Disclaimer: I don't own House

This story was written for Venusdream as part of the House/Cameron fic-a-thon over at livejournal. Three things she wanted in her story was: 1) H/C nooky 2) Wilson giving advice3) Snow. I hope you enjoy!

Oh yeah it has the 'M' rating because the last chapter (part 3) has the 'nooky' ;)

Part 1

Although the masses often complained about it one of the main reasons Dr. Allison Cameron moved to New Jersey was the snow. She loved how in a matter of minutes the grime of the city could be wiped clean by a fresh blanket of fluffy white stuff. She loved the crisp smell of the air and the feel of the gentle flakes as they melted on her skin.

The last few months at the hospital had been difficult to say the least.

I thought you were too screwed up to love anyone. I was wrong. You just couldn't love me. It's okay. I'm happy for you.

On a daily basis the words reverberated in her brain. She had said her piece. That was her way of throwing in the towel. She had thought he couldn't love. When Stacy entered the picture she understood she was very wrong. She saved her dignity and bowed down, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her broken.

Her morning walks to the hospital had become the best part of her day. Although a foot of snow had already fallen she was easily able to walk in the tracks others had left behind. Children were already trickling out of their houses preparing for a day filled with sleigh riding and snowball fights. Deep down she so desperately wished to take a 'snow day' of her own and join them.

Crowds of children were already beginning to assemble as she walked up the path to the hospital. Hosting the largest hill in Princeton made it a popular attraction for thrill seeking adolescents.

Since she was painstakingly early for work, as usual, she dusted off a nearby bench and sat down. Watching the children play brought back some of the happiness that had been absent from her life for the past few months. She laughed freely as she watched the kids enjoying the day off that Mother Nature had provided.

She was so busy watching over others she was unable to recognize she was being observed herself.

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"See anything interesting out there?" Wilson asked, casually waltzing over to where House was peering out the window.

"Just watching ten future patients hurling their bodies down that damn hill," House answered, adjusting his gaze once Wilson was beside him.

"Funny how the hill is over there," Wilson pointed to the left, "while your eyes seemed to be focused on something over here," moving his arm to the right.

House was only able to shake his head and give his best what are you talking about expression.

"Ah, Dr. Cameron is out there. I must say I'm shocked." Wilson continued in his most sarcastic drawl.

House cocked his head and smirked. "I'm a doctor. It's my job to observe."

"Are you taking notes as well then?"

"No," House admitted, "but I very well should be. They'd make a nice addition to her psych file. Will you just look at her?"

When Wilson peered out the window his eyes quickly focused on Cameron perched on the snow-covered bench. He watched intently as she laughed at the children and then let out a small chuckle of his own as she grabbed handfuls of snow and threw them up in the air.

"So she likes snow. So what? Should we have Stacy sue her?" Wilson chuckled.

"Likes snow? She's like a kid in a goddamned candy store. What on earth can she be that happy about?"

"Just cause you're a bitter shell of a human being doesn't mean everyone else is," Wilson answered. "She's a drop dead gorgeous doctor in her thirties. What doesn't she have to be happy about?"

"Sounds like your cup of tea. I'm surprised you're not running out there to join her," House quipped.

"Hey, if you weren't standing next to me with a heavy wooden cane I probably would. That and the fact that she's, for some ungodly reason, infatuated with you."

"Was infatuated." House corrected. "She finally cashed in her Girl Scout cookies and went home. Seems I've proved to be too wild a lion to tame," House continued, puffing up his chest like the true king of the jungle.

"Can you blame her? I don't know how your own mother can stand you, let alone a beautiful woman. Maybe if you weren't a complete ass she wouldn't have thrown in the towel."

"You're right. I guess I should have brought her loads of roses and spouted sonnets on our date." House smirked.

"At least that would have been a hell of a lot better than rambling on about her need to 'fix' people. You made her sound like some sort of personal tool kit."

"Yeah, well, casual conversation makes me itchy. Me saying something stupid was inevitable, don't ya think?"

Looking over at the bench again he noticed Cameron had vacated the area and was sure to be entering the office at any minute.

"Look busy," House quipped. "I'd hate to lose our peeping tom license so early in the game." He was able to pass a quick wink in Wilson's direction before Cameron came barreling through the door, leaving a trail of snow behind her.

"All out of breadcrumbs?" House quipped.

