An Agreement 6/12
An Agreement Between Friends
Summary: "What I'm offering you here is free sex. No strings attached. Are you telling me you're going to turn that down?" House/Cameron
Rating: M
Genre: Drama/Romance
Chapters: 6/12
Word Count: 1404
An Agreement Between Friends:
Transition
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Unnecessary disclaimer: None of the characters, dialogue or storylines appearing in the TV show "House, M. D." belong to me.
Abstract: "What I'm offering you here is free sex. No strings attached. Are you telling me you're going to turn that down?" House/Cameron
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Cameron smoothed down the tee with a sigh. This wasn't exactly how she'd imagined letting the hospital know the father of her baby. Of course, she hadn't ever really imagined it at all.
She had complained about needing to look professional, but House had insisted on her wearing the shirt. She'd decided to humor him, but this would make for a very awkward day.
If they were coming into work together it might be a little more bearable, but it simply wasn't practical with them living in two different places. So she would have to brave the questions and odd looks on her own. She put a jacket on over it, hoping that would make it a little less obvious. With one more look in the mirror, she headed out the door.
…
Cameron took a deep breath as she approached the front door, taking a moment to prepare herself. She just needed to walk in there with her head up high and pretend not to notice any stares. As long as she made it to her office, everything would be fine.
She couldn't help pulling the jacket further around her waist before opening the door. She was as ready as she could be. But, as it turned out, there was no way she could have prepared for what greeted her when she went inside.
"Allison!" House shouted, hopping down off of the nurses' station, a lollipop shoved to the side in his mouth.
Cameron stopped short, but House made his way over to her, taking the shocked immunologist in his arms and kissing her.
When he pulled back from the kiss, he frowned. "Are you ashamed of my gift? Take that jacket off!" he commanded, and she allowed him to help her remove it, revealing the shirt emblazoned with "Property of Greg House" emblazoned across Cameron's stomach.
And with that, House dragged a shell-shocked Cameron into the elevator. Pushing the button for each of their floors, he relaxed against the wall. "Well, that takes care of that. By the time lunch rolls around, the nurses will have told everyone about our little show."
"Thanks for the warning, by the way," Cameron snarked, having regained her power of speech.
He shrugged. "Didn't think you'd mind." He eyed her, trying to tell how annoyed she really was.
Cameron sighed. "I guess it's better than having people staring at my shirt all day."
House smirked. "I think that's going to happen anyway." The elevator chimed, signaling that they had arrived at Cameron's floor.
"Have a good day at work!" House called, as she moved down the hallway. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to strangle him or laugh.
…
House's day went smoothly enough. He was having fun baiting all the confused and surprised doctors and nurses. His only complaint was that his new team didn't know him well enough to find it funny. It almost made him wish for Taub and Thirteen back. Almost.
But his fun ended when Wilson got wind of what was going on. House had skillfully avoided both Wilson and Cuddy for most of the day, but Wilson had finally caught up with him, cornering him in exam room three.
"So when exactly were you going to tell me about this?" Wilson demanded, hands on hips.
House didn't even look up from his gameboy. "You're a smart man, or at least that's what the medical degree on your wall suggests. I figured you would work it out eventually."
Wilson stared, exasperated. "Becoming a father is kind of a big deal, House! You should have said something."
House rolled his eyes. "Mommy and Daddy will still love you, Jimmy, no reason to get upset."
"You're such a jerk," Wilson muttered, shaking his head. "Anyways, Cuddy told me to find you and 'put your ass to work' as she phrased it."
House glanced up for a moment. "If she wants that so badly, she can come tell me herself."
Wilson shot a glare his way. "Even you can't be that insensitive."
House's head shot up. "What?"
Wilson barked out a mirthless laugh. "You really don't know? You, Mister Observant, never noticed?"
"Spit it out, Wilson," House ordered, annoyed.
Wilson shook his head. "Cuddy's in love with you, you idiot." With that he left, the door slamming behind him.
House stared after him, his brow furrowed as he thought. He would have noticed, wouldn't he? Well, Wilson was always putting two and two together and coming up with five, he rationalized.
It was probably nothing, but it did make him a little uncomfortable. For once, he was going to make a genuine effort to stay out of her way. He didn't want any of his actions to end up hurting Cameron.
…
The rest of the week went as smoothly as it could have, under the circumstances. House and Cameron were taking things slow, neither wanting to screw this up. For Cameron, the weekend was filled with house-hunting, like most of the weekends before it. She really didn't want to just upsize apartments, but most of the houses she'd found were outside her budget. A kid ought to have a yard, she thought.
