For Jo who wanted House, Wilson, & Cameron together...somehow. Thank you Lori for the amazing beta and just being the cool cat you are! And yay for Boston in December!!
And
as two flames to larger flame unite,
So Arthur looked on whom he
made his knight,
And he on Arthur, and at once they knew
In
knighthood's high resolve they were not two,
But single in all
thought and all they did.
Twofold in strength thereby to all
attain,
Or all by discord render void and vain.
The Song of Arthur by S. Fowler Wright
Throwing files around his office wasn't going to help ease his anger and frustration. Wilson sighed and started to shove them haphazardly into his briefcase, simply wanting this day to end. The hurt and resentment simmered below the surface and threatened to overwhelm him if he didn't just leave.
You were either going to help me through this or you weren't.
The words continue to ricochet around his head, leaving him both torn and disappointed. Gathering his things he locked his office door for the night and as he turned around, bumped straight into Allison Cameron.
"What are you doing here this late?" he asked her.
Cameron tugged her coat tighter around her. "I actually came by to talk to you for a minute."
"Does it have to be right now? I've had a long day and I just want to go home."
"See, that's what I came to see you about. I know that I didn't help matters much today… but I wanted you to understand where I was coming from." Cameron shifted from foot to foot. "I wanted to talk to you about everything that happened today."
Wilson rubbed a hand tiredly over his face and sighed, "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Cameron. That is, if your boss can find it in his heart to allow you five minutes away from the perfect game. And tomorrow Cameron, will it really be necessary to follow me around all day?"
Cameron crossed her arms and stared back at him, "I don't understand you at all, Dr. Wilson. You think I don't know what you and House say about me behind my back? Oh, isn't she the naïve one, isn't she too emotional. The minute I stand up for myself, for my career, all of a sudden I'm too strong. Just do what we say Cameron, there's a good girl."
Wilson sighed again. "That's not what I meant."
"Of course not." Sarcasm dripped heavily from her voice. "Good night, Dr. Wilson."
Cameron turned and stalked towards the elevator, leaving Wilson staring after her. He knew he would have to talk to her in the morning; he just didn't have the energy to chase after her tonight. He might need her help in the near future, although with Cameron her loyalties would probably lay closer to House than with him.
Turning towards the exit, shoulders slightly slumped; Wilson parked himself at the bus stop bench and placed his briefcase between his legs to wait. He could feel the gentle push of the wind swirl fallen leaves around him and in the distance he could hear the rumble of an engine. He was not surprised to see House pull alongside him at the curb of the bus stop.
Wilson just stared at him, House staring right on back, each waiting for the other to flinch. Neither man strayed from the cat and mouse game they were playing. House pulled his glance away first, driving away without a backward glance. Wilson just shook his head and slumped lower on the bench. He had his answer before House had even left his office earlier that evening, but this only demonstrated his point. He truly was alone in this battle. No House, No Cameron, and Cuddy seemed to be avoiding him all together. She didn't even put up much of a fuss when he had told her he was shutting down his oncology department. Wilson looked up at the sky and only hoped it wouldn't start raining before the bus came by.
He stopped by House's office and conference room the next morning, hoping to catch Cameron, knowing House would not be around this early. Some things remained predictable. He waved at Foreman who was leaning against the sink, sipping from a mug.
"Have you seen Cameron?"
Foreman looked at him and nodded, "She just went down to the café to get food. I was hoping she'd bring back bagels. If you see her, can you mention the bagels?"
Wilson just waved his hand in thanks and turned to leave the conference room, side stepping Chase who was just entering, coffee already in hand. Wilson moved quickly to the cafeteria, wanting to catch Cameron before she left. He saw her sitting on the other side of the room, facing the window. Approaching her quietly he asked, "Do you have a minute?" and watched as she visibly tensed up.
Turning to face him she simply waved her hand at the empty chair across from her. He sank into the seat and waited until she glanced back towards him. "Cameron, I'm sorry for snapping at you yesterday. I'm just under a lot of pressure and my biggest concern right now is my patients. "
"I'm concerned about your patients as well. It's just that with everything that's going on right now, I can't take any chances. I don't know why Tritter has isolated you, although I am pretty sure you do." Cameron leaned back against her chair, arms crossed.
He rubbed his hand over his forehead. "I just need your help for the rest of the week while I work on transferring my patients to other oncologists. I spoke with Cuddy and I'm going to pull clinic hours once I get my patients referred. Can you do this for me?"
Cameron's lips twisted down as she realized that Wilson was not going to tell her more about the situation with House. "Look, I'll see what I can do. It's not exactly a walk in the park with what's been going on." She stood up with her coffee cup. "You have to get this fixed. If you could be targeted so easily, who's next? Us?"
He stopped her progress with his hand on her arm, "It's not up to me to fix this. This is House's problem, his mistakes, his addiction."
"No, it's our problem, our mistakes. This is only going to get worse before it gets better."
He knew she was right; it was only a matter of time.
