After about three months ago snow melted for good, and drizzle started falling from the sky. House was very busy, there was a few really messed up cases. He started to be interested in Wilson's actions, after Amber's death his friend decided to move on with everything and look for next 'women of his life'.

This Thursday was really awful. His leg was in pain, Vicodin supplies mercilessly shrunk and behind window it was raining hard. He came back from hospital vexed and tired. He took some groceries shop – he had to fill his fridge from time to time… Beethoven quietly flowed from the speakers and House sat comfortably on the couch going through portugese medical magazines. Doorbell woke him and brought him to the ground. Cameron was standing on the doorway and her soaked, blond hair was dripping water. She didn't have any coat and she was terribly shivering. He could swear that she was crying but rain covered her tears.

'Can I stayed at your apartment for this night?' she asked quietly.

He opened doors letting her in.

'I'm sorry that I'm…' she started 'But I don't have anywhere to go'

'All right' he said finally 'But I'm actually very… surprised that you came to me…'

'I don't have to drink alone. I thought that we can do this together and in the same room…'

He smiled. After that silence began to be more awkward.

'I have to dry myself...' she added

House nodded.

'You know where the bathroom is, right?'

She breathed a sigh of relief when she closed the bathroom doors. She looked at her reflection on the mirror for a while. Water was constantly dripping from her hair when there was door knocking. Cameron reached for handle and opened.

'I thought…' House mumbled 'That you will need something dry…'

He quickly passed a towel to her and even more quickly backed out of the bathroom. She didn't even had a chance to thank him.

She took the white, soft towel and when she wanted to dip her face into it, she noticed a gray t-shirt.

When she came into the kitchen House was pouring a tea bags with hot water. He put down the pot and looked at her carefully.

'It suits you' He smiled quietly. It was his second smile at this evening 'I think that it suits you more than me'

This grey t-shirt was too big for her. It was long to her knees, and the short sleeves were reaching her elbows. She didn't say anything, feeling very awkward.

Cameron sat on the couch and started stroking a pillow absently. He put a cup with hot tea in front of her.

'Later we will drink wine' He added.

'I'm sorry that… You know… Showed up here… I'm really sorry….'

'Stop it.' He said 'I feel like you are sorry that you were born. You showed up… so you are… If things between blond kangaroo isn't going well…'

'We broke up' She interrupted him. 'I had to move out from the apartment… Tomorrow I will call to people… my friends that I haven't had any news from years… I will take my stuff out of our apartment and… I will find something for myself.'

She was talking so fast like she wanted just throw out the words from her body and her mind.

'You don't want to listen that… right?' She added much slower.

'Well… It doesn't fit with the 'Moonlight Sonata' but… If I listen I will have one rumor more to sell the nurses…'

'Then… Christmas…. They said I cheated on Chase with somebody'

'I know. Wilson told me'

'You two… Are you gossiping about us too?'

'We have to talk about something during lunch, right? I don't want to talk with him about kids dying for cancer…'

She smiled to him. For ther first time today.

'Thanks House…. I wasn't expected that you will act like this. You showed that you aren't an asshole all the time.'

'Don't think that because I gave you my t-shirt I become Mother Theresa… Well…' He shrugged 'Maybe I'm getting old?'

She nodded, but the smile from her face was gone. House didn't knew what to do so he left to the kitchen. When he come back she was sobbing. He decided to touch her arm. In this case Wilson would know what to do. She turned to him and looked carefully at him with eyes full of tears.

'Really, thank you House' she whispered.

He took his hand away.

'I will bring the wine' He added.

'How are your new cases?'

He frowned.

'Do you really want to talk about my work and medical cases?'

'No, but we have to talk about something.'

He shrugged his shoulders. Right – he thought – but... about what? He can't ask her about Chase…

'Why you broke up with blond kangaroo?'

'House…' She sighed 'Do you have to?'

'Like if you don't know I'm not so good in chats… I'm just asking…'

'It's a long story' she answered evasively.

'Are you in hurry?'

'No… but I was trying to let you know that I really don't want to talk about this. Unless I get drunk, but then I can start babbling about everything and everything can happen.'

House smiled. For the third time.

'Ok' He murmured and poured some more wine to her glass 'With your permission.'

He watched her silently. Cameron stared at her glass full of red wine.

'This couldn't ended in a good way' She started quietly 'We've been together too long.'

He listened her. With glass in his hand, sitting on the other side of couch. It was rare view…

'We were so bad together… I knew it from the beginning, but Chase was so convincing. I said him that he seems to be faraway lately, that he stoped noticing me… We started spending less and less time together. He accused me that I am the absent one, that I work too much, just because I don't want to be with him…' She raised her head and glanced at him. 'Was he right, House? Am I really taking too much work? Well, maybe I'm not the relationship type, right?'

