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As soon as he got home, he got himself a scotch. Stacy back here? What doe she wants now? He just had a wonderful moment with Cameron and here she is already.
Is phone rang. Wilson. "Hey, what is she doing here? How do you know she's here. And Thanks for telling me, I was at Cameron's."
"You mean Dr. Cameron, I guess." A female voice answered.
"Stacy? What are you doing here? Why are you with Wilson? And WHY are you calling ME on HIS cell phone? "
"To the point I see. Was I disturbing maybe?"
"Where is Wilson?"
"He's just next to me, he's driving."
"Put his earplug in, I need to talk to him."
"Wilson here."
"What the HELL?"
"I don't know!"
"Where are you?"
"5 blocks from your apartment."
"God, what the hell does she wants?"
"I don't know, and .. were we?"
"What?"
"Disturbing, were we disturbing?"
"Yes, no, well, I don't really know, I'm confused."
"My friends, you're in deep shit."
"Why."
"Confused?!"
"Maybe it's because of the kiss."
"OMG, I want an update ASAP!!"
"I would like one too," he heard Stacy say.
"Go away, evil woman." He hissed trough his teeth, happy she couldn't hear him.
"I'll see you."
And he cut the phone.
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Stacy rang at his door.
"Hi, what do you want?"
"Can I enter?"
"NO, what do you want?"
"Can I come in?" Wilson asked. "I've got to .."
House stood aside to let Wilson pass.
"That's not fair!"
"Guy club, no bitches allowed. Well yeah, but I'm decent enough not to take you as a hooker."
"I see you're still mad at me."
"What makes you think that?"
"Greg, please let me enter, we need to talk."
"Hmmm."
He got to his couch. Leaving the door open.
"Serve yourself. I can't hold too much in my hands. One is used by my cane. You know, I've had an infarction."
"Greg," she said, going to the kitchen.
Wilson came back. House gestured: "How diiid she caaammme here?"
"I brought her, as you know." Wilson answered, pretending not to understand that House was trying to be discreet. Which was hilarious by the way.
Stacy came back from the kitchen with a glass of wine in her hands. Just like she's been living here. Like she never left.
"I should go." Wilson said, neglecting House's widened eyes at this comment.
"No you don't!" House answered.
"Greg, aren't we adults? I think we can talk together."
"Yeah yeah, bye James, I'll see you tomorrow. Oh and, Allison is coming to work tomorrow."
"Allison huh." Wilson smiled. He didn't know yet if House was calling her by her first name to intimidate Stacy or because of what happened before, with Cameron.
"Yeah, Ally, actually, but it's for a restrained amount of friends."
"Because, you have any other friends than me?" Wilson joked, before closing the door behind him.
"So, I guess it's only the two of us then." Stacy said while tapping the spot beside her on the couch.
"Seriously Stacy, What are you doing here? Did mark stop giving you sleepless night? And with that I mean the nasty nasty. 'Cause if it is, you should know I choose my hookers with better taste. The less they look like you, the more I'm turned on!!"
"Not like a certain brunette I know. She's so fond of you I bet you don't even have to pay."
"How dare you!"
"I dare! Greg, I've never stopped loving you. And when I came to you with Mark I could see you were still hanging in there. I know you, I know you a whole lot. And I'm sure that somewhere there, there's still a fire burning. For old times sake."
"Stacy, the only feeling I have for you now is … no wait, I don't have any feeling for you know. You've spoiled enough of my evening yet. Just GO!" House shouted, leaning on his cane in front of his door.
Stacy got up. House could see tears fill her eyes. Was she sincere? The hell with it, he is just in such a good shape with Cameron. He wouldn't spoil that chance for anything in the world. It's a miracle that she's still with him after all this times he's been pushing her back and forth. He still had to discover his true feelings for h and how she feels about the situation, and also why she kissed Wilson. But it seemed so … far. When he was with her on the couch, he just wished time froze.
Stacy was on her way to the kitchen, to put her glass in the sink.
Just when House opened the door to lead her out, he heard a female voice behind him.
"Hey, you forgot your pager, so I figured you could use it, see you're kind of a doctor." It was Cameron. She entered his apartment and froze instantly when she saw Stacy in the middle of the room.
"I'm sorry to interrupt." Cameron said before turn around and face House.
"You're not in.." House began, but Stacy cut him off.
"Do not worry, Dr. Cameron, I have to leave." She took her jacket and when she was at House's height, she said: "Greg, why don't we have lunch tomorrow? I still had to talk to you. And we didn't have a lot of time to talk tonight." She said, an insistent look on Cameron, as she wanted the young doctor to feel guilty about the interruption.
House and Cameron were speechless.
House felt bad, he saw how hard Cameron had to fight not to run away in tears. He wanted to take her in his arms. He wanted to tell her it wasn't what she thought. But he knew tonight was a bad time. He knew nothing would be solved tonight.
Cameron felt betrayed. What was Stacy doing here? Was she his emergency? What was happening? And why did he kis her in the first place? She felt betrayed like she'd seen in the serie before. He McDreamy tuned into the original House. Why did she fooled herself again?
"Whatever Stacy, I'll accord you one lunch, but then, just please leave me."
"Oh Greg, don't be so modest. Cameron might be your duckling, but she's not a little girl any more." Stacy got out of the apartment, but left the door open.
"She's right Greg, I' not a little girl anymore. Don't be scared, I'll be ok. Big girls don't cry. I have to go now. I have an emergency I have to attend to." And she left the apartment. Leaving House alone with his thoughts.
And those were not brilliant.
