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I'm Not Going to Crush You cont'd
Okay sorry about the delay in posting this. It's actually been up on FF.net for a few days now. So here's chapter 11. Chapters 1-10 can be found here. Enjoy and please review!

Title: I'm Not Going to Crush You
Author: Me
Rating: M
Chapter Summary: House returns from Baltimore and Cameron confronts Stacy to get the truth.

Disclaimer: I’m really tired of writing these things. If I DID own House, he’d be naked on my bed with the hard wood. But I don’t, so he’s not. (sadly)

Chapter 11

House tossed and turned most of the night, even after downing an extra Vicodin and taking advantage of the mini-bar that happened to be in his area of the suite. He got up early, took a shower and somehow managed to slip out while Stacy was taking her shower.

She found him sitting in the terminal with a coffee and his ipod, staring into space. Cameron still wasn’t answering her phone or responding to his texts and he was more than a little pissed off. Why didn’t she trust him? He told her not to worry. She said she wasn’t worried. So what the hell was going on with her?

“I never thought I’d see the day when Greg House actually cared about another human being.”

Greg scowled at Stacy but didn’t say anything. They paged their flight and he grabbed his cane to get up without saying a word to her.

***

House didn’t even bother going home first to drop off his stuff. He went straight to the hospital and searched for Cameron. He found her in the lab and was relieved to see that nobody else was there. He watched her for a few minutes. He’d only been away from her for less than two days and he hated to admit how much he missed her.

Finally, he entered the lab and leaned against the doorway. “You’ve been avoiding me. Why?”

She didn’t even turn around. “I haven’t been. I just figured you were busy.”

“Cameron..it’s not what you think.”

“Ha!” she laughed, turning around to face him. He took a step back from her, never having seen her that upset. “So the shared hotel room was just a convenience.”

“That’s exactly what it was. She had a room reserved before she even left for Baltimore. She’s freaky that way. Always has a back-up plan.”

“And you didn’t say no.”

“My leg could not have taken a night on some cot at an airport. I know it, she knew it. I wasn’t passing that up. You’ll just have to trust me on this. I did not sleep with her.”

But Cameron wasn’t hearing it. “Whatever House,” she sighed as she brushed past him and stormed out of the lab.

***

Stacy saw Cameron coming toward her and smiled smugly. “Dr. Cameron.”

“Mrs. Warner,” she replied coldly, acknowledging the woman as she went past.

“Have you seen Greg?”

“Yes.”

“You seem upset.”

“I’m fine.”

“What did Greg tell you about Baltimore?”

Cameron shrugged. “Nothing. But just out of curiosity, do you always have a hotel room booked for emergencies?”

“Yes. I like to have a back-up plan.”

“How convenient for Greg then.”

Stacy watched Cameron sit down at House’s computer before she entered the room. “You’re in love with him.”

“We..went on a date awhile ago. It didn’t go very well.”

“And yet you still chase him like a bitch in heat. It’s cute, really.”

Cameron’s head shot up. “And you still chase him like a whore. Not so sweet. Especially considering that your husband is in rehab 2 floors up. I would think you’d be discreet about it but you flaunt it like you’re proud of it. Like some conquest.”

“Come on, Cameron. We know what’s up for grabs. Or at least I do,” she smiled in smug satisfaction.

“House isn’t some prize to be won. He's just a man.”

“You don’t think he’s worth fighting for?”

“You obviously do since you’re here trying to claim your territory like a..what was the term you used? Oh yeah..bitch in heat.”

“You little..” Stacy hissed. “But it all makes sense as to why House likes you. You’re young, naïve and pathetically infatuated with him.”

Cameron got out of her chair and stood toe to toe with Stacy. She was considerably shorter but it didn’t seem to intimidate her. “Now who’s being a bitch?”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Oh that’s real mature! Wipe that smug smile off your face before I smack it off.”

“Bring. It. On, little girl.”

Meanwhile, Chase, Foreman and House were listening outside the door managing to keep out of sight. It was only a matter of time before the two women came to blows and it was a question of who was going to strike first. House’s money was on Stacy starting the whole thing.

