AN: I just joined and this is my first story. Please no flames. I realize that mine pales in comparison to a LOT of other stories, but you gotta start somewhere, right?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the cardboard box I live in and Season 1,2, and 3 of House. Oh yeah, and Alaska.

Cameron strode down the hall after a long grueling shift in the ER. God, she thought. Working for House, even with the sarcastic comments and his arrogance and House-ness was better than this. Somehow her wandering feet found Wilson's door. She had planned to poke her head in to say hi and asked him how he had been. It had been a while since they had talked. She missed his wisdom and witty comments about House. When she opened the door she found House sitting there.

"Cameron! Nice to see you." Wilson smiled. House just said "Somebody hasn't slept…or eaten in two days. Wilson! Who do you think it is??" Wilson rolled his eyes. Cameron opened her mouth to deny this accusation when suddenly she got dizzy and all the blood drained from her face. "Cameron? Are you okay?!" Wilson got up. The last thing she saw before blacking out was a piercing blue stare.

"Well, if she planed on passing out, she picked a good place to do so." House muttered as he took her pulse and made sure she was still breathing. He lifted her awkwardly onto Wilson's couch. "Hey, go get some food, willya? She's gonna need some water too" he gave Wilson a pointed look. Wilson nodded and left. House looked at the beautiful woman before him. Even unconscious, even without being able to see the light in her eyes, he thought she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He brushed some of her hair off her face. Then he realized what he was doing and he stopped. He checked the back of her head and winced when he discovered something sticky. Blood. She was beginning to wake up. The first thing she saw was his concerned look.

"You're worried about me." She said, a small smile gracing her porcelain face.

"No, the thought of one less hot ass to look at worries me."

She tried to sit up but he wouldn't let her. He checked for a concussion and asked how her head felt. "Sort of the way it usually does after spending five minutes with you."

"All funny and light and happy?" He grinned cheekily.

Wilson came back with the food and water. He handed it to Cameron. "When's the last meal you had? Six months ago?" House sneered at her skinny form. She was unintentionally teetering on the edge of anorexia, she knew. It wasn't that she wanted to lose weight, just that with everything going on eating fell by the wayside.

"Breakfast….two days ago." She glanced down at the food and starting eating quickly. "Wilson, thank you so much. I apologize." Wilson smiled sympathetically. "I don't think anyone can really control when they pass out, Cameron." She stood to go and gave Wilson a hug. "Wait. You need stitches." House stood and grabbed her by the arm. They went downstairs to the busy ER. "Dr. Cameron…" a nurse called "She's busy!" House barked. His hand was still on her arm. He awkwardly removed it. He began to stitch up her head. As he finished, he leaned closer and closer. She turned her head and could feel his soft breath on her face. "You're fine." She turned around and held eye contact for what felt like forever until murmuring "Thank you, House." And then she gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "Dr Cameron!!" A frantic nurse called. And Cameron turned away to run the ER.

House lingered for a moment before going back to Wilson's office. He sat down in the chair and said "I had this dream about Carmen Electra last night and we were-" "House." Wilson interrupted and handed him a tissue. You have a little lipstick on your cheek." "It's not lipstick!" House said as he turned to throw it in the trash can.

Behind him, Wilson smiled.