Hey guys! I had this thought I could write another fic as I miss House and Cameron and the show. It's set somewhere in the beginning of Season 1, Cameron has her beautiful dark hair and the smile she used to have, House is still sexy as hell. However, it's before the Monster Truck date and her crush, in my fic I want them to start fresh.

Notice: I don't own anything or anyone. Sad, I know.

(English is not my 1st language)

I.

House was sitting in his office, lights turned out, as he stared blankly into space. They had a patient, a 50-year old man with pretty much everything wrong with him and while House first thought it would be an interesting case, after several sleepless nights he was almost ready to give up. Almost.

Four months ago Cuddy made him hire a team of young and unspoiled doctors to challenge him and his ideas and he despised them every single day. After weeks and weeks of reading the resumes he chose Eric Foreman, a Neurologist who used to steal cars. 'Fair enough', House thought. Robert Chase was not on the list but when his Dad called House and reminded him of a favor he owed him, he had no choice but to hire the young bimbo with pretentious accent. The third one was supposed to be Mark Sawyer, a young Gynecologist who looked like a perv but when Cuddy started saying something about a sausage fest House growled and took the first resume he found, looked at the photo and with an almost imperceptible smile he called Allison Cameron to tell her she was hired.

But he didn't really like them. And clearly they didn't like him back. House never really bothered to care about anyone, let alone people he was forced to work with. He just couldn't care less.

After their patient had yet another stroke, they managed to stabilize him and he was being monitored, House sent his ducklings home for the rest of the night. Now he was sitting in his chair, in his dark office not really in a mood for General Hospital, music or any kind of company. He jerked in his seat a little when he heard the door to the conference open and focused on what he heard from the other room.

"Yeah... I... it's just that, um... I'm not sure I'll be able to make it." He heard Cameron say to someone on the phone. Who was she talking to? He didn't give a crap about his subordinate, no matter how stunning she was... He was just curious. "Okay, fine, Mom... I promise. I gotta go. Love you." Cameron said and hung up with a rather loud sigh. "Damn..." She uttered a few seconds later and House saw her silhouette walking over to the computer. He wondered whether he should let her know he was still there but decided otherwise... Besides Cameron's obvious beauty there was nothing that was even remotely intriguing, she was a good doctor but he thought she had no mojo whatsoever and even this kind of 'spying' on her bored him immediately. He closed his eyes again and might have even started dozing off when he heard her speak again.

"Hello, this is Allison Cameron... I found your advertisement on the web and I just wanted to ask if you were still available." She said in a soft voice. Pause. "Uh huh, that could work..." Pause. "At four? Um, yeah. I need to check with my boss if that's okay but..." Pause. "How much?" Pause. "Oh my goodness." Sigh. Pause.

House got up from his chair and took a few quiet steps closer to the connecting door. Was she ordering a male hooker? He had to smile at the thought, no... she was too boring for that.

"Okay, can I call you tomorrow morning after I talk to my boss?" She said in a very polite tone, just like she always did. "Thank you very much. Bye." She hung up and grunted. At that point House decided to come clean and he limped into the conference room while clearing his throat.

"I'm well aware of the fact you came here from a courteous parallel universe but if think you need my permission to have some sweaty fun, think again." He said with a sneer and rolled his eyes at her.

"Doctor House, I... I didn't know you were still here." She gasped and blushed immediately.

"So, what happens at four?" He asked as he walked over to the table and sat down rubbing his thigh.

"Um, I... is it okay if I leave tomorrow at four and... I would be back in like, two hours I think." She said and bit her bottom lip. She disliked House for many reasons, basically she hated all arrogant people and he was the most arrogant person she had ever met. Of course being brought up as a polite person she respected him and acted nicely towards him but deep inside she tried to spend as little time with him as possible.

House grumbled and popped two Vicodin in his mouth. "Of course it's not okay!" He frowned and then he narrowed his eyes at her watching her carefully and somewhat threateningly. "In case you haven't noticed our patient is dying. Whatever you need to do, do it tonight... I told you to go home anyway."

Cameron's eyes widened at the angry spat.

"O...okay." She said softly and stood up to take her coat and her bag. "Goodnight."

House watched her as she walked past him disappearing through the door.

It was almost four the next day and the whole team sat in the conference room. None of them spoke, Chase was doodling something, Foreman was reading a medical book while Cameron merely stared at the table. The patient had died.

"I'm going home..." Chase said after finishing the last outline of a cloud he was drawing. "After all, House yelled telling us to get the fuck out."

