A/N: This is my first foray into House Fanfic so, please, feedback is absolutely wonderful! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy.

I don't own the characters, which is very sad...

Wilson was a great oncologist. Even at his relatively young age, he was respected in the oncology community as an authority on cancer. He was not yet world renowned as his Diagnostician friend, House, was, but it would only be a short trip to that level of prestige. He got referrals from all over the United States and Canada. His patients ranged from the beggars on the street to the affluent millionaires looking for a second opinion. He could have had practically any job he wanted in any hospital across the board. He got a least one call a month from other respected oncologists, asking him to come and join their practice, but something kept him at Princeton-Plainsborough Teaching Hospital. When asked, he merely said that he was happy right where he was at and left it at that.

But that was only half of the reason. The other half was entirely personal and entirely irrational. He had barely admitted it to himself, much less to another living, breathing human being. Least of all to House, who would have disowned his friend for the mere mention of it. Because she was House's girlfriend and therefore untouchable. Wilson would have never done anything to jeopardize his friend's happiness, but it felt like he died a little bit more each day when he saw them together. Outwardly, he was happy and successful, everything everyone expected him to be. Inwardly, he was screaming.

That day started like any other. Wilson woke up, took his shower, got dressed, and went to work. He donned his white lab coat in the employee locker room and put on his most sincere expression. He was everything everyone expected him to be. He saw four patients that morning, had lunch with House, did three hours of clinic duty, and saw another two patients. By the time the last patient left, he was tired, but felt like his day had been successful and fulfilling. He had only had to deal with her once that day when she came and asked him to look over the biopsy results of one of House's patients. He had done so as quickly and as painlessly as possible, doing his best not to look at her more than was normal. He had, however, noticed that she was not her usual bright, happy self.

It came as a real shock when Wilson walked into his office at the end of the day and found her sitting on his couch. That in and of itself was strange, because he could count on one hand the times she had been in his office.

"Cameron?" he said, his voice confused.

Cameron looked up at him and he instantly knew that something was terribly wrong. There were tears streaming down her pale cheeks and her beautiful eyes were red and puffy. He had seen her cry before, but nothing had come close to what she was doing now. He was by her side in an instant, barely stopping to consider his resolve to stay away from her. He put a tentative hand on her arm and she seemed to take that as an invitation. The next thing he knew, she was sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. He patted her back awkwardly, trying to calm her.

"What happened, Cameron?" he asked, trying to sound as though the physical contact was not both elating him and scaring him.



"He dumped me," she managed to say through her tears. The admission brought on a fresh wave of sobs and it was several more minutes before she had calmed enough for him to ask her another question.

"What happened?" Wilson asked, again trying to control his own emotions and focus on her needs.

"I don't know," she hiccoughed. "Things have been going great. We were really starting to get close and then, a couple of weeks ago, he started pulling away from me. I tried to talk to him about it, but he wouldn't. And then today…today he…"

Cameron dissolved into tears again before she finished her sentence, but her point was clear enough. Wilson had nothing but sympathy for the young immunologist sobbing into his shoulder. House had done the same thing with Stacy seven years before. It had just taken less time this round.

Outwardly, Wilson's face was everything it should have been: sorrowful, full of compassion, and sympathy. But inwardly, his heart was singing with joy. She was finally free of House. She was a single woman again and, what was better, she had come to him. She needed him and he was more than willing to offer her comfort. He hadn't felt so happy in a long time. He put his arms around her more fully and rubbed her back soothingly.

"Shh," he said. "Everything will be alright, Cameron. Everything is going to work out just fine."

She cried for a while longer and then muttered that she needed to get home. Wilson frowned thoughtfully. Cameron was in no shape to drive, so he offered to drive her to her apartment, overriding her feeble protests. When it was all said and done, she allowed him to lead her to his car. She fell asleep on the drive to her apartment and, reluctant to disturb her peaceful slumber, he picked her up and carried her to her door. He fished her keys out of her purse, blushing furiously the whole time, and opened the door. Once he was inside, he carried her to her bedroom and put her in bed, covering her gently and brushing her long, brown hair off of her pale, tear-streaked face. He stood there for a moment, watching her sleep, amazed at how innocent and beautiful she was.

He had been married and divorced three times, to three different and beautiful women, but none of them could hold a candle to the beautiful, young woman sleeping in front of him. Wilson smiled before hesitantly placing a soft kiss on her forehead and heading out of her room, closing the door softly behind him. He made his way back to the living room and sank onto her couch, determined to be there for her should she wake up and still be upset. He kicked his shoes off and swung his legs up onto the couch. As he fell asleep, Wilson smiled contentedly. Things were finally starting to look up.

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