The mentor

A/N: Heya, it's my first story, so I hope you enjoy. Really appreciate if anyone can read and review! Thanks :)

Sat in the lecture room with a hundred other fellows, Cameron could only concentrate on one thing, more precisely, on person. It wasn't the attractive Australian that sat beside her, and would occasionally compliment her, obviously with an ulterior motive then to boost her self esteem.

No he was far too conventional, too predictable. Cameron preferred the mysterious type, the ones that had an air of unknown about them.

And for Cameron there was one particular man that stepped out from the crowd, that fit her boyfriend material down to a tee. But it was the one person she knew she'd probably never have. It was her mentor, the renowned and rugged doctor, Gregory House.

It was probably also to do with the fact that he was her mentor that made him that even more so attractive. Knowing he was off limits made her want him more.

"And that question goes to... The smoking hot brunette in the middle".

Suddenly snapping out from her day dream, she realised the very man who was seconds ago, playing on her mind had now raised his cane, pointing in her direction.

" Dr Cameron, do you have a diagnosis to offer the room?" He announced having received no answer.

'Come on Allison, think! What was he saying?' she thought to herself in a desperation. Retracing through her subconscious mind, she scrambled together words, 'Elevated blood count... Swelling of the joints ...Exhibiting flu like symptoms'.

"Autoimmune", she declared to the room.

House stood staring at her, before a smirk worked its way across his face. "Correct Dr Cameron...Obviously not just a pretty face".

Cameron could feel the intense heat rising in her cheeks as they began to turn a scarlet red.

Others may have found the comment derogatory, but not her, she hoped that House really thought she was pretty.

"Right...Same time tomorrow. Also if anyone wants some extra brownie points around here, then getting me a cup of coffee tomorrow morning would be great! Black, no sugar... I'm already sweet enough". House announced in a sarcastic tone.

As the room dispersed, most of the crowd muttering some comment about what a jerk he was, Cameron hung back, purposely taking her time packing away her books in her messenger bag. As the room became more sparse, she made her way down to the front.

"Dr House"... She stalled, thinking of something, anything to say.

"Yes Dr Cameron"

Still desperately searching for anything to say, she could feel her heart pounding frantically within her chest. "I...um...I was just wandering...um... How would you test for decreased metabolic rate?"

A suspicious look masked House's face as his eyebrow arched. "You know the answer to that".

"I do?"

"Yep...You answered that very question yesterday".

'Oh damn' she thought to herself. He was right, she did already know the answer and she had already answered it the day before.

"This makes me think two things. 1) Your short term memory is extremely poor or 2) You came over and asked a random question, as you really you wanted to say something else but stalled?"

'Oh oh'. She realised that she had begun to blush. Stuttering, she began trying to think of a reply. "I was... um... just wondering if I could...sit closer to the front of the room. As my eyesight isn't so great". As the words left her mouth, she realised how stupid it sounded.

"Sure. The seats aren't designated, so you're welcome to sit where you choose". He said, quite unsure whether she was just improvising again. But he decided to spare her the embarrassment. "See tomorrow Dr Cameron".

"Yeah, see you tomorrow", she replied and quickly dashed out the room, hoping the ground would swallow her up. 'Why do I turn into a blubbering idiot whenever I'm around him?' she thought to herself.

That night, whilst laid in bed, all she could think about was her rugged mentor. As she closed her eyes she could envision him staring back at her with his piercing blue gaze, locking her into a trance like he's done so many times before. She tossed about in her bed, getting comfortable, before slowly falling asleep.