Chapter 2

Title: Chapter 2
Series: House's key
Author: Sevangel
Disclaimer: BtVS-Joss Whedon & House-Created by David Shore, owned by Fox
Rating:
A/N: Okay, the first chapter I did the doctors by their first names and this chapter I'm going to go by their last. I really haven't watched this show enough or read enough fan fiction to know which sounds better so if any of my wonderful reviewers would tell me which sounds better, I would so appreciate it. Thanks.
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House ignores his colleagues' questions as he walks down the hall towards his office. He never wanted his…whatever it is, with Dawn to ever come in contact with his work life but he should have known it would happen. It's not because they don't approve, he could really care less about that, but because until he knows whatever they have is, he wants to keep it quiet. He's pretty sure Dawn feels the same way seeing how she hasn't told her sister yet (a sister who in his opinion calls too damn much) nor has she done any of those annoying things females usually do when they want a relationship to 'progress' to a more committed stage. Dawn is the most laid-back woman he's ever been with; she doesn't pressure him about anything nor does she question his actions outside of baiting him. And he loves to argue with her, it gets his blood boiling. She gives back just as good as she gets and doesn't let what he says faze her in the least.

He opens his office door, his six shadows right behind him, and comes to a stop at what he finds inside.

Dawn is sitting cross-legged in the middle of his desk, her boots off and sitting by his couch. Her cell phone is sitting open on the middle of the desk, apparently on speakerphone as he can hear a whiny-nasal male speaking. She's turned his computer screen towards her and his keyboard is on her lap, her fingers flying over the keys. How she got passed the security feature on his computer, he's not sure, but he's more concerned with the conversation she's having.

"Dawn, I'm eighty-seven point twenty-three percent sure it's Ancient Aramaic." Andrew protests.

"And I'm a hundred percent certain it isn't." Dawn replies, her hand moving to the mouse to zoom in on the picture Andrew just e-mailed her.

"Dawn." Andrew whines

"Andrew, do you read Ancient Aramaic?"

"No."

"Do I read Ancient Aramaic?"

"Yes."

"Then which one of us is right?"

"You are."

"Very good." Dawn glances over at the door and holds a hand up. "Five minutes."

House nods and walks into his office to lean against the desk, curious as to what she's doing. He knows her degree is in Ancient Languages and Civilizations which is one of the reasons he finds her so fascinating. She's an anomaly; what seventeen year old goes to college intending to major in something as complex as Ancient Languages and Civilizations? She also speaks five languages that he knows of. She's a puzzle and he wants to break her apart to see how she fits together.

"Do you know what language it is?" Andrew asks.

"It's ancient Latin but I'm less concerned with the language and more concerned with the symbol." Dawn corrects. "Three stars and a sun; the Order of Aurelius."

"Angel and Spike…."

"Were never members." Dawn interrupts. "They both declined. But they are both of the Aurelius line and since Angel is the oldest living member, he has control over all their crap. Last I heard, it's in some storage shed thing in L.A. Okay, I'll call Angel to see if he has it and you need to go get Willow and Faith."

"They're in their room." Andrew argues. "Having s-e-x."

"Andrew, if you're old enough to have it, you're old enough to say it." Dawn says.

"But I've never had it." Andrew replies.

Dawn closes her eyes and counts to ten. "Andrew, go to their room and tell them it's time to put the dildo away and get to work."

"Fine, but if Faith hurts me, it'll be your fault." Andrew says.

"If Faith hurts you, I'll be very upset." Dawn replies. "There might even be a mourning period." She hits the end button before Andrew can reply and starts dialing another number, looking over at Greg with an apologetic smile. "Just give me another minute and I'm all yours." Her fingers continue to fly over the keyboard and the quiet, tense office is filled with perky, sunny voice.

"Wolfram & Hart, this is Harmony. How can I help you?"

"I need to speak to Angel." Dawn says.

"I'm sorry, miss, but Angel is busy at the moment." Harmony replies. "If you'd like to make an appointment…."

"I don't need an appointment to speak to Angel." Dawn interrupts.

"Angel is the CEO of a very busy law firm." Harmony's voice takes on a small growl. "An appointment must be…"

"Harmony, it's Dawn." Dawn cuts in. "Let me talk to Angel, now."

"One second please." There's a series of clicks and one ring before another voice comes across the line.

"Dawnie?" Angel questions.

Dawn rolls her eyes, hating the nickname most of her family still addresses her by. "Yeah, it's me."

"Is everything okay?" Angel asks.

