Authors note: Okay let me explain my thoughts on House. I am a total H/W shipper but this fic is just friendship so if you're not into slash don't worry. I am 100 against Hameron, in fact I don't really like Cameron at all. But I do like her scenes with Wilson for some reason so putting all that together I give you my first House fic. Be warned I'm grammatically challenged but I hope it's understandable.

"Dr. Wilson. Dr. Wilson!"

Wilson slowed his pace through the parking lot but did not completely stop. He recognized that voice that always seemed slightly irritated from Allison Cameron. He rolled his eyes. 'What does she want now?'

She scurried to catch up with the older doctor. "Hey, what's going on with House?"

'It's about House, go figure.' His expression remained neutral. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She put on her sour face, "come on Wilson. He's been acting distant, more so than usual. If there's something wrong then you've got to know about it."

Now Wilson did stop and turn to face her, "Distant? Maybe he just didn't feel like talking to you."

She pretended that wasn't true, "I said more so than usual."

He held up his arms in frustration. "Look Dr. Cameron I don't know what to tell you." He tried to walk away but Cameron would have none of that. She still kept pace beside him.

She let the moonlight guide her through the seemingly vacant parking lot. "He already went home."

"I'm aware," he said still trying to escape.

"Well, are you going over there?"

He rubbed his hand across his brow. He was so tired and not in the mood for any conversations.

"I don't know. I might." He was going to see his friend and was supposed to be bringing food but the oncologist wasn't about to tell that to Cameron.

Cameron seemed to sense he wasn't being entirely truthful with her. She crossed her arms, "I have a right to know."

"Know what? He was having a bad day, pain wise. He'll be fine. Do yourself a favor and worry about your own life."

'Jeez he's snippy tonight.' She tried to speak but Wilson cut her off, "yes, I'm going over there and you are making me late. I'm tired and I haven't been having the best day either so if you could please just go home, I'd really appreciate it."

"I'm just trying to help. You don't have to be the only one who takes care of him. You're certainly not the only one who cares about him."

"I know I'm not but right now he's not up to sharing with anyone else, he's barely up to sharing with me and I really don't see how you pumping me for information is going to help you."

Before more could be said two bright headlights came, lit the shadows on their faces and a horn blared in their ears. The heads turned simultaneously to see a huge monster of a truck barreling towards them.

Wilson looked from the truck to the frightened young woman standing by his side and made a decision.

Cameron felt strong arms give her a hard shove and the next thing she knew she was on the ground as the speeding vehicle passed her.

Her eyes went wide as the truck slammed into a parked car leaving an unmoving Wilson lying twisted and bloodied on the pavement.

"Oh, God." She tripped over herself as she struggled to stand. She was vaguely aware of quickening footsteps behind her.

"Cameron! What happened?" She turned her head to see Chase running towards her. He pulled her to her feet. She pointed to Wilson.

"That truck, they hit him, they just hit him. I don't know…it was so fast." She remained frozen but Chase was already kneeling over Wilson.

"He's alive," he stated calmly.

Cameron walked over to the two men and stared down at them. "Cameron go back inside and get help."

The woman made no effort to abandon her spot. "Cameron." Chase gently placed a hand on her arm. "Cameron, go. He's alive but he's not going to stay that way unless you go."

Wilson looked horrible. His eyes were closed but she could still see pain in his face. His hair was matted with blood, from where exactly, she couldn't tell. His left arm was definitely broken. A good portion of his face had blood draining from it too.

"Cameron, go now!" Finally she turned and sprinted back into Princeton Plainsboro.

A short while later Wilson was being rushed to the OR. Chase was right alongside the gurney and Cameron was helpless as they passed.

"Is that Wilson? What's going on?" Foreman came up beside her.

She shrugged angrily, "he was hit by a truck in the parking lot, we were…talking and then he pushed me out of the way. Foreman he saved my life."

"How bad is it?"

Her voice was starting to betray her now, "It looks pretty bad."

Foreman sighed and shook his head, "the driver?"

"Perfectly fine. The cops came and arrested him. He was drunk," she didn't try to hide her bitterness.

Foreman continued to question her, "House?"

Her eyes snapped up and locked with his.

"Have you called House?"

Cameron had been trying not to think about that. "I can't. I can't tell him that…He'll never forgive me if he dies and even if he doesn't he's going to hate me." Now tears came.

Foreman said nothing as he pulled out his phone and started to dial. He put the phone to his ear.

"At least get a hold of Cuddy," he said as he waited for his boss to pick up. At first she didn't move.

"Cameron, he's got to know."

The younger doctor nodded and headed for the Dean of Medicine's office.

Author's Note: Okay, so it's not exactly original but at this point I think anything that can be done to Wilson has been done to Wilson. Also I know it's short but I promise the chapters will get longer. Please R&R, thanx buds.