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Clinic Hours

Lisa breaks into House's secret stash and unwraps a red lollipop. She smiles, and puts up...

Satisfied, she busts out a Spanish dictionary to study while she mans the clinic. For Languages of Europe, ~~sicko~~.

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"Get the hell out of here!" Lisa laughs. "And I will be at that party, you're going I assume?"

Cameron snickers and nods, "I'll be there if I can. I promised Liz."

"Oh, you can't bail! Who will protect my honor when I stumble home?"

"Ah, we can't have that of course. Someone has to keep the pineapple away... Please, don't hit me." He laughs, not looking very worried.

"I would never hit you... you'd probably like it."

Cameron splutters and is completely speechless.

"You're adorable sometimes, and that is not a come on. Good thing I didn't say anything about erotic asphyxia or... you know what, that was probably a bad thing to say. You choking over there?"

He's not choking, but he's definitely getting as red as his lollipop. "Yeah, thanks for not bringing that up. I really appreciate it."

"I do my best. Hey, and if you need any help with the lady friend, on the down low, you know my cell phone number, right?"

"I er... thanks, but we've got this teaching arrangment going and it kinda works out." He shrugs and looks at the boards again. "I might want to get that check up, though."

"Teaching arrangement? You kinky minx! And I can do a work-up on you if you'd like. Go pee in this cup," she leans into a cabinet and grabs a sterile device. "and try not to get any on the outside because I still have to touch it when you are done. While you're in the bathroom, why don't you come up with whatever sex mataphor you'd like me to use when I ask the embarassing questions."

"Now?" Cameron looks at cup, but decides arguing is probably a bad idea and disappears into the bathroom. He returns a little while later with the cup ~~having made damn sure it didn't get wet~~. "Planes."

Lisa looks at the cup and smiles. It really is pristine, and she labels it with Cameron's name and a smiley face. "You've never... driven your gear shaft into the horizon line, right?"

He really hopes he got that metaphor right and blushes. "I have."

"Cameron, you dog! Okay, when you... did a roll maneuver in the friendly skies, did you wear your oxygen mask?"

Cameron looks pointedly down at his shoes. "Yeah, of course. Wouldn't want to have... little cessnas."

"How about... when you take a nose dive? Or your co-captain does?"

Cameron looks up confused. "A what now?"

"You know... the HEAD of the plane..."

He thinks very long for a moment, then thinks he might get it. "Oh, I err... we haven't done that yet. Well, I have but..."

"You fucked a girl before you went down on her... Cameron, you need to, prep the engine you know!"

Cameron stares horrified at Lisa. "No! I went down on her! I just, haven't asked her to return the favour."

"Wow, maybe I should have hit on you after all. Good for you, buddy!"

Cameron blushes, "I er... thanks. I think."

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