Revelations of Time

Disclaimers Note:I don't own House M.D so don't even bother trying to sue me okay! But I do have some sort of claim on Hugh Laurie being British an all lol :P

Authors Notes: Well this is my first House story and I hope it doesn't totally suck! So please read and review. Constructive criticism is appreciated but no flames as they just will be used to roast my marshmallows!

Additional Notes:Sort ofspoilers for episode '6x8 Teamwork' then it goes AU.

Summary:Gregory House never wanted responsibility and he sure as hell never wanted a kid. That's why pretending Chase was the father would be better for all of them… That's what he was trying to convince himself anyway. HUDDY, CHAMERON romance and HILSON Friendship.

Chapter One

Six Years Ago

It was nearly midnight and after being kicked out another bar in town, Gregory House found himself stood outside Allison Cameron's apartment. Lazily he brought his hand up to knock and when there was no answer he knocked and knocked again until a bottle blonde in baggy baby blue pyjamas finally answered.

"Cameron!" House slurred.

The female doctor rolled her eyes at him. "What do you want House!"

"Can't a guy just pop round to say hi?

"No," she replied, rubbing her eyes. "Are you drunk?"

House leaned against the door frame and grinned. "Maybe," he shrugged. "Can I come in now?"

Cameron sighed and let the man in; he collapsed into the sofa whilst she walked off into the kitchen. His eyes scanned over the living area it was pretty bare, but that was to be expected seen as she had been living with her husband Chase for the past year. Soon to be ex-husband, he mentally corrected.

"You were wrong you know!" He called out. "About what you said earlier, me corrupting Chase."

Emerging from the kitchen carrying two mugs, Cameron silently sat down next to House and handed him a mug. It was hot chocolate, he would've preffered whiskey but this would do.

"He does see right and wrong," he went on saying. "That's exactly why he let that Dibala guy die and that's also why he's beating himself up about it."

"Mmm-hmm…" Cameron murmured into her mug.

"I get it if you don't want to rejoin the team, but stick around for Chase's sake."

Cameron set her mug on the wooden coffee table and studied House's face in amazement.

House screwed up his face, "What?"

"Are you actually thinking of someone other than yourself?"

"Just stop staring at me and say that you'll stay. Pretty boy will be of no use to me if he's moping around all heartbroken."

"Drink your cocoa, then I am calling you a cab," she said, House started to drink his drink then she asked him, "So why are you wandering around drunk instead of drowning your sorrows with Wilson?"

"Because," snorted House, "Wilson's a girl he'll want to talk about emotions and how I like Cuddy."

Cameron raised her eyebrows with interest. "The man finally admits that he has feelings for his boss."

"Shh," House drunkenly pressed a finger to her lips, "I didn't say that." He started to giggle, "But she is hot."

Cameron silently deduced that the older man was way more honest when drunk, but then again most people were. "It really gets to you, seeing Cuddy playing happy families with Lucas."

House to put his cup on the table, "Wrong."

"Her not acknowledging you've changed after coming off the Vicodin?" Cameron paused, waiting for House to answer but he didn't, she carried on, "You're not upset she isn't in love with you, you're upset that she doesn't love you as a friend anymore. And she's not going to with Lucas on the scene."

"Ha! Who cares? I don't, love is for suckers you of all people should know that. Remember when you loved me?"

"How could I forget?"

"I think you still do. You want me Cameron," House said in teasing voice. "Admit It!" he shouted a bit to loud in his drunken state, while pointing his index finger in Cameron's face.

"Now you're the one who's wrong." Cameron replied, pushing House's finger away from her.

"I'm never wrong."

"There's a first time for everything."

House didn't have a witty comeback for this one; he put it down to the alcohol affecting his brain, so instead he busied himself in drinking his cocoa.

"So if I was to ask you on a date?" He asked after a moment.

"I'd say no."

"What if I was to kiss you?"

"Just shut up and drink."

"No." House stated setting his mug down, then without another word he pressed his lips against Cameron's.

"House," she murmured, pushing him away. "You're sloshed and I've just split up with my husband."

House didn't care; he never did. "I'm not complaining." He leaned over to kiss Cameron again, at first she didn't move against his lips, but slowly gave up protest and responded by kissing him back.

It seemed she cared as much as him.

Not a lot.

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The next morning House awoke with a splitting headache, which was unsurprising considering the amount, he drunk last night.

Last night.

What happened last night? He remembered going to Cameron's, they had spoke about something, then he'd kissed her, then they'd...

He suddenly realised he was not in his own bed, he was in Cameron's. Maybe she slept on the sofa, he told himself. He lifted up the covers; he was naked apart from a pair of socks. So much for the 'her on the sofa' theory.

Then he noticed his clothes folded neatly on the end of the bed with a post it note on top of them. He picked it up and read it.

'House, as you read this I'm probably at the airport. I left some aspirin on the bedside drawer.

Allison x

P.s when you next get your chance tell Cuddy how you feel before it's too late.'

House rolled his eyes and screwed up the little yellow paper. He flopped back on to pillow and starred up at the ceiling. God, he could do with another drink right.