"I'm fine." Dawn replies. "Andrew just called me. He came across a passage that references the Order of Aurelius as being the last group that had a diamond studded dagger that Willow needs for…something. It's about two feet long with Latin symbols along the blade. I'm guessing it's somewhere around fourteenth century."

"I faintly recall it." Angel says. "Why?"

"Can you get it to Cleveland in two days?" Dawn asks.

"Probably." Angel replies. "Is that all you…Damn it, would you get off me?"

"Niblet?" A cockney, British voice asks.

"Hey, Spike." Dawn smiles. "You keeping Angel on his toes?"

"Of course." Spike drawls. "Are you behaving? Are there some punk guys I need to come out there and kill?"

"Nope." Dawn replies. "No punk guys."

"But there is a guy." Spike says. "C'mon, niblet, you know you Summers girls can't lie to me."

"There might be a guy but that's all I'm saying." Dawn replies. "And no, I'm not telling you his name."

"I could just fly out there." Spike points out.

"You remember that little offer I got before I came out here?" Dawn asks. "The one you, Buffy, and Angel all but had a heart attack because I considered it. You fly out here and start trying to run my life, again, and I'll take the offer."

"You wouldn't." Spike growls.

"So would." Dawn replies. "I'm not going through this crap again. I'm twenty-one, Spike, and my sex life is my business."

"SEX!" Spike shouts. "There's sex?"

"That's none of your…"

"You were a virgin before you went out there, niblet." Spike rants. "I knew we shouldn't have let you…"

"Let me?" Dawn yells, ignoring the sound of Greg's cane hitting the floor. "I left because you guys wouldn't stay out of my love life."

"We didn't do…"

"Spike, you hung my date over an eleventh story balcony by his foot and threatened to drop him if he didn't stop seeing me." Dawn interrupts. "And I'm sure Bill misses having two testicles since Buffy decided he only needed the one. And don't even get me started on what Angel did to Justin, though I did talk to the doctors a few weeks ago and they finally got to take the straight jacket off him."

"Angel didn't mean anything by…."

"I really don't care what you guys meant." Dawn says. "Put me on speakerphone."

"Niblet, you need to calm…."

"I'm going to say this once." Dawn cuts in. "Yes, I am currently in a relationship type thing with someone who is twice my age. Well, actually, we pretty much just have lots and lots of sex." Dawn pauses, clenching her hands to try and control her anger. "And if either of you three even thinks about showing up here and running my life, I swear I'll take that job the Feds offered me and do every undercover assignment that I can get."

"You wouldn't." Spike growls.

"Try me." Dawn hits the end button and barely refrains from tossing the phone across the room. She hates this; she's been fighting for seven years to get them to see her as something other than the fourteen year that needed to be protected but they won't. They constantly make decisions for her and constantly decide what's best for her. It's the reason she moved across the country from them, wanting to get away. Willow, Xander, and Giles still treat her like a teenager but not like a little kid. Faith is the only one who treats her like she's an adult. It's one of the reasons she's falling for Greg; he treats her like an adult and doesn't try to make decisions for her.

She quickly logs off Greg's computer and straightens his desk before hopping down and stretching widely, her arms held high above her head.

House's eyes follow the familiar lines of Dawn's body, from her hip bones, flanked with two white scars he still hasn't figured out how she got, up to her flat stomach and to her breasts. He hardens in quick sync, mentally recalling what it feels like to be inside her, though it now makes since why she's so fucking tight. "You're a virgin?"

"Not for a whole month now." Dawn cracks her head from side to side.

"You didn't say…." House starts.

Dawn stops stretching and moves to stand in front of him, her eyes blazing. "Listen up, buddy, losing my virginity to you was my decision and it had nothing to do with you…"

"Nothing to do with me?" House repeats, glaring down at her. "If you'll recall, I was there."

"Okay, it did have something to do with you." Dawn agrees. "But don't you even start with the damn guilt about how you took my innocence. I wanted to have sex with you so I did, hell it was supposed to be a one night stand but you were so…"

"Good." House supplies with a smirk.

"Arrogant." Dawn corrects. "And I wanted to make you beg. And if you'll recall, I did."

House recalls that morning with another smirk.

"Besides, you're such an ass." Dawn continues, completely forgetting they're not alone. "I love fighting with you."

House uses the curve of his cane to pull her flush against him. His mouth lowers towards hers but before their lips meet, they're interrupted by a phone ringing. "It's Buffy."

"I know." Dawn agrees, her sister's number set to play the theme from Halloween. "I have to answer it."

