Chapter 10

House sat in his desk chair tossing his oversized tennis ball at the glass wall. He was deep in thought, but had still managed to notice that Cameron had left the diagnostic room several minutes ago.

A few months ago, they were shopping when Cameron spotted a motorcycle helmet for herself and bought it. She insisted on it, because she didn't want to ride with him until she had her very own, instead of the unsafe practice he had of just loaning her his. He would have thought she would have picked out a girlie color like pink or purple. To his surprise, she actually picked blue, the exact shade of his dream shirt. (reference: the shirt she wore to bed the very first night)

This morning, her helmet was missing from its place next to his. This had left him a bit puzzled. She had left in her car that morning, before he had even drunk his coffee. Not only that, but she was wearing a skirt, not pants, and she refused to ride with him when she wore a skirt.

Wilson walked in just then, robbing him of any further thought.

"So what's up?"

House looked up. "Nothing much. The ceiling, the light, and you're up. Why are you so freakishly tall anyway?" House looked at him inquisitively.

"I only look 'freakishly' tall because you are sitting. Had you been standing, you would actually be taller than me."

"Really?" House hauled himself up and stood on tiptoes. Well, as well as he could using one foot. "You could be right." He lowered his heel back down to the floor and put the ball on his desk. Then he picked up his cane and motioned with his hand at Wilson. "Come with me." House turned on his heel and started limping for the door to the balcony.

"Why are we going out here?"

"I want to go bird watching." House explained loftily, and went out the door, walked to the balcony railing and leaned his elbows on it, looking down.

Wilson rolled his eyes and mimicked House's actions.

Minutes rolled by and House made no attempt at conversation, so Wilson tried again. "What are we really doing out here?"

"We are seeing how long it takes Cameron to figure out what the extra key I put on her key chain is for." House explained as though Wilson should already know this vital piece of info.

"When did you put the key on it?"

"Three days ago. I am thinking that today is the day."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, during sex last night, when she was on her knees she-" Wilson put a desperate hand on his friend's arm to stop him. House looked at the hand and waited.

"Stop, please, I am begging you. I have to work with this woman. I don't need to be having fantasies about her in the shower while jerking off."

House whipped around to look at his friend square on and then realized he'd been had. The incident where Wilson had threatened to ask Cameron out sprang immediately to mind, and he had felt unsure and jealous. Wilson wouldn't ask Cameron out, he was sure, but he knew that Wilson could try one day and succeed. He wasn't sure what it was about his friend, but women were attracted to him. It scared him just a little.

"Whoa!" Wilson tried to calm his friend down, who had seemed to take his words a little too seriously. "Calm down. I have no intention of ever doing anything with Cameron. Bros before Hos, remember?" Wilson smiled, what he hoped was a reassuring smile. House nodded and they went back to staring off the edge of the balcony.

Below them a woman stepped out of the hospital doors, carrying a blue helmet in her hand. She was wearing low rider jeans and a white tank top with a jean jacket over that. Her hair was down and flowing and designer sunglasses adorned her nose. She walked over to his bike and confidently slung a leg over the seat. She situated her body until she was comfortable and then tossed her hair back and slid the helmet over the brown tresses. She adjusted the strap and then put the key into the ignition. Even from his perch above her, he could see the key chain he'd given her reflecting in the sun. Meanwhile, Wilson was just catching on to the fact that Cameron was stealing his friend's bike.

"You gave her the keys to your bike?" He asked incredulously.

"Yep."

"Does she even know how to drive?"

"Yep."

At this Wilson straightened up and folded his arms over his chest. House sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. Then he watched as Cameron fired up the bike and took off slowly.

"Her brother had a bike when she was younger and he taught her how to ride. They used to take turns riding his bike all over their parent's farm." House explained, and then winced a little as Cameron wobbled. She added a little gas and straightened out. Then she aimed at the exit and took off. House and Wilson watched where she'd been seconds ago for a while and then turned to go back in.

"Whatever made you think to give her that key?" Wilson asked skeptically.

" A friend told me once that she likes lame."

"Lame is flowers, candy, back massages...lame is not a 20,000 dollar crotch rocket, that you've never once offered to let me drive." Wilson stated, mildly hurt.

"True," House nodded and then stopped, "what kind of back massages are you getting that are lame?" He wondered out loud, as he pulled open the door.

"Well, I was refering to the ones you give just to get some sex." Wilson explained.

House chuckled. "Then you're not doing something right!" And let the door slam in Wilson's face.

Author's note: I am not sure about this one, it's a good idea in theory, but in practice I'm not sure how it turned out. Let me know OK? Oh, and something else, I had a chapter a few back where House is downright mean to Cameron and I never explained why. Well basically because House is an ass and Cameron calls him on it. In my story, House was an ass and Cameron calls him on it. He is often an ass for no reason, especially if he totally crosses the line as he does here. I know it seems unfair, but I wanted to be as true to the characters as I could get. So here is fair warning, it might happen again, we never know with House, do we?