pulled back, her lips still close to his; so close, they brushed his when she spoke.

"I'm in love with you, House," she whispered and he grinned, lacing his arms around her waist and pulling her on to his lap, making her squeal.

He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Say it again," he begged, his eyes connecting with hers.

She grinned too. "I love you,"

House pulled her closer to him, his arms gripping at the big sweater she was wearing. He loved hearing her say that. He loved it even more because now there was no Chase holding her back.

"Does that mean you're mine now?" he asked, a grin on his face as he stroked the skin on her back, feeling a bit more warmth back in it.

She smiled back and kissed him. "I always was," she whispered, resting her forehead against his.

House grinned even more and kissed her slowly and gently, pouring all him emotions into her, hoping to warm her soul again and fill her heart entirely. She was his now, utterly and completely his.

Cameron settled on his good leg, her legs stretching out along the couch and over the pillows as he head rested against House's chest. He put the TV on and flicked on one of those stupid late night quiz shows, but he wasn't paying any attention to the annoying presenter, he was too busy kissing the neck of his lover. Their hands caressed and fingers slotted in between each others like puzzle pieces finally fitting together.

Then House started to feel Cameron get heavier. He smiled as he looked down at her; her eyes were drooping and her head was lulling back as she started to fall asleep.

He kissed her ear. "Come on, bed time," he whispered "You can't fall asleep on me,"

Cameron stirred. "But you're warm," she said sleepily.

House chuckled. "My bed will be a lot warmer,"

She sighed and climbed off his lap, rubbing her eyes sleepily. House got up too, flicked the lights and TV off and then slipped his hand into hers.

"Off to bed," he said, leading her up the hall and into his bedroom.

He watched as she climbed under the comforter and snuggled in, trying to get warm again. She was adorable.

House changed into his own pyjamas and then climbed in next to her. The curtains were open, letting the moonlight into the dark room and it cast a long strip of light across her pillow, lighting up her face. House pressed his body up against hers and Cameron instinctively curled into his chest. He smiled and pushed some of the hair out of her face, stroking her cheek. She opened her eyes and they met his, still amazed that they sparkled so much in the dark.

House couldn't really believe what had happened that night. One minute he was sitting at his piano, wallowing in self-pity, and now he had the girl of his dreams in his bed and in his arms, and things could only really get better.

"I don't want to mess this up," he whispered, tucking some stray hair behind her ear.

Cameron smiled and stroked his hips. "You won't,"

"How do you know?"

"I know everything," she grinned.

House smiled. "Apart from that,"

"I know you won't because you broke off our affair because you wanted me to be happy. Even then, you didn't hesitate to let me know how you felt. You sent me cute text messages and held my hand when no-one was looking. You did all those things because you love me, and that's why I know you won't mess things up,"

She grinned at him, and he just smiled, amazed by her yet again. She was always right. He wasn't going to let himself mess things up. Not now, not after everything that had happened with them.

House threw his arm over her waist and pulled her even closer to his body.

"I do love you," he whispered against her ear.

Cameron sighed contentedly, going to sleep for the first time in the arms of the man who had surrounded her heart with his arms and infused her whole being with his sense of humour, his incredible knowledge and intelligence, his rugged good looks and that softer side only she got to see. Maybe she needed him more than she'd thought.

"I love you too," she murmured as she drifted into a peaceful slumber.

And just like that, House was happy again. He didn't feel the transition from being glum to being happy, but he didn't really care. He had his girl, he had his job, he had his sanity. For once in his life, he was truly blissful.

God, wait 'til he told Wilson and Nolan.

tbc...maybe?
what do you guys think? I was orignally going to leave it there, but I think I need to do the Monster Truck date at least ;) let me know in a nice review :) Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers. When I get home from college and it's cold and dark, you guys still make me smile. Love you guys :) x