"You don't have to." House says. "You might have misplaced your phone."

"Unless you want about five pissed off people storming this city looking for me, I have to answer that phone." Dawn replies.

"They wouldn't really come here just to check on you, would they?" Wilson asks, eying his friend's…whatever suspiciously.

"Yeah, they're really overprotective." Dawn replies, smiling her Greg's friend. Now that he's not trying to poke and prod at her, she thinks she's probably going to get along with him.

"Flying from Los Angelus to New Jersey is more than overprotective." House says. "It's insane."

"Yeah." Dawn agrees. "I warned you my family is completely dysfunctional, though a lot of it has to do with the kidnapping." She wishes the words back as soon as they leave her mouth, not having wanted that part of her life to touch him. "Can you just forget that part?"

"No." House replies. "What kidnapping?"

"When I was fourteen." Dawn reaches over to grab her cell and flips it open. "A crazy religious cult kidnapped and tied me up on some alter thing to sacrifice. That's where the scars came from." Before he can respond, she hits the speaker phone button, having no desire to be deafened by her slayer sister. "Hello, Buffy."

"Is he evil?"

"No, he's not evil." Dawn smiles at her sister's question, completely amused.

"Has he at any time ever been evil?"

"No and I'm fairly certain he's not seeking redemption or trying to atone for his past sins." Dawn rolls her eyes.

"Has he tried to kill you yet?"

"Buffy." Dawn says.

"Answer the questions, Dawn Marie Summers." Buffy orders.

"No, he hasn't tried to kill me." Dawn's fingers move up to massage her temples, having no idea how to explain her sister's questions. "And the only thing he's ever forced me to do was watch some dumb ass soap opera. I'm not you, Buffy, and he's not Angel or Spike. You need to stop pushing your issues off onto me."

"I know." Buffy agrees. "I know I need to but….men are evil and one of them is going to break your heart and I'm going to have to rip his balls off and shove them down his throat."

"Way to subtly threaten." Dawn says, noticing how half the room takes an unconscious step back. "I don't need you to…."

"Excuse me, who told Spike if he came near me again, he was going to wake up on fire?"

"He tried to rape you, what'd he expect, a parade?" Dawn rants and then stops, not wanting Spike to have heard her. She knows how much guilt he carries from that. "He didn't hear me, did he?"

"No, him and Angel are currently looking for convents to enroll you in." Buffy replies.

"I'm not even Catholic." Dawn points out.

"I made that same point myself." Buffy agrees. "Dawn, you're the baby of the group…."

"I know and everyone wants to protect me." Dawn interrupts. "But you guys need to let me be."

"I know." Buffy agrees. "And I'm trying."

"Guess that's all I can ask for."

"So, what's the dish?" Buffy asks. "Is he a hottie?"

"Buffy, you're on speaker phone." Dawn says.

"I know." Buffy replies. "And you didn't answer my question. What's he like?"

"In a weird way, he's kind of a combination of Giles, Spike, and Angel."

"So, what, he's a super intelligent smart ass that broods a lot?"

"Yeah, kinda." Dawn ignores Greg's protests. "Throw in my sense of humor and a nice ass and it's him."

"How old is he?"

"Forty-four."

A long pause follows.

Stacy stares at the phone, waiting for Dawn's sister to object.

"He has a job, right?" Buffy questions. "He's not some bum still living with mommy, is he?"

"No, he has a job." Dawn says. "So, is Xander back from Tibet yet?"

"No." Buffy replies. "And stop trying to change the subject. What does he do for a living?"

Dawn mumbles a response.

"I didn't hear that." Buffy says.

"He's a freaking doctor, okay."

"Oh, Dawnie, a doctor?" Buffy says. "And you're sure he's not evil?"

"Yeah." Dawn replies.

"Okay, I guess I'll trust your judgment on this but if…." A loud boom sounds through the phone followed by various people yelling. "Oh, gotta go. Love you."

"Love you too." Dawn replies. "Be careful."

"Always am."

Dawn flips the phone closed and turns around to find seven people staring at her. "I told you my family was nuts."

"Spike tried to rape your sister." House says.

"Yep." Dawn replies. "Bout four years ago."

"The same Spike that called you 'niblet'?"

"Yep." Dawn agrees. "Oh, he's harmless now, it was this whole thing. He and Buffy are good friends now."

"And you were kidnapped when you were fourteen?" House asks.

"Yep."

"And they're worried about you being in danger here?" Foreman asks.

"Yep." Dawn replies.

"And they're your family?" Cameron asks.