“Should we go in there and break it up?” Chase whispered.

House looked at him like he was nuts. “What? Are you kidding? Throw some Jello on ‘em!”

Foreman rolled his eyes. “You’re an ass, House.” The three men turned their attention back to the women in House’s office.

“What is it that bothers you so much, Stacy? Is it the fact that he’s sleeping with me? Or the fact that he wants nothing to do with you anymore because he'll never forgive you?”

Stacy gasped and slapped Cameron hard across the face just as Foreman burst through the door. Cameron lunged at Stacy but he held her back. “Easy, easy, Cameron.”

“Get these two ladies a saucer of milk. Mrrrowww!” House exclaimed as he stood in the doorway. “Anyone know the lyrics to Cat Scratch Fever?”

Cameron shot him a dirty look as she stormed off and Stacy stood there with a smug expression.

“Wow, House. She’s a pistol. Hope you can keep up,” she smirked.

House glared at her. “Get out.”

“You can’t be serious…”

“Don’t make me ask you again, Stacy. Get out. Now.”

Grabbing her purse, she quickly made her exit as did Foreman and Chase. House took out his phone and texted Cameron.

Are you okay?

He waited. No answer. Then it came.

What do you think?

He felt bad so he wrote back. I’m thinking..no. Where are you?

On the roof

I’ll be there in 5 min

House left his office and headed for the elevator. Thankful that nobody stopped him, he enjoyed the short ride in peace before stepping off and slowly making it up the single staircase to the roof.

Cameron was leaning against the brick wall, clutching a tissue in her hand and her eyes were red and puffy.

“We need to talk,” she sniffed. “I need you to be completely honest with me. Well, as honest as you can be without turning into a jerk. Can you do that?”

He simply nodded and cast his eyes downward. He was never good at these kinds of talks and knew that it was better to just keep quiet.

“Did you sleep with Stacy?”

He looked back at her and she waited patiently for his answer.

“No, I didn’t. I thought you of all people would have a little faith in me.”

“I do. It’s just..”

“Just what?”

“I guess when I found out you two shared a room and…”

“It was a suite. With two bedrooms. She went her way, I went mine. But I will be honest, she did try to get me to sleep with her. And I turned her down. Flat.”

“You did?”

He rolled his eyes. “Duhh! Weren’t you listening to a word I said? I’m not in love with Stacy. She’s married and I don’t care if she came to me stark naked with a pitcher of beer. I don't play ball on a full field.”

Cameron smiled at the metaphor and he stepped closer, reaching out to touch her cheek. There was still a slight hand print from being slapped and he frowned. “Does it hurt?”

“No. It just feels warm. I think a 5-year-old could have slapped harder.”

House chuckled as he continued to caress her cheek. “That’s my girl. Too bad Foreman broke it up. I’ll bet you’ve got a mean right hook.”

She smiled coyly. “I have my moments.” She placed her hand against his cheek and his stubble tickled her palm, causing her to giggle.

“I think some serious make-up sex is in order," he whispered.

“Mmm,” she murmured, closing her eyes as he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. “Your place or mine?”

He looked around. “Actually I had this rooftop in mind.”

Cameron’s eyes opened. “No, House. Not a chance. I’m doing doing it on the roof.”

“Damn. Well..you can’t blame a guy for trying. But at the end of the day, you're mine. If you can wait that long.” He headed for the door and then stopped. “Actually, let’s make this fun. I’ll bet you’ll be begging me to fuck you before noon.”

“You’re on.”

***

They returned to the conference room where Cuddy was waiting. She thrust a folder into House’s hands, slapping it against his chest. “Where were you? You have a case.”

“Good.” He ignored Cuddy’s question and began rattling off the patient’s symptoms while Foreman scrawled them down on the board. “Differential diagnosis people. Go!”

Cameron sat back in her chair and gently tucked a wisp of her hair behind her ears. House very subtly wet his lips and they stared at each other while Chase argued with Foreman about potential theories as to why the patient’s blood pressure was so high. He discreetly took out his phone and sent Cameron a text.