She considered involving House in the project but held back. She wasn't really sure if he ought to have a say or not. But when she found "the" house, she knew even House couldn't have talked her out of it.
It was small-one story, a little on the old side, but mostly remodeled. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and best of all, her own office in back with large sunny windows that looked out on the backyard. Sure, the paint may have been a little faded and a few things here and there needed repairs, but to Cameron, it was perfect. When she saw it, she just had a feeling. She knew it was her house. She was getting the keys in a month and couldn't be more excited.
She wanted to tell House, but didn't quite know how. So in her excitement she called her sister, Heather, instead, who immediately insisted on coming down to help her move. Cameron's only misgiving was that she felt a little apprehensive about Heather meeting House. Her sister was pretty blunt, and she wouldn't be at all surprised if Heather started asking House all the questions that Cameron had held back on asking. Only time would tell how that would turn out.
…
Cameron approached House in his office. "Got an ultrasound appointment tomorrow to find out the baby's sex. Interested?"
House shrugged at the question, not wanting to appear as interested as he felt. "Is it at the crack of dawn?"
Cameron answered him with a laugh. "More like the crack of noon. Eleven-thirty."
He nodded. "Count me in." Expecting her to leave, he picked up his gameboy. But instead of leaving, she came around the desk and sat down on his lap.
"I've got a present for you," she said with a smile.
"Naked pictures?" he said hopefully, and she laughed.
"Maybe you can see the real deal tonight," she compromised.
She handed him the key unceremoniously. "Here," she said, pressing it into his hand. "It's to my new place."
He looked at her in surprise. "You're moving?"
She laughed lightly. "My apartment only has one bedroom," she gently reminded him. "The kid's going to need somewhere to sleep."
House placed a hand on her stomach, rubbing it absently. "When are you moving? Wilson, or the brats," he nodded towards the conference room, "will be happy to help."
She laughed. "Handing out extra credit to your fellows if they help me move?"
"They're too afraid to complain. They think I'll fire them." He smirked.
She ran a hand through his hair, smiling. "That probably won't be necessary. My sister is actually coming into town to help, and you know Wilson will insist on helping, even if he's only doing it to be nosy."
House pulled back to frown at her. "I don't want you carrying any heavy boxes," he warned.
Cameron rolled her eyes. "Who knew you'd get so overprotective."
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Summary: "What I'm offering you here is free sex. No strings attached. Are you telling me you're going to turn that down?" House/Cameron
Rating: M
Genre: Drama/Romance
Chapters: 6/12
Word Count: 1404
An Agreement Between Friends:
Transition
…
Unnecessary disclaimer: None of the characters, dialogue or storylines appearing in the TV show "House, M. D." belong to me.
Abstract: "What I'm offering you here is free sex. No strings attached. Are you telling me you're going to turn that down?" House/Cameron
…
Cameron smoothed down the tee with a sigh. This wasn't exactly how she'd imagined letting the hospital know the father of her baby. Of course, she hadn't ever really imagined it at all.
She had complained about needing to look professional, but House had insisted on her wearing the shirt. She'd decided to humor him, but this would make for a very awkward day.
If they were coming into work together it might be a little more bearable, but it simply wasn't practical with them living in two different places. So she would have to brave the questions and odd looks on her own. She put a jacket on over it, hoping that would make it a little less obvious. With one more look in the mirror, she headed out the door.
…
Cameron took a deep breath as she approached the front door, taking a moment to prepare herself. She just needed to walk in there with her head up high and pretend not to notice any stares. As long as she made it to her office, everything would be fine.
She couldn't help pulling the jacket further around her waist before opening the door. She was as ready as she could be. But, as it turned out, there was no way she could have prepared for what greeted her when she went inside.
"Allison!" House shouted, hopping down off of the nurses' station, a lollipop shoved to the side in his mouth.
Cameron stopped short, but House made his way over to her, taking the shocked immunologist in his arms and kissing her.
When he pulled back from the kiss, he frowned. "Are you ashamed of my gift? Take that jacket off!" he commanded, and she allowed him to help her remove it, revealing the shirt emblazoned with "Property of Greg House" emblazoned across Cameron's stomach.
And with that, House dragged a shell-shocked Cameron into the elevator. Pushing the button for each of their floors, he relaxed against the wall. "Well, that takes care of that. By the time lunch rolls around, the nurses will have told everyone about our little show."
"Thanks for the warning, by the way," Cameron snarked, having regained her power of speech.
He shrugged. "Didn't think you'd mind." He eyed her, trying to tell how annoyed she really was.
Cameron sighed. "I guess it's better than having people staring at my shirt all day."