"Yeah, but not family as in blood family." Dawn explains. "Buffy's my sister but everyone else are just friends of ours; we're just really close and stuff."

"And the Aurelius thing?" House asks, shocked by this side of his…they really need to figure out what they are.

"Angel's family line." Dawn replies. "Spike's like his cousin through marriage or something."

"She didn't seem to care that he's twice your age." Stacy comments. "Only that he's a doctor?"

"Buffy hates hospitals." Dawn explains. "And she barely tolerates doctors."

"Thanks for joining us." House says suddenly, shooing the group of doctors and one lawyer out with his cane. "Tune in next week, same time, same place for another fun filled adventure."

"House, you have patients to see." Cuddy points out.

"I did." House points his cane back at Dawn who is leaning against his desk.

"Other patients." Cuddy says.

"I'm on lunch." House replies.

"You actually have to work in order…"

House slams the door shut in her face and turns the lock. He lowers and closes the blinds before turning to face his…"Okay, what are we?"

"What?" Dawn hops back up on his desk, her hands moving behind to support her weight.

House steps between her legs starts to lean after her when he stops suddenly. Grabbing her cell phone, he tosses in into the corner of his office and then lifts his phone off the hook. "What are we?"

"I don't know." Dawn replies honestly. "You want to be something even after listening to my family cause that was just the tip of one very big iceberg."

"I don't know what's going on." House says quietly. "But I want to…"

"Figure out what it is." Dawn finishes.

"Yeah." House agrees.

"Me too." Dawn says. She starts to lean towards him when something occurs to her. "Oh, you have to sit down." Dawn hops down and pulls him over to his chair. She practically shoves him down and then runs over to find her bag. Pulling stuff out, she tosses a box of recently purchased condoms onto the desk before jumping to her feet with an excited squeal. "You'll never guess what I bought."

"Condoms?" House picks up the fifty count box. "And judging by this, you have very high expectations."

"You betcha." Dawn grabs a pillow off his couch and throws it down on the ground in front of him. She kneels down on it, placing her prize out of his line of sight. "Okay, I'm gonna need to borrow little Greggy for this."

"He's kinda shy." House leans his head back against his chair, not really caring how many of Cuddy's rules he's breaking. If she hasn't fired him for all the barely legal shit he's done, she's not going to fire him for having sex in his office.

"Doesn't look shy to me." Dawn unzips his jeans and tugs them down to his ankles. His boxers follow and she quickly opens her surprise.

House closes his eyes, relaxed as Dawn moves around between his legs. He's curious as to what she's planning but after a month, knows whatever it is, he'll enjoy, especially if her mouth is involved. He faintly hears popping and opens his eyes to investigate when he's suddenly surrounded by her warm mouth. He groans at the first contact and then nearly jumps out of his seat when what feels like hundreds of little air bubbles massage his rock hard cock.

Dawn takes him as deep as she can, massaging the Pop Rocks around his staff. She can feel the candy's juices flow out of her mouth and knows his pubs are going to be sticky after she's done but doesn't care. It's unbelievable, the salty, musky taste of his skin combined with the sweetness of the cherry candy. She feels his hands fist in her hair and pulls away to look up at him with a lustful frown.

Her eyes are glazed over, her pupils dilated, and he can see her chest heaving from here. Her lips are bright red and trails of red juice flows out each side of her mouth. Her plump, juicy lips are formed in a pout and he's pretty sure it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

"You don't like it?" Dawn asks.

"Yes, of course I like it." House replies. "What is it?"

Dawn holds the candy up in the air. "Pop Rocks." Then she dumps the rest of the bag into her mouth and bends her head down to envelope his cock again.

His head falls back on a loud groan, his hips thrusting against her face. It's indescribable, the pleasure shooting through his body at the feel of her mouth and the candy. He moans loudly when she cups his balls and squeezes, her mouth deep throating him.

Dawn greedily swallows his release, the salty cum mixing with the remaining candy in her mouth. She feels more slide down out of her mouth as she cleans up his now flaccid cock.

House grabs her by the arms and roughly tugs her up, his hands moving down to unbutton her tight jeans. Together they push the tight fabric down, along with the lace thongs, before he shoves her down on his desk. He hears stuff fall off but ignores it as he spreads her legs.

Dawn places her feet on the arms of his chair, pulling him closer to her sopping cunt.

House places his hands under her ass and lifts her towards him as he bends his head to lap at her wet folds. She bucks against him, squealing loudly when he bites her clit. "Can't you be quiet?"

