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She offered to buy him a drink. Just a casual gathering between an employee and her boss. The drink turned into two drinks which turned into a couple of empty bottles. They shared a cab that made its way to her apartment. The effects of the alcohol gave Cameron the courage to invite House in for a minute and gave House only enough mental capacity to reply with an "Uh-huh."

Before the alcohol-induced haze could dissipate, they ended up in bed together. As he entered her, her eyes squeezed shut. Despite the exorbitant amount of alcohol consumed, she knew she would never forget this night. The sexual tension that had been growing for the last three years had finally been released and before either could think of the consequences, they both drifted off to sleep.

House woke first with a growing pain in his leg and a throbbing ache in his head. He was aware of the unfamiliar surroundings immediately and it only took a minute to recognize the naked brunette that lay to his right. He suppressed a groan for fear of waking his bed companion and cupped his head in his hands. After weighing his options for approximately thirty seconds, he quickly removed himself from the bed, slipped on his discarded boxers, jeans, and t-shirt, made a quick trip to the bathroom for relief, and slipped out the front door.

Cameron woke to the sound of her front door shutting. She attempted to sit up but her head decided it felt more comfortable resting atop the pillow. She knew House had left and figured it was for the best since they were both in no shape to have a serious conversation. Once they did, she would probably tell him that leaving it in the past was the best course of action.

She wouldn't act differently around him; Cameron had not spent half of her life dreaming of being a well-respected doctor just to have those dreams shattered by rumors of her sleeping her way to the top. She knew it wouldn't be difficult to convince House that nothing should come of this. He would most likely be the one to bring it up if he wasn't so afraid of having a serious conversation about anything.

After showering and picking out an appropriate outfit for the day—a violet, v-neck sweater with a black, high-waisted pencil skirt—Cameron styled her hair and applied a thin layer of make-up. Noticing the dark circles under her eyes, she added a little more concealer and prayed for the banging in her head to subside.

This will not be a good day

At 11:30 a.m., Cameron found the courage to speak to her boss. She walked into his office and found him with his eyeglasses perched on his nose and a pen in hand. In her mind, there was nothing sexier than a man who could pull off a cute pair of spectacles. This is not the time for that Allison, she thought to herself. "Sorry, if you're busy I could…"

House looked up from his work to see Cameron fidgeting at the door. "No, it's fine." He spoke as he removed his glasses. "Ah, you don't look so good."

"Don't you know the way to a woman's heart," Cameron said as she lowered herself into the chair in front of his desk. "Look, I just think we need to…"

"…talk about last night. Ya, I know. This is my take on things: I think we had too much to drink did something that you've dreamed about for 3 years and for that, I say you're welcome."

She knew she should feel embarrassed and offended, but she still couldn't help but find his obvious awkwardness terribly endearing. "I think we should just leave it in the past. Forget about the whole thing."

House was stunned. He expected crying, pleading, or resignation but he did not expect her to say something like that. "Yea, that sounds…perfect, actually."

"Ok good. So I'll be in the clinic if you wan- I mean, need me."

"Right."

Cameron left his office holding her head up high. She knew that she could suppress her feelings for the sake of her job. She just wished that sometimes she could have her cake and eat it too.

House watched as she strode out of the office and felt a slight twinge from within his body. He set his headphones over his ears and attempted to drown out any thoughts with music.

He was certainly not going to think about the slight disappointment that he now felt.

A/N: This is my first fic ever so I'm sorry if you hate it. Just don't jump to any conclusions regarding the future of the plot. Constructive criticism is welcomed!