House smirked. "I think that's going to happen anyway." The elevator chimed, signaling that they had arrived at Cameron's floor.
"Have a good day at work!" House called, as she moved down the hallway. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to strangle him or laugh.
…
House's day went smoothly enough. He was having fun baiting all the confused and surprised doctors and nurses. His only complaint was that his new team didn't know him well enough to find it funny. It almost made him wish for Taub and Thirteen back. Almost.
But his fun ended when Wilson got wind of what was going on. House had skillfully avoided both Wilson and Cuddy for most of the day, but Wilson had finally caught up with him, cornering him in exam room three.
"So when exactly were you going to tell me about this?" Wilson demanded, hands on hips.
House didn't even look up from his gameboy. "You're a smart man, or at least that's what the medical degree on your wall suggests. I figured you would work it out eventually."
Wilson stared, exasperated. "Becoming a father is kind of a big deal, House! You should have said something."
House rolled his eyes. "Mommy and Daddy will still love you, Jimmy, no reason to get upset."
"You're such a jerk," Wilson muttered, shaking his head. "Anyways, Cuddy told me to find you and 'put your ass to work' as she phrased it."
House glanced up for a moment. "If she wants that so badly, she can come tell me herself."
Wilson shot a glare his way. "Even you can't be that insensitive."
House's head shot up. "What?"
Wilson barked out a mirthless laugh. "You really don't know? You, Mister Observant, never noticed?"
"Spit it out, Wilson," House ordered, annoyed.
Wilson shook his head. "Cuddy's in love with you, you idiot." With that he left, the door slamming behind him.
House stared after him, his brow furrowed as he thought. He would have noticed, wouldn't he? Well, Wilson was always putting two and two together and coming up with five, he rationalized.
It was probably nothing, but it did make him a little uncomfortable. For once, he was going to make a genuine effort to stay out of her way. He didn't want any of his actions to end up hurting Cameron.
…
The rest of the week went as smoothly as it could have, under the circumstances. House and Cameron were taking things slow, neither wanting to screw this up. For Cameron, the weekend was filled with house-hunting, like most of the weekends before it. She really didn't want to just upsize apartments, but most of the houses she'd found were outside her budget. A kid ought to have a yard, she thought.
She considered involving House in the project but held back. She wasn't really sure if he ought to have a say or not. But when she found "the" house, she knew even House couldn't have talked her out of it.
It was small-one story, a little on the old side, but mostly remodeled. It had two bedrooms, two bathrooms, and best of all, her own office in back with large sunny windows that looked out on the backyard. Sure, the paint may have been a little faded and a few things here and there needed repairs, but to Cameron, it was perfect. When she saw it, she just had a feeling. She knew it was her house. She was getting the keys in a month and couldn't be more excited.
She wanted to tell House, but didn't quite know how. So in her excitement she called her sister, Heather, instead, who immediately insisted on coming down to help her move. Cameron's only misgiving was that she felt a little apprehensive about Heather meeting House. Her sister was pretty blunt, and she wouldn't be at all surprised if Heather started asking House all the questions that Cameron had held back on asking. Only time would tell how that would turn out.
…
Cameron approached House in his office. "Got an ultrasound appointment tomorrow to find out the baby's sex. Interested?"
House shrugged at the question, not wanting to appear as interested as he felt. "Is it at the crack of dawn?"
Cameron answered him with a laugh. "More like the crack of noon. Eleven-thirty."
He nodded. "Count me in." Expecting her to leave, he picked up his gameboy. But instead of leaving, she came around the desk and sat down on his lap.
"I've got a present for you," she said with a smile.
"Naked pictures?" he said hopefully, and she laughed.
"Maybe you can see the real deal tonight," she compromised.
She handed him the key unceremoniously. "Here," she said, pressing it into his hand. "It's to my new place."
He looked at her in surprise. "You're moving?"
She laughed lightly. "My apartment only has one bedroom," she gently reminded him. "The kid's going to need somewhere to sleep."
House placed a hand on her stomach, rubbing it absently. "When are you moving? Wilson, or the brats," he nodded towards the conference room, "will be happy to help."
She laughed. "Handing out extra credit to your fellows if they help me move?"
"They're too afraid to complain. They think I'll fire them." He smirked.
She ran a hand through his hair, smiling. "That probably won't be necessary. My sister is actually coming into town to help, and you know Wilson will insist on helping, even if he's only doing it to be nosy."
House pulled back to frown at her. "I don't want you carrying any heavy boxes," he warned.
Cameron rolled her eyes. "Who knew you'd get so overprotective."
…