Warnings: Still AU and OOC
Disclaimer: I don't own House MD or any of it's characters.
"Wilson!" a familiar voice called from across the room. Wilson turned around only to see that it was House.
"What do you want?" Wilson asked once House stood next to him.
"Are you still angry because I didn't show up last night?" House asked.
"I was never angry," Wilson said. "And if I was it's because you had Chase give me this huge envelope for a post-it note that said 'sorry I can't make it'."
"That made you angry?" House asked.
"That's not the point," Wilson said. "The point is that my wife's coming home from her vacation soon and I don't want to spend the rest of it Houseless."
"Don't worry Wilson," House said. "You're not going to be Houseless for long." Wilson knew he was lying, but for some reason he believed him. Chase was soon across the room from them. Wilson was praying that House wouldn't talk to him. It had been such an awkward car ride to work. Chase hardly said two words to him. "Chase!"
Chase looked over at House. He hated the fact that Wilson was there. Why did House have to be talking to Wilson? "Yes House," Chase said.
House walked over to Chase. Hesitantly Wilson followed. "Thank you for delivering my envelope," House said. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble."
"No trouble at all," Chase looked at Wilson. "I rather enjoyed the trip." House noticed Chase's staring at Wilson and secretly wondered what had happened between the two of them. Of course he knew what had happened. He knew both Chase's and Wilson's character. They had fucked, there was no denying it. Without another word House and Wilson walked away from Chase. As soon as he resumed walking Cameron was in front of him.
"Where were you last night?" Cameron asked. Chase was shocked by the question. Why was she looking for him at night? "I tried to call you and you didn't answer the phone."
"Why'd you try to call me?" Chase asked. "Did something happen?"
"I was feeling lonely," Cameron said. "I needed someone to talk to." Chase was flattered that she had chosen him to talk to, but then he realized it was because no one else would have listened. House would have laughed at her, Wilson hardly knew her, and Foreman was flat out an asshole. "How'd you get to work? Is your car fixed?"
"No, Wilson drove me," Chase said.
"Wilson?" Cameron asked. "Why would Wilson drive you?"
"I felt like spicing my life up a little," Chase said. "I can't have you driving me to work everyday; we'll run out of things to talk about."
"We will not," Cameron said. She was insulted. She had always thought that Chase liked to talk to her. Of course he did, it was just easier to get a ride from Wilson considering what had happened.
"I'm sorry I got a ride from Wilson," Chase said. "It won't happen again." Cameron looked displeased. "I promise." Chase added with a smile. God, did Cameron love that smile.
"I'm not mad at you," Cameron said. She just couldn't stay mad at him. Chase didn't need to hear that. She had no reason to be mad at him. They were just colleagues. No, they were more than that and both of them knew it. Both of them also knew that it wasn't just because they had sex. They had felt it even before then. They were friends. "Just pick up the phone next time, okay?"
"Okay," Chase said. He felt horrible lying to her, but he wasn't lying to her and he knew she'd tell everyone He just couldn't let that happen. If he told her that he had slept with Wilson he knew what would happen. He'd get smacked and she'd tell Wilson's wife. If Wilson told her Chase would still get smacked and Cameron would advise Wilson to tell his wife. Chase didn't really see how it mattered who told her. In both situations he'd get smacked, but for Wilson's sake he decided not to tell her anything. The moment would come where he'd let her know. For some reason he felt as though he could trust her with this just not now. He felt as though she'd understand and keep it to herself when he made his decision. She always did have a way of making Chase feel understood.
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