Looking momentarily confused Cameron finally acknowledged the snow she had left behind and understood the joke.

"Actually I was hoping to leave you a trail to the clinic. Dr. Cuddy said you were supposed to be there ten minutes ago." Cameron sweetly smiled

"Well then I guess that's my cue" House answered, grabbing his cane and heading toward the door.

"I guess I'll head over too," Wilson sighed. "I should probably get some clinic hours in as well."

"Well then you're on your own Wilson because the OBGYN lounge is calling my name. I have a date with Saved by the Bell that I'm not willing to miss."

House limped over to the door and paused once he reached the frame.

"I'll be in the lounge Cameron but page me when one of your little friends comes in with a broken collar bone." That being said he smirked and headed down the hall.

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The rest of the day went horribly slow. House wasn't admitting any new patients and another foot of snow had left the clinic virtually empty. While House sat in the lounge watching sitcom after sitcom the ducklings spent their time reading journals and looking for a new case. Anything would be better than sitting in the office doing nothing.

When five o'clock finally rolled around all three were itching to get home. Chase and Foreman both offered Cameron a ride but she maintained that she would probably be better off walking seeing as how she lived right around the corner.

House vacated the office shortly after everyone else. He couldn't help but notice the familiar rear swinging in front of him as he walked down the snowy path toward the parking garage. While observing her movements he could easily tell that her head was once again in the clouds. She was looking at the sky with such a broad smile that he couldn't help but crack one of his own. He had to laugh when she opened her mouth and tried to catch the flakes falling before her. Beside being a doctor, he thought commonsense would naturally tell her that the flakes would surly melt before any hope of them landing on her warm tongue.

Watching her with such fascination he did what any other grown man would do. He threw a snowball at her. Missing his prime target, the large ball of snow struck Cameron roughly in the back of the head.

"Ow, that hurt," Cameron complained, turning around to face him while rubbing the back of her head.

"Sorry," House smirked. "I was aiming for your ass. Much more padding there."

"Gee thanks," Cameron sighed, nonchalantly checking out her ass.

"That wasn't meant to be an insult. You do have a really fine ass, but don't let Cuddy know I said that. She has a wild jealous side."

She had meant to give him a gentle shove, and was actually pretty sure that she had. Unfortunately the snow-covered ground became too big an obstacle for House to overcome and he soon found himself in a heap of it on the ground.

For a moment Cameron was completely shell-shocked at what she had done. She had just pushed her crippled boss down into a pile of snow.

"Dr. House, are you alright?" She spat out.

"I don't know how this stuff makes you so god damned giddy," House stammered. "I feel like I wet my pants."

Cameron couldn't help but smirk. Finally she reached down to grab his hand. "Here, let me help you before you end up needing two canes."

Before she really knew what was happening House jerked his hand and had her sprawled out in the snow beside him. A second later she was laughing uncontrollably.

"What? Is this snow laced with PCP or something?" House asked.

"No," she breathed. "I guess I just sorta feel like a child."

He could tell she wanted to continue but stopped when he gave one of his famous sarcastic smirks.

"Do tell Dr. Cameron, unless it's some sick story about you rolling around in the snow with a crippled uncle."

"Nothing like that!" she laughed, giving him another gentle shove. "This morning I was watching the kids play in the snow and I wished it was acceptable for adults to do it too. I just wanted to join in. And now here we are, rolling in the snow, and I couldn't be happier."

At House's confused expression she suddenly became embarrassed. "Never mind," she sighed. When she tried to bring herself to her feet she realized he was still gripping her arm rather firmly. Firmly enough to let her know she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Cameron squirmed under the microscope of his gaze. The fact that she was squirming amused him a great deal.

"Come on Dr. House, I have to go home."

"I thought you just said this was the happiest you've ever been? You're a real killjoy, you know that?" He replied, staring deep into her eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"I'm not sure what question you're asking," House replied. "I'm sitting in the snow because you pushed me here, I'm holding on to your arm because it feels nice, and I'm staring at you because you look a hell of a lot better covered in snow than those children over there."

"You know exactly what I mean," she snapped, thrusting her arm out of his grasp and pulling herself to her feet. "I'm done playing these silly little cat and mouse games. I won't play anymore, House." That being said, she grabbed any scrap of dignity she had left and stormed down the path.