"We should wait for the results of the autopsy." Cameron said matter-of-factly but Chase snorted and waved at them before leaving. Cameron looked at Foreman who put away the book and shrugged.

"I've got clinic duty." He said and got up. "Maybe you should go home as well. When House gets here, he'll surely yell some more."

"I can handle it." Cameron gave him an insecure smile and Foreman took his lab coat and left the room too.

He was right, it didn't take House more than five minutes to appear at the door and judging by the look on his face he was far from okay.

"What are you doing here?!" He spat at her and limped over to make himself coffee.

"I thought I would wait for the autopsy." She said and looked away.

"It's four o'clock. Didn't you have a ménage à trois to enjoy?" He asked. "Feel free to get out."

"I cancelled..." She replied angrily and got up thinking leaving might actually be the best this to do.

"Only an idiot cancels a good fuck..." He snarled as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Cameron gulped and turned to look at him.

"How dare you!" She said heatedly, which made him look at her too. "Yesterday I politely asked you if I could leave for two hours and you said no. So I stayed. I understand you're upset about our patient dying, but so am I and you have no right to insult me like this! It's disgusting and inappropriate!" Cameron wasn't used to this. She was always nice to people and usually they were nice in return, she wasn't good at arguing and by the time she finished the last sentence she realized there were tears in her eyes.

There was silence. House watched her carefully realizing he might have gone too far while Cameron's jaw trembled a little. She knew he was in pain, not just physical, she knew he was lonely and miserable but that was no excuse for treating people the way he did.

He noticed how shaky she was and sighed. God, he hated dealing with women. If only Cuddy had let him hire the twisted Gynecologist, everything would be easier. He had no idea what to say so he just watched silently as Cameron took her coat and started putting it on, her arms getting stuck in the sleeves as she wasn't able to focus.

"Damn!" She shrieked and threw the coat on the floor, which made House almost chuckle. She lifted the coat again and House took a few steps closer to her.

"What is it you cancelled?" He said in a conciliatory voice.

"Like you care..." She frowned and sniffled.

House shrugged. "I don't but I'd like to know anyway."

"My piano lesson." Cameron growled and finally managed to put her coat on, right arm in the right sleeve, left one in the left sleeve. Phew.

House rolled his eyes and took a sip of the coffee. "Geez, and you're freaking because of it? This is too pathetic, even for you."

"Whatever." She said and reached out for her bag before putting it over her shoulder.

"What? A composition in D minor too difficult for our diligent Cammy? Worried you won't win the teenage talent show this spring?" He mocked her with a soft smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

Cameron wanted to tell him to shut up but she was through arguing with him.

"I used to have lessons when I was a kid but I can't play anything and I need to learn it in like five weeks." She admitted with resignation. "That's why I needed the time off, the teacher I found is only available in the afternoons but apparently I don't need to worry about it now, do I?"

House rubbed his forehead and sighed. "Why do you have to learn to play?"

"I just do... leave it, please."

House laughed lightly. "Yeah, I'm really good at that."

Cameron shrugged and took a few steps closer to the door letting him know she really was leaving.

"Wait..." He said and leaned against the bookcase. "I can't give you time off in the afternoons."

"Not even one day a week? I'll make up for it." She said as soon as she turned to face him again.

"You won't learn it playing one day a week, nerd." He replied and raised his eyebrows. "You need to practise every day."

"Well, I suppose you won't let me leave every day at four, huh?" She growled and ran her hand through her hair desperately.

"Look... " House said and pursed his lips. "You stay at work as long as needed and I'll give you the lessons when our patients get out of the woods, hmm?"

Cameron blinked in shock. "Excuse me?"

House finished his coffee and put the cup on the table with a shrug. "I want something, you want something."

Cameron was unable to react. Was he serious? "How much for one class?" She asked as soon as she recovered from her shock.

"One lesson - one hour of clinic duty..." House said winking at her and she sighed thinking. It seemed like the most idiotic idea ever. Yet, she nodded gently.

"Okay, I'm outta here. Get your stuff and follow me in your car. The patient's dead, we're leaving now before Cuddy finds me and gives me another case."

Thirty minutes later Cameron walked into House's apartment. His place was dark but not necessarily unpleasant. It was clean and even cozy, he had lots and lots of books, and there was indeed a piano in his living room. She hovered there nervously as House took off his leather jacket and motioned for her to sit at the piano.

She swallowed hard and walked hesitantly to the beautiful instrument. As she sat down he limped closer and nodded.

