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Title: The Games We Play 

Author: Dr Alison Cameron aka Storm 

Rating: PG - depending on how your mind works of course. 

Keywords: House/Cameron, Truth or Dare. 

Summary: Sequel to Misunderstandings, House's thought's on the events of
that day. Slight House/Cameron references. 

Archive: fanfiction.net, fanfictionwriters.net. Anywhere else that wants
it, just drop me an email to let me know where. 

Spoilers: Nothing major. Slight references to Cameron's crush on House but
other than that you should be fine. 

Series: Yes - Truth or Dare, starting with:  Misunderstandings (Wilson's
POV) The Games We Play (House's POV) Work Day Interludes (Cameron's POV)
Skiving Again (Cuddy's POV) What Are You Doing Greg? (Stacy's POV) 

Disclaimer: House, Cameron, Wilson, Foreman and the rest of the House MD
characters don't belong to me, no matter how much I beg, but that's what
fan fiction's all about isn't it? 

Author's Notes: I couldn't resist putting up a sequel to
Misunderstandings, I'd left too many open endings to be comfortable with
it. I thought I'd do an explanation from House's point of view, then one
from Cameron's POV too and maybe one from the other characters. Who knows
where it will lead? No promises though, I've got no idea how this will
turn out. Read and enjoy. 

    The Games We Play.	

"House, what are you doing?" Cameron screeches at me in my office. 

I inwardly laugh then say, "I'm just sitting here," in a mischievous tone.


"Yeah but..." She say's dropping her voice low in case someone from
outside hears her, "stop trying to feel my butt.". 

"I'M NOT!" I yell loudly for the benefit of anyone who may be spying on
us. 

"First you come round my house at 1 o clock this morning, blind drunk, and
now you do this. What's gotten into you House?" Cameron shouts at me. 

Opps, she really believes I was drunk this morning, better not tell her I
was perfectly sober and knew exactly what I was doing, she'd kill me. 

"I'm perfectly fine," I says defiantly, trying to change the subject, and
quickly, "Stop trying to fix me." 

"I'm not trying to fix anyone." 

"Am too." 

"Am not." 

"Am too." 

"Am ... I'm not arguing with you House, we sound like a pair of five year
olds." 

I was kind of enjoying our daily bickering session, she`s changed a lot
since I first hired her, she`s a lot more confident and isn`t afraid to
have a go at me when she believes I`m wrong. I reach out my arm, playfully
`touching her butt' as she puts it. 

"HOUSE," Cameron yells again. 

"CAMERON," I yell back. 

I think quickly, looking for a way to keep her in the room for a little
longer. A smile lights up my face as I come up with an idea. 

"Let's play truth or dare," I suggest pulling an empty whiskey bottle out
of my bottom desk drawer. 

She looks at me with her head tilted to the side in thought, most likely
trying to work out whether or not I'm joking. It's kind of adorable, in
that cute, sickly kind of way. I'm going soft. 

"ARE YOU CRAZY?" Cameron finally answers by deciding to yell at me,
"anyone could walk in here." 

"So, shut the blinds and lock the door then," I suggest making it sound
like its the most obvious thing in the world. 

She pauses a moment defiantly, then goes and shuts the door and the
blinds, before returning to sit in front of me on the floor. 

I spin the bottle first and ask her, "Truth or Dare?" 

"Truth," she answers instantly. 

"Ok, what's with the teddy bear nightdress you was wearing when I dropped
by this morning?" that questions been bugging me all morning. 

"They're polar bears, and if you must know it was a Christmas present from
my niece." 

We pause a minute for the information to sink in, but are rudely
interrupted when the Brit one, comes charging into the office. 

"CHASE GET OUT," I yell loudly, causing him to jump and drop the file he
was holding onto the floor. 

I watch Cameron trying to hide a snigger. 

A few seconds later Wilson comes storming into the office, followed
closely by Foreman, their faces pale as ghosts, but trying not to laugh at
the same time. I think up a quip, about them needing to get checked out in
the clinic, but let it rest on my lips, unsaid. 

"Truth or Dare," Cameron proclaims, drawing my mind back to the game.  

She's really getting into this. 

Wilson, Chase and Foreman stumble out of the office and into the corridors
of the hospital. 

"Well that was interesting," I say, breaking the silence. 

"Maybe this game wasn't such a good idea to play at work," suggests
Cameron, getting up and leaving the office. 

Left to my own devices, I turn on the TV to see I'm just in time to see
General Hospital. The End.  That turned out better than I thought it
would. Sol? Good? Crap? Give up altogether? What do you think? I`ve
decided to turn this into a mini-series (like I`m famous for in the Bill
Category). So expect, the next instalment from Cameron's POV, then I might
do one with Cuddy catching them, then who knows? Tell me what you think in
a review please...