"Later," Amber murmured, cupping Eric's face for one last brush of their lips, more a reminder of their time together and a tease for what was to come than a proper kiss. They were both smiling and it was hard, but not impossible, to look away from his steadfast, shining gaze. They'd ended up spending the weekend together so it wasn't as if she hadn't gotten her share of his company (at the cost of her readings-- she was getting further and further behind). Just. They'd had fun and now Amber had to shift gears for an entirely different kind of love, this time for her work.

Having parted from Eric, Amber walked quickly through the hospital corridors with her typical single-minded determination. Perhaps she was behind on her studying, but on the other hand, she felt happier, more confident. Her joy wasn't precious like it had been in those earlier day with Eric, a bubble ready to pop at the first hint of sharpness. This was more like gold, solid and durable.

And as far as House went, wasn't it all a question of confidence? She already had the training and she was born with the smarts for this job. All she had to do was have her opinions and fight for them tooth and nail. That'd be easier than ever, even with Dr. Foreman on the side to disapprove of her medical decisions. By the end of the year, she'd be a full-fledged employee. With a smirk and visions of victory, Amber pushed into the locker room.