Title: In the Right Direction

Summary: Sequel to Seeking Comfort which must be read first. This picks up right after the epilogue. Just follows House and Cameron through a relationship

Chapter 1: The Aftermath

As the clock approached 12:30, Cameron was numbly making her rounds in the ER. She couldn't believe House had actually asked her to move in with him. Maybe it just slipped out. Maybe he hadn't been speaking in literal terms. One thing was for sure, she was not going to be that clingy, needy, woman that she knew House despised. Crap, it was lunch already. Cameron decided she wasn't going to say anything about it, if he had meant what he said he would bring it up himself.

As she entered the cafeteria, she saw House already seated at a table, feet propped up, eating a bag of chips. When the news first struck the hospital that the two former co-workers were now dating, the trip through the cafeteria was always awkward, but as time passed, the rumor mill found some new victim to gawp at. She was desperately trying to keep herself composed, knowing that House would be able to pick up on any expression her face offered up. When House saw her, she motioned to the food line to buy her lunch before sitting down. As House nodded his reply, James Wilson joined his friend at the table.

"Has she said anything yet?" Wilson asked as he followed House's gaze to Cameron.

"Haven't talked to her yet." House answered nonchalantly, stealing a tomato from Wilson's salad. Wilson continued probing wanting a more forthcoming answer from House.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, you haven't lived with anyone since Stacy. Do you really want to be around her all the time?" Wilson was happy that House had finally allowed a relationship with Cameron to prosper, but he didn't want this house of cards imploding because they moved too fast.

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure. Besides, now I get an all-access pass to her love rug."

"That's mildly disgusting." Wilson stabbed a piece a lettuce from his salad.

"Are you going to bring it up again?"

"Definitely not while you're here." House saw Cameron approaching with her tray, "scram Jimmy, I have to convince a certain someone to live in sin with me." Without a word of protest Wilson left the table in a hurry, waving his greeting to Cameron as he walked away.

"Where's Wilson off to in such a hurry?" Cameron asked sitting down across from House.

"He…had a patient, you know, dying." House was reading her features carefully, looking for any indication that his proposition had sunken in. As she stared intently at her food, House let a small smile creep onto his face: she was nervous.

"So…" House trailed off waiting for her to look at him. "What do you say?"

"What do I say about what?" Cameron asked playing dumb.

"You know… you and me, shacking up."

"Oh, that." Cameron was about to elaborate but House felt the need to interject.

"Look if you don't want to give up your place or anything, I get it." House's eyes were focused on anything but Cameron.

"No, I want to," House's body straightened up a bit, "I'm just wondering why now?"

"Well, you basically live at my place anyway, and this way I can play with your squish mitten whenever I want." Cameron blushed furiously much to House's satisfaction, "You can make me breakfast, do my laundry, its more efficient this way." House noted Cameron's slightly disappointed face then continued,

"And because I want you to." Cameron's look of worry disappeared in a flash and a mischievous one took its place spreading across her face.

"Alright then, I guess its settled, roommate."

"I'd like to think of it more as cohabitation enhanced with lots and lots of sexual favors." Cameron just rolled her eyes.