You want me to Date You?

Chapter Twenty Four

AN: I am sorry that this took so long to publish!! I had a bit of writers block. I know that the chapter is not very long, but I really hope that you enjoy it.

House stared at Cameron as she stood in his doorway, her hands clasped in front of her as she wrung her hands. "What are you doing here?" he questioned, knowing it was rather late at night.

Cameron looked at him like she'd been kicked. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "I know you wanted to be alone tonight, but I couldn't let you wallow in your thoughts."

House cleared his throat and staggered a couple steps backward. "No sense in you just standing out there," he replied. "Come inside." He watched as Cameron quietly walked into his apartment and he quietly shut the door behind her before he turned and leaned his back against it, trying to relieve the growing pain in his leg.

When Cameron turned back round to face him, she noticed the creases in his brow and the tension in his shoulders, while he gripped hard onto the door handle with one hand, his knuckles white. "How bad is it?" she asked quietly.

"Bad," House gasped, squinting his eyes together in pain.

"Hold on," Cameron replied. She quickly dropped her back on to the couch and walked in the kitchen to grab the pill bottle that she spied on the counter, then rushed back to his side and gently beckoned him to open his mouth so she could place two pills on his tongue. Cameron watched him swallow them dry then wrapped one arm around his waist, preparing herself to take the brunt of his weight. "Alright, let's get you to bed," she said.

House took a deep breath and wrapped his free arm around Cameron's shoulders before he slowly let go of the door handle and leaned heavily against her. "Are you sure you can do this?" he asked gruffly. At her nod, they both slowly made their way to his bedroom. They made had to make a couple stops along the way due to House tensing up and gritting his teeth in pain, but he kept moving as it slowly began to ebb as the Vicodin ran through his system.

When they got to his bed, Cameron helped him to turn and sit on the bed before she had him lay back and elevate his bad leg. He watched as she walked into his bathroom across the hall, only to return with a tube in her hand. "What are you up to?" he questioned.

"I'm going to help you," she calmly replied. Cameron sat on the edge of the bed and put the tube beside her before she began to pull on his sweats, only for House to grab her hands.

"What are you doing?" House asked again, his voice more stern.

Cameron huffed, "Just trust me please, and let me help you." She stared him until he growled and let go of her hands so she could proceed to pull down his sweats and boxers just enough to see the worst of the destroyed muscle. Cameron didn't look at him, knowing that he was embarrassed by being weak, and grabbed the tube, putting a decent amount of gel on her hands before she slowly began to massage the muscle.

House tensed the instant that her skin touched his, the pain instantly flaring up again. He hissed through his teeth as he stared at his ceiling, slowly feeling his skin heat up underneath her fingers while she pressed into his muscle. "Where on earth did you find Icy Hot?" he asked hoarsely.

Cameron stifled a smile as she slowed her movements before she rested her hands on the area to keep the heat in a bit longer. "I found a tube in your medicine cabinet. I'm glad I saw this, otherwise it would have been the lotion I have in my purse."

"That would have been a disaster," House griped, "You would have had me smelling like something fruity like strawberries."

"Actually my lotion smells like peppermint," she countered as she stood and worked out the tension in her hands from kneading into his leg. "How do you feel now?"

House let out a long breath as he stared up at Cameron and let a small smile grace his features. "Better," he replied before he patted the other side of the bed. "Join me?"

Cameron nodded and slipped off her jacket to place it over the trunk that sat at the base of the bed. "Let me go and turn of everything in the living room and I'll be right back." She quickly left House in his room to go in the other room and tidy up. It did not take her long to turn off the TV, lock the door, and take the glass that House had been nursing in the kitchen so she could pour the rest out and quickly rinse it out.

She turned the lights out on her way back to House's bedroom and smiled at the sight that greeted her when she returned. He had pulled his shirt over his head and worked his sweats off, so he was lying in his boxers, his leg still propped on the pillow, watching the small TV that sat atop his tall dresser.

"Feeling more comfortable?" she asked, causing him to turn her way just as she shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her in a pair of boy short panties and tee shirt.

"Yeah, even better now," House approved, a wry grin on his face.

Cameron gave him a stern look. "That should be the last thing on your mind with the episode that you just had."

House shrugged. "Vicodin has kicked in now, I wouldn't feel a thing."

"You would after the fact," she replied as she walked around the bed and climbed in beside House, under the blankets.

"Fine," he grumbled as he held an arm open for Cameron so she could snuggled against him. They lay there and watched tv for a while when a thought occurred to him. "Why did you show up tonight?" he asked quietly.

Cameron looked up at him, to be met with his bright blue eyes. "I knew that you had a lot on your mind because of what I asked you at work today and I couldn't let you deal with it alone, even if you did ask me to."

"For once, I'm glad that you didn't listen to me," he said with a chuckle. "I would have been on the floor as soon as I got up hours later if I didn't have to answer the door. House leaned down and gave Cameron a slow lingering kiss before he pulled away. "Are you still curious?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper.

"About?" she whispered in return.

"What I asked for when I thought I was dying."

Cameron took a deep breath and raised one hand to cup his cheek, running her thumb across his bottom lip. "Only if you really want to tell me."

"I wanted them to take it," he whispered, "I begged for them to cut my leg off. But Stacy decided to push for the coma."

"That's what really pushed you apart."

House nodded, "It was the final straw, that's for sure. It was what I wanted in the beginning, but I wanted complete use of my leg... not this," he admitted.

Cameron cupped his head in her hands and pulled him in to kiss him soundly. "You are perfect just the way that you are."

A scoff fell from House's lips. "You cannot truly mean that... I'm an asshole."

Cameron smiled. "Well, I do mean it, and I won't let you forget it. I love you the way that you are."

House stared at her, his face suddenly blank. "You love me?"

A wider smile appeared on Cameron's face at his question. "Yes Greg. I love you."

He quickly pulled her back to him and placed a heated kiss to her lips. They melded together as tongues dueled, their hands roaming. When they pulled away breathless, House had a mile wide smile on his face. "I love you too Ally," he whispered.