I know how to make your blood pressure skyrocket. And I don’t need meds to do it.

Reaching for the vibrating phone in her pocket she glanced down at it. He looked at her reaction to his message and smiled when he saw her blushing. Then he saw her text back.

Care to elaborate, Dr. House?

He arched his eyebrow at her and she looked away innocently, as if pretending to be into the other doctors conversation while he texted back.

We’re going to pass notes? Fine. I hope you know what you’re getting into.

She chuckled slightly and ran a hand down her neck where she knew he loved to kiss her and run his tongue along that certain spot.

You’re imagining my mouth on your neck right now aren’t you? That’s not the only place my mouth will be.

Cameron felt heat radiating through her body at his last message and tried to remain calm. She glanced at her watch. It was almost noon and she didn’t know how she’d make it until six. She closed her eyes and tried to control herself.

Are you hungry? It’s almost noon, she messaged back.

Not for food. But I can think of something else I’d rather eat. It starts with a ‘P’ and ends with a ‘Y’. Can you guess what it is?

Cameron squirmed in her seat. The man could make her so hot by simple words on a phone. She definitely knew she wouldn’t make it until six. She was going to lose the bet they’d made. Her panties were already soaking wet and she could tell he knew from the smug look on his handsome face. Then she saw him text her again.

You’re not going to guess? That’s no fun. I’ll give you another hint. It has lips..which I’m guessing are extremely wet and swollen right about now.

She felt her whole face flush and Chase glared at her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just..really warm in here.”

Hint number three: It is warm in here, but not nearly as warm as it is between your legs. You’re no doubt hot, wet and throbbing at the very thought of what I’m going to do to you later. I’m so winning that bet, Dr. Cameron!.

House glanced at the clock on the wall. “Okay, get a decent history and run the tests. I’m going for lunch. I think it’ll be a quickie though. At this point I could eat anything.”

Cameron stifled a moan and was sure she was going to come right in her seat from the sound of his voice as he said that last word. He barely looked in her direction as he got up and limped out of the office without a glance back. Chase and Foreman went off to do his bidding while Cameron sat there, regaining her composure. She needed a distraction. A very big distraction to keep her mind off of House and the things she knew he was going to do to her that night. That thought alone made her tremble and she buried her face in her hands for a moment. Figuring she was okay, she grabbed her lunch and headed to the cafeteria to eat it. House was nowhere in sight and she was glad. There was no way she was losing the bet they made earlier that morning if she could help it. Hell would freeze over before she begged Greg House for anything. It was past noon and she won the bet. Lost in her thoughts, she hardly noticed Wilson taking a seat in front of her.

“Are you allright, Cameron? You look a little..I dunno..distracted.”

She came out of her zone and blinked at him. “Huh? Oh, no I’m fine. It was just a little warm up in the conference room. Eating alone today?”

“I can’t find House. He’s probably hiding from Cuddy.”

Of course he spoke too soon. Cameron saw House enter the cafeteria but he hung back, leaning against one of the counters as he looked at her. The first thing he did was lick his lips in a very subtle way.

Here we go again, she thought as she took the last bite of her sandwich and stood up. “I have to do my clinic hours. Thanks for the company, Wilson.”

“Anytime.”

House grinned to himself as he watched her leave, trying not to catch his eye as she did so, and he chuckled to himself as he took her vacant seat at Wilson’s table.

“What’s with Cameron?” He asked his friend.

Wilson just shrugged. “Something about clinic hours.”

House took out his phone and sent her a message. Okay so you won that round. But tonight you’ll be begging like a whore. My place. 6:30.

Putting his phone back in his pocket, it vibrated almost imediately.

You’re on. Now LEAVE ME ALONE, HOUSE!

He smirked, but it wasn’t lost on Wilson. “What’s going on?”

“Got a hot date tonight, Jimmy.”

“And I assume it’s with…Cameron?”

“Duhh.” House got up and playfully patted Wilson on the shoulder. “Good talk, Jimmy.” Then he paused. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I can get some handcuffs would you?”