'I don't know Allison'

He saw tears coming down on her cheeks.

'Come on' He added very quietly. He moved closer and pulled her with hand. When she touched him, she completly fall apart.

'All this… This is so messed up…' she sobbed 'Everything. Me, Chase… Even you are different.'

'Should I do something else in this moment? That's what you mean… You want to hear me saying something ironic…?'

She slightly moved away.

'I just don't understand. Today you are one big mystery to me…'

He rolled his eyes.

'I told you. I'm getting old.'

He leaned his legs against coffee table and stared at the TV. In one hand he had almost empty glass of wine, when with the other hand he was hugging Cameron. She was sleeping with her head on his shoulder. It was so stupid and silly. They came closer, not only because of the hugging part when she was crying over his arm. They talked a lot, about themselves, about the weather, about the movie on TV. They were silent too… It was like those old, legendary stories about true friendship or like the way of spending evenings with Stacy 15 years ago. He glanced at the watch. It was few minutes before midnight. He moved slowly reaching for Vicodin but Cameron opened her eyes.

'Sorry, but I won't be sleeping here today. My leg won't stand it'

She blinked rapidly.

'That's nothing' she sighed 'Thank you'

House nodded.

'I wil bring you warmer blanket.'

Sudden knocking at the door was the first thing at the morning. She opened her eyes. Yes, she was at House's apartment. Again. On the couch. At the coffee table there were standing empty glasses and bottles of wine. Knocking changed to pounding. She got up and slowly came to the door. It was few minutes after seven.

'Cameron?!' It was Wilson.

'Wilson?' She felt awaken immediately.

Allison Cameron was standing in the middle of House's apartment wearing his grey t-shirt. At his apartment… in the early morning…

'I have to wake him up' Wilson said quickly trying not to look at her. 'House!'

Oncologist moved to the House's bedroom.

'House! Do you know that phones are for something….'

Allison was standing few steps behind him. She wanted to vanish into thin air, but there was no sign of this ability.

'What?' the voice rasped from under the covers.

'House!'

'Wilson?' House opened his eyes 'What are you doing here?'

'It's emergency. Noone can reach you. I understand that you had problems with charging your cell but you could at least learn how to pick up your phone here. Unless… last night you didn't want to… you two didn't want to…

'We haven't slept together' Cameron interjected.

Wilson firstly looked at her and then at House.

'Come on' he said 'Get up, I will drive you to the hospital'

'You must be kidding...' House growled 'What is this case that you…'

'Come on!' Wilson repeated 'I don't know anything. I was violently waken by Cuddy. She was all grumbling that she can't reach you…'

'You were sleeping with Cuddy?' House squinted.

'She called me. Phone, you know…?'

'Don't worry I will… leave everything on it's place and just… disappear' Cameron took few steps and gave him full bottle of Vicodin. House was mumbling something quietly when he tried to button up blue shirt. He didn't even looked at her.

Wilson urged him walking around at the doorways.

'You can leave key on my desk at the hospital' House said and slammed the door.

'What Cameron was doing at yours place?' Wilson asked when they were sitting on his car.

'She was staying for the night'

'Staying for the night?'

'On the couch'

'On the couch?'

'Are you going to repeat every my word?'

'That's one way to show an astonishment. With all do respect, but why on Earth she would want to stay at your place?'

House sighed and started to look for a Vicodin in his pocket.

'Because she broke up with Chase, and she didn't have any place to go…'

'I'm in shock' said Wilson straight 'I thought that there's nothing left to surprise me.'

'Well… Imagine…' House started 'Imagine that I'm going to be a father.'

His friend suddenly stopped the car.

'Do you?' He stammered.

'No, but I'm trying to prove you that there's a lot of thing in life that can surprise you. Or… Cuddy gets pregnant with… Foreman… or…'

'One day, when you are really nice to everybody?'

'Me? Nah. It's too cheap.'

She was standing in the middle of House's apartment and had no idea what to do next. Her clothes were dry so she could dress up. She cleaned his kitchen and coffee table. Well she can't show up at place where she lived for last two years… Chase probably didn't left it for work… She felt trapped. Like everything around here was watching her every move. Like she was an intruder at this apartment.

After lunch he decided to take a free day from irritating of his subordinates, and even more from the clinic. He went to his office and sat down at his desk. On the middle of countertop were keys to his apartment. Well, now again… it's time to get back to his old and proven life. Spending the evening with someone other than Wilson… it was an interesting change.