"Play the C major scale." He ordered and Cameron took a deep breath. She lifted her index finger to the keys and pushed down on one key after another. House stared at her in sheer horror. "What the hell?"

She looked up at him and quickly withdrew her finger from the keyboard. "What?"

"Okay, first of all, you need to use more than one finger to play... and that was not C! I think I'm going to need a drink." He limped over to his table and poured himself a glass of whiskey. "You have never played before, have you?"

Cameron looked at her hands and shook her head.

"So, why the lie about the lessons?" He asked amused by the situation as he took a sip of his drink.

"I always lied about it. My parents were giving me money for the lessons but I never went."

House laughed lightly and walked over to the piano. "Cameron's a rebel?"

"Not really." She said and smiled at him. "I just didn't want to play so I spent the money on something else."

"And they never found out?"

"Surprisingly no." Cameron shrugged and House motioned for her to get up and let him sit at the piano instead.

"And why do you need to play now?" He asked again.

"Doesn't matter..." She said as she got up and he sat down.

"Everything matters..." He insisted but when he read in her face she wasn't about to tell him, he decided to leave it. At least for the time being. "Watch me." He said and started playing the scale while she watched his fingers move over the keys easily. "Okay, now sit next to me and try it."

She did as she was told and started playing the scale, however, in the middle of it she forgot how to use her thumb and he frowned again.

"I changed my mind." House growled. "One lesson - two hours of clinic duty. You are clumsy as hell."

After one hour House finished his third glass of whiskey and Cameron mastered playing the scale but other than that she was still confused about everything that involved playing. She looked at her watch and then at him. He was still sitting next to her, their thighs touching occasionally and to their surprise neither of them jerked when their hands or legs touched.

"I... I should go." Cameron said. "It's been an hour."

House rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You haven't learned anything yet."

"I know the scale." She objected and gave him a warm smile.

"You're not leaving until you master at least Itsy Bitsy Spider." He said resolutely and she laughed heartily. He watched her gorgeous smile before shaking his head lightly and focusing on the piano instead. "Okay, here goes..."

Cameron stared at his long fingers as he played. "Look, D, G, G, G, A, B, B, B, A, G, A B, G..." He stopped and withdrew his hand from the keyboard. "Now you."

Cameron put her right hand on the keys as she mumbled. "D, G, G, A, B, B, up the water spout... Damn, that's not right."

House moaned desperately and rubbed his face with his hands. "Jesus, Cameron!" Then he grabbed her hand and put it on the keys again as he covered her small hand with his palm. He pushed each of her fingers in the right order and she couldn't help but shiver when she realized how soft and gentle his touch was. "D, G, G, G, A, B, B, B, A, G, A B, G..." He murmured but Cameron's thoughts were suddenly elsewhere. Was her grumpy, miserable and annoying boss actually so gentle? His words were often strong and hurtful but his touch was completely different. That just didn't make sense, people are who they are and...

"Got it?" He asked and she jumped a little realizing she was supposed to think about the instrument and not him.

"I guess..." She lied again. She tried to play and screwed up at the fourth note. "It's too difficult."

"It's Itsy Bitsy Spider!" He raised his voice but calmed down immediately. He knew what it was like when somebody was putting him down, when his father was putting him down for not understanding something. "Sorry." He added almost whispering.

Then he moved back on the bench and spread his legs telling her to sit in front of him. Cameron's eyes widened in shock but House seemed to be serious so she lifted herself and sat in between his legs while she slightly pressed her back into his chest. From all the odd situations in her life, this one was by far the weirdest.

"You need to relax more." He said and she shivered again as she felt his breath on her ear. " Point your forearms towards the keys."

He took her arms in his hands and moved then ever so gently. "Good. Now rest your feet flat on the ground."

Then once again his palms covered her small hands on the keyboard and he played the song pushing her fingers softly. The third drink was not the best idea, he thought, as he felt slightly buzzed. Anytime he took in her fruity scent he closed his eyes silently cursing himself for the stupid idea. Her back pressed to his chest, her hair tickling his neck, her legs against his inner thighs. He knew why he kept all the women at arm's length. They made him act stupid. Feel stupid.

"... and dried up all the rain..." He whispered and Cameron let out a light laugh.

"... and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again." She finished and looked over her shoulder at him with a smile, their lips only inches apart.

"HOUSE! Open the door!" They suddenly heard Wilson pounding on the door and Cameron jumped up hitting her knee against the piano and she shrieked.

"Ouch, shit." She let out as she quickly hobbled as far from him as she could. "I... I have to go."

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