"Yeah, cause you were just the perfect example of discretion." Dawn says, her hips thrusting towards his mouth. "I wonder how many people heard you moan my name."

"I didn't moan your name." House tugs on her clit with his teeth while three fingers burrow inside her tight body.

"You…..fuck, harder…did." Dawn pants, rotating her hips against him. After only a few moments of his ministrations, she feels the familiar tickle in her belly and tugs at him with her feet. "Inside, want you inside."

"Fuck yes." House grabs the box of condoms and rips it open, scattering foil packets over his desk, floor, and them. He tears one open and stands up as he fits it over himself. His leg is throbbing but he ignores it as he pulls her towards him. He's in her to the hilt in one hard thrust, Dawn's back arching on a screech.

Dawn's hands grips the sides of his desk, deep, guttural moans escaping her mouth every time he pulls out and plunges back inside. She knows she going to scream, can feel it building, and sits up quickly, her mouth slamming onto his.

He swallows her scream along with the faint taste of his cum and cherry candy. Two more thrusts and he's cumming deeply, his face burying in her neck to muffle his shout. He collapses back onto his chair, pulling her with him.

Dawn snuggles into his chest, rubbing her nose in his familiar scent. She loves these moments, loves how warm and safe she feels with him. But she can feel the tension in his body, see the pain covering his face. "Where are they?"

"Top drawer." House combs his hand through her hair.

Dawn pulls the drawer open and pulls out a bottle of pills. Opening it, she dumps two into her hand and then brings them up to his mouth.

House picks one of the pills up with his tongue and swallows it. "One's good."

"Okay." Dawn puts the other pill back in the bottle and tosses the bottle back into the drawer. "So, how was your day?"

House laughs and kisses the top of her head. "Okay. Yours?"

"Fine till I got tossed around." Dawn replies. "But then I got to have hot candy sex so it's all good."

A loud knock interrupts their afterglow.

"House." Wilson says from outside the door.

"He's not home." House says.

Dawn stands up with a sigh. "I should probably head home anyways." She starts to pull on her panties but decides against it. Instead she pulls her jeans back on, grinning at House when he licks his lips. She drops her barely there lace thongs onto the middle of his desk and bends down to grab his clothes.

House pulls the used condom off and drops it on top of a file. Then he pulls his boxers and pants on without once looking, his eyes completely focused on Dawn as she collects the spilt condoms. He realizes he's going to have to shower as soon as possible, his pubs starting to dry in clumps from the candy. "So, how many bags of candy did you buy?"

"Five, why?" Dawn replies as she dumps the condoms into the ripped box. "You know this is like the fifth box we've ripped open."

"I know." House agrees. "Save a couple and I'll come over after my shift."

"Okay." Dawn agrees, throwing the empty candy wrapper on the desk next to the used condom and her panties.

"Lovers." House announces as he walks around the desk to stand in front of her. He reaches down to grab her bag and helps her settle it on her shoulder. "We're lovers."

"Works for me." Dawn leans up to soothe the tension from his forehead. "See you tonight?"

"Tonight." House repeats, bending his head towards her mouth.

There's another knock followed by the jingles of keys and soon afterwards, the opening of the door.

"I really need to find away around that." House mutters against Dawn's mouth.

"Mm hmm." Dawn agrees, nipping his bottom lip before pulling away. "Bye."

"Bye."

Dawn turns around and walks towards the door, jerking her head around when something smacks her ass, hard.

"Gotta keep you in line." House twirls his cane mischievously.

Dawn rolls her eyes and then walks away, smiling softly at the men just outside his office.

Chase, Foreman, and Wilson watch her walk away, heads craning to watch her hips sway down the hall, until she's out of sight. Then they step completely into House's office, the doctor leaning against his desk with a smirk.

"Cuddy is about to kill you." Wilson warns him.

"Good think I'm in a hospital then, isn't it?" House replies.

"He's serious, House, she's pissed." Foreman says. "Stacy too."

"I figured they would be." House replies. "I need a shower before I face the hen squad."

"You need to air your office out." Chase says. "It smells like sex."

"You sure?" House asks. "I thought it smelt like cherries. Oh, well. Speaking of cherries, you guys ever eat Pop Rocks?" He holds up the wrapper.

"Yeah, as a kid." Foreman replies.

"Me too." Chase says.

"Good." House replies. "You wouldn't happen to know how to get it out of pubic hair, would you?"

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Next chapter: The doctors' (and one lawyer) reactions to being kicked out of House's office and their eventual confrontation with House.