So I started a new fic and school started two days ago, and I'm insane and really hyper and my mom just got a new job so everyone is super happy. And yeah. Here's the new fic.

It was a fundraiser that they were forced into by Cuddy.

Wilson could tell her that it was for the children until he was blue in the face, but all he got was a glower from her.

"It could be for my therapist after I stop working for House! I don't care. This sucks." Wilson chuckled.

"Worse for you then me."

"Yeah." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Unless you want to be the one wearing the hoop skirt."

"No. I'm fine the way I am Allison." The idea had been a good one, in a wacky way. A sort of clue set in the 1850's with everyone dressing in accordance to the time. There would be a dead body, and each person would be given a personality.

Not many people had been forced into it. Just the diagnostic department (payback for House), Wilson (to keep House in line), Cuddy (because she had planned it), and some other people who worked at the hospital. Although everyone had to dress up, the benefactors would be sitting in the audience, trying to figure out the murder, while PPTH staff acted out ideas and suggestions.

That was how Cameron ended up with Wilson driving to the place the party was being held.

"It's not fair."

She gestured to her clothes. And then to Wilson's. He wore a coat with tails, a top hat and dress pants. The pants were tight and the shoes looked like heels, but that was really nothing compared to her outfit, or her personality.

Each person had already been given a personality to learn. It had come with the costume and invitation.

"I have to be the 'fair maiden'." She sulked.

It was true. In her crimson hoop skirt, white stockings and white gloves Cameron played the part of 'fair maiden' well. Diamonds glistened in her ears, and although the fabric for the lower half of her body could be used to blanket a small country, the upper half could have been used as a napkin for two people in said small country.

"I look worse then you though, sis."

Cameron snorted. In her description, Wilson had been named as her brother. Apparently, Allison had been about five when she was orphaned (her mother dead from childbirth, her father from pneumonia). She had been taken in by her Aunt and Uncle, Wilson's parents.

Allison had been engaged to someone (she had no idea who yet, that was part of the surprise) and he had mysteriously been murdered. That was as much information as she had been given. Oh, and Wilson was married to Cuddy. But that was just a whole other mess of worms.

In her description she had been told that she could share her information with Wilson and no one else. So now, she knew that she hadn't wanted to marry whoever she was engaged to. She had actually been in love with her brothers' best friend.

"This is to much Wilson. I feel like I'm in a soap opera."

"Life at PPTH is a soap opera though."

That was true enough. With the scandal of her and Chases' 'microwave pizza' and House faking brain cancer to get high, as well as Foreman considering quitting, PPTH was a gossip mill.

"How did I end up being the one that the entire story revolved around?" She snorted. "There are about ten other women the parts could go to."

Wilson smirked. "I think it may have had something to do with the fact that you were in drama and a bunch of plays until high school."

"The last time I checked though, I was a doctor, not an actress. Maybe I'm crazy though."

Wilson shook his head. He had a feeling Cuddy had ulterior motives for making her the star of the little drama they were about to play out. He was sure that he knew her well enough. The fact that they had been living together for five months may have helped a little. But just a little.

House stared at his reflection in the mirror, glowering at it. He was dressed as what would be considered 'a southern gentleman's' clothes complete with top hat and cane.

He was waiting for the music of Top Hat, White Tie and Tails to begin so he could dance himself into oblivion.

The whole night House was sure, had been designed by Cuddy to torture him. He hated idiots, working in clinic and any form of acting. Especially the murder/mystery that was planned.

Wilson wouldn't even give him a ride. After faking the cancer, Wilson had gotten uptight. He was mostly seen with Cameron, which made his chest constrict.

Wilson wasn't supposed to take his girl. It didn't matter that they weren't together in any way, shape or form, she was his.

House left his condo, determination in his step. He would make sure that Wilson wasn't going to get near Cameron in any way that wasn't platonic.

"Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to PPTH's first ever murder/mystery game. Our story begins on a cold, rainy night in 1853-"

House rolled his eyes and glanced over at Cameron. She looked beautiful even in the hoop skirt. Especially because her top left little imagination. Now, if he could see her legs- that would make dressing worthwhile. Almost.

They were waiting in the wings – so to speak as Chase – lucky bastard – began the sorrowful tale. At least the wombat was dead though. He wouldn't be getting Cameron in the game either.

I promise that there will be new chapters of the other stories up soon. I hope so anyway. My muse is being stubborn. Any one who reads the notebook, the next chapter is the final chapter, but I can't seem to get it right and I have given up a little at the moment. Hopefully it will be up soon.

Jess

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