Here we go, chapter 2 once again for Dani. If she stops enjoying this, I am going back to Gone With the Wind fanfiction...lol, check it out. I am writing a huge one.
p.s thank you to the people who reviewed/added the story to their alerts. That shocked me, I figured people would either flame or not read at all.
Happy late Thanksgiving.
Cameron's eyes were focused on the road ahead of her and yet House could still feel her giving him a dirty look.
She had not taken the news about Cuddy moving in as well as he had hoped. He had been racking his brain for nearly an hour, trying to come up with a way to explain to his secret girlfriend that the dean of medicine was going to have to pretend to be dating him to avoid being sued by Wilson's bitter third ex-wife.
They had been seeing each other for nearly eight months, two months earlier, when the lease had expired on her apartment; he had casually suggested that she come move in with him.
She had been reluctant at first; their relationship was still a secret from their co-workers and friends. Her family knew about them, at Easter he had accompanied her to her Aunt's house on Long Island and while her family had been a little put off by their golden child dating her significantly older boss, they had made him feel more at home in those four hours then his own parents had in his entire life.
In all, he was happy with the current state of their relationship. Cameron was incredibly easy to live with and the only snag had been her reluctance to go public about their involvement with one another.
When he had hinted that he would be ok with her telling people what a passionate, unrestrained lover he was, she had shot him right down with a shake of her head. "It's not that I'm not happy about us, I am. But I don't want people to think that every time you don't shoot down one of my diagnoses with a witty, but sarcastic comment, it's because I'm screwing my boss."
"Yes, but on those rare occasions when I am in something like a good mood, people will worship you for working your magic on that asshole Doctor House."
"Yeah, and the rest of the time when you are acting like an ass I'll have to listen to people kidding me about taking you in an empty room and trying to "adjust" your attitude. No thanks. Foreman dated that nurse on seven and no one let him live it down for the entire time he was seeing her. In office relationships are career suicide."
He let her comment go, but it still annoyed him a little that she was the one who decided to keep them under wraps. Logically, it should be him who was embarrassed to be in a healthy, happy relationship with a woman.
When she came out of the elevator she passed his bike with a look of confusion before she saw him. He was waiting by her car, holding his helmet with a casual grin.
"It's starting to rain, mind if I ride home with you?" he asked.
She smiled. "It would be my pleasure, after all I wouldn't want to see you break your neck if the bike slipped on some wet pavement."
Glancing around the parking garage to make certain no one was near their row, he leaned into her and kissed her neck lightly. "I've been wanting to do that all day."
"Really?" she asked, resting her hand on his hip.
"Really," he confirmed, "Listen, I have to tell you something."
"What is it?"
He glanced toward the end of the garage; the rain had begun to pour down, too much to risk her leaving him at the hospital. "Let's get going, I'll tell you in the car."
"So apparently they've been at it for a while, now Julie has some high priced shyster trying to overthrow her original settlement and go after Wilson for whatever he isn't paying out to the first two vultures. Because he has been banging Cuddy like a drum at a pow-wow, Julie's lawyer is naming her in the suit as a co-respondent and she is also naming the hospital as a contributor because they went somewhere together on a conference."
"So she has to live with you so she doesn't get fired? That's insane Greg, it really is. And what about us? I mean if you are pretending to be her boyfriend, then where does that leave me?"
"It doesn't leave you anywhere."
"Umm, I think it leaves me homeless. But I guess I'll pack my stuff and stay with Wilson until this is all blows over."
"Oh no you don't. This isn't Fox's newest reality show, secret girlfriend swap, you are staying right where you are.
"What about Cuddy?"
"What about her? Cuddy can sleep on the couch, unless you are looking to spoon with her."
"What about the spare room?"
"Which room are you talking about? If I do a quick count we have our bedroom and my study, unless you mean the kitchen, I don't have a room we don't use."
"We use the kitchen, I made egg sandwiches on Sunday
"You unwrapped our enormous omelet sandwiches
"And poured juice" retorted Cameron, momentarily forgetting how annoyed she was at House for making such a huge decision without even bothering to mention it to her until they were on their way home.
"I didn't get juice."
"You were in the shower and I needed it more than you do. Women are twice as likely to lose calcium in their late twenties," she informed him primly.
"I see. Well, if I am going to become a Mormon, Cuddy better cook or find me a third woman who does."
"A third one? We're out of couches, where would you put her?"
"If Cuddy can find us someone who cooks I'll buy a house. And then we cut our losses and throw out Cuddy."
They lapsed into an awkward silence and House began to fiddle with the buttons and dials on her car radio, looking for something to fill the gap in conversation. The opening chords to Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects caused Cameron to glance at him, her eyes narrowed as though he'd somehow put in a telepathic request for the worst possible song to come on at the worst possible moment.
"Don't get your thong in a knot, I'm changing it, I'm changing it."
"No, it's fine, I like this song."
"I thought you might," he muttered under his breath.
She hummed along until the next verse started and then she began to sing along completely ignoring him as she gave special emphasis to lines that she thought applied to their situation.
"Tell me all that you've thrown away, find out games you don't wanna play you are the only one that needs to know," sang Cameron, as she cut off a mini van and a taxi."
The taxi driver blew his horn violently and flipped her off. With a look of horror on his usually smug face, House watched as she rolled down the window to scream back a string of obscenities that would have been completely at home in the mouth of a spectator at a back alley dog fight.
Feeling his eyes on her, she turned her attention back to him. "What?" she snapped.
"You were thinking something."
"I didn't know there was a ban on thinking."
"There is when you're thinking mean thoughts about the driver."
"You do remember that you were the one that said you didn't want people thinking that I was favoring you because we were seeing each other?"
"Hrump," she grunted, as she turned up the windshield wipers.
"Do you also remember that I told you that I was ok with people knowing when you moved in with me?"
Pulling into her spot in front of the condo, she waited until she turned off the engine before looking at him. "No. I don't remember, in fact, I must have amnesia, who are you? What are you doing in my car?"
"Allison, Wilson is my probably one of my only friends," at her tiny smirk of amusement, he continued, "And if you ever tell him I said that out loud, I will deny it and tell everyone how you got sick during Transformers and puked in your popcorn bucket."
"The action on the screen moved around too much, I got motion sickness," she said defensively.
"You also had four rounds of two-fers at Applebee's before we got to the movie," he reminded her.
"So did you," she countered.
"I outweigh you by about sixty pounds but, we aren't talking about your lightweight tendencies. Wilson needs my help. I don't think he has ever asked me for help in the entire time that I've known him. And I suppose when Cuddy isn't being a complete pain in my ass, she is someone I'd swerve the bike to miss."
"I don't even want to know how you describe what I am to you."
"You know how I feel about you."
"No. I don't."
"I asked you to move in with me, that has to be pretty obvious."
"You told me that I should move in here because it would be easier on you if you didn't have to put your pants back on after sex."
"Allison, come on. You know damned well that if that were the only reason I asked you to move in with me, we just would have started having sex here more often."
"You've never said it."
"Because you already know."
"Yeah," she said, before opening her car door, "Well knowing something and having it confirmed are two completely different things."
House watched as she angrily strode up the front walkway toward their door. Cuddy hadn't even moved in yet and already she was upsetting his routine. He hoped for her sake that she could cook otherwise, clinic or not, she would be out on her boney ass before sundown.