Disclaimer: yeah, I don't own House. If I did we wouldn't need fan fictions to have Cameron and House together.

Spoiler: just a mention ofthe date in Sports Medicine.

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first House fanfic, so please be gentle. Review and let me know what you think. I also have a yahoo group dedicated to mainly House/Cameron stuff. I just created it and need people to join! Now, here we go…

Jealousy

Chapter 1

It was a relatively slow day at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. It was a rare turn of events that everyone was sure to take advantage of, especially on such a pristine day. Some caught up on paperwork, while most had decided to call it a day. One, however, thought that this would be a good opportunity to catch up on General Hospital. Doctor Gregory House sat in his office watching his favorite soap and eating a Ruben sandwich, no pickles. The show was almost over when his friend, and fellow doctor, James Wilson decided to enter his office.

"What's with you?" House asked, noting the slight swagger in his friend's step. "Auditions for the next pirate movie are down the street, not down the hall."

"Very funny," replied Wilson. "If you must know, my divorce with Julie is finalized today."

"Well then, since you were so adamant that this wouldn't happen again, shouldn't you be in your office sulking, or doing whatever it is that divorced men do?"

"Again with the funniness. No, I've decided to take a different approach to this divorce. I've decided to get right back in the saddle. No sense in waiting."

"Ah, I see. Putting that statement through the Wilson-to-House translator, that means that you already have your eyes on someone else."

"As a matter of fact, yes I do."

House was about to ask who it was when Doctor Allison Cameron chose that moment to make an appearance. All conversation stopped the second she entered and Cameron put on her best 'what?' face. She made her way to House's desk, muttering apologies along the way. Wilson hadn't taken his eyes off her since she entered, and House- strangely- didn't like it.

"Can I help you, or have you decided to become my own personal office art? Not that I mind, but it's already hard enough to get work done just knowing you're around here somewhere," he said a little more crudely than he meant.

Cameron gave an annoyed look before starting, "Nineteen year-old claims ofviolent chills, high fever, sweating, fatigue, headache, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and abdominal cramps."

"Well have you checked his eyes for any sign of sickle cell disease?" House asked, very content at not having a patient at the moment and intent on keeping it that way.

Cameron sighed, knowing his game. She was about to answer when Wilson interrupted her. "I could check him for any signs of cancer," he suddenly blurted out.

House gave Wilson a questioning look while Cameron just smiled at him. Then see looked at House as if to say 'so there.'

She turned to Wilson and said, "Thank you, Wilson." She gave him one of her more stunning smiles before turning on her heel and exiting.

Wilson's eyes lingered on her form until she was out of site. House stared at his friend, suddenly baffled at his behavior. There had been playful banter and then Cameron had showed up. That wasn't usually an unusual occurrence, but this time was different. This time all normal conversation had stopped. What the hell had happened?

"Well, now that that's over with," he began, but was cut off by Wilson.

"I have some tests to run," he said quickly. "See you later."

Wilson walked out leaving a completely perplexed House behind. His actions were making House question his sanity. Maybe the divorce was getting to him had been House's first thought. The man's lost it; finally cracked. Third time's a charm. He'd have to talk to him later.

As the day wore on, it had turned out that Cameron had been right. The case wasn't as simple as House had made it out to be. The patient was admitted and his expert team went about running tests. Lunch time came and went and House hadn't seen hide nor hair of his friend; though avoiding Cuddy like the plague hadn't helped much, he figured.

Eventually it was time to go home. Their patient's condition hadn't improved, but it hadn't worsened either, which led House to believe that it was something environmental. He needed to go home and think it over. Actually, he just needed to go home; screw thinking. It never did anyone any good.

Despite his best efforts, House had ended up thinking about Wilson and his strange behavior. The way he had acted around Cameron had been different. He wasn't usually one to openly gawk at her beauty. That had changed. But what struck House the most was recalling the way he had felt when Wilson was staring at her and when she smiled that heart warming smile at him. He didn't like it; that smile was reserved for him, damnit! Plus, Cameron was his to look at. That's why he had hired her. Things had been awkward between them since their date, but he found himself wishing that they weren't so he could speak to her normally and let everyone know she was his. He soon wore an expression of shock, wondering where all these possessive feelings had come from. Bad sandwich, he surmised.

House stepped into the parking garage and was met with the sight of Cameron and Wilson talking at her car, and seemingly having a good time. Cameron was leaning against the side with Wilson leaning next to her, facing her. They looked cozy. The unidentified feeling that had been with him since the exchange in his office crept into the pit of his stomach again.

'Stop them,' his mind told him as Cameron let loose a laugh. He hobbled over to them, a snide remark at the ready. "Aw, isn't this sweet?" he said. "Two workers finding love in the parking lot. Has a nice fairy tale quality to it. Makes me sick. Do you think it's an allergy? Good thing we're at a hospital; could be serious."

Both Cameron and Wilson rolled their eyes before Cameron asked, "What are you still doing here, House? It's almost five-thirty; thought you'd bailed outta here a long time ago."

"Well, Doctor Cameron," he stated. "Contrary to popular belief, I do actually get work done while I'm here."

Wilson snorted and Cameron shot him a smile. "Well, you must be really good at hiding it because catching up on General Hospital doesn't look like work to me," she replied, laughing.

"Oh, my side. You're a real riot, Doctor Cameron. For your information, it's a lot harder than it looks."

Wilson took this time to intervene and said, "I'm gonna head home now. I'll see you tomorrow night?"

House was about to answer, assuming that he was speaking to him,when Cameron said, "Yup. Pick me up at seven?"

"You got it. Seven it is."

After House was through being astonished, heglared daggers at Wilson's retreating back. What the HELL was that? A date? Oh, nuh uh. He didn't like this one bit. He let his anger get the best of him as he remarked harshly, "Oh, that's sweet. Is he gonna bring you flowers, open doors, and have you home by eleven?"

Cameron shot him a sideways glance, her head still facing the way Wilson had gone, and said, "Probably. I do know, however, that he won't bring up things that aren't appropriate to make me feel like shit. He'll be a gentleman, unlike you."

Having said that, she got in her car, started the engine, and drove away. But House was rooted to the spot. Her words were replaying over and over in his mind. That feeling crept up on him again, and –thought still foreign -he knew it too. He just hadn't experienced it in a while.Jealousy would not look good on House.

A/N: done with chapter one. How'd you like it? I'll try to get another chapter up soon, but we'll see what school and work will allow. Please review! I love reviews and they inspire me that much more. Here's the link to my yahoo group:http/tv.groups. Well, till next time kiddies! "Oh my God. I'm so stressed right now. I just found out that only I can prevent forest fires…"