Thanks for all the reviews, I appreciate them. I intended to update this a bit quicker but I have a lot on right now and university will be starting again soon so...hopefully once the usual start of term chaos is over I'll get back to updating at a decent time, just don't expect the next chapter to be up in the next few days, it's going to be the turning point of the fic so I don't want to rush it.

House woke up the next morning with the mother of all hangovers. Groaning, he slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light. His clock showed that he would be late for work, nothing unusual there, what was unusual was the fact that next to the orange bottle of vicodin was a glass of water and a propped up piece of paper. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he read the familiar feminine, loopy, handwriting.

Needed at the ER, didn't think you'd appreciate me waking you up.

There's coffee in the pot, just reheat it if you want any.

Hope the hangover isn't too bad.

Cameron

House sighed as the previous night's events replayed in his mind. She had stayed with him even though he had hurt her, she was quietly looking after him, caring for him and the scary thing was he couldn't even put it down to her just trying to fix him, it was him who kept going to her. He groaned again, he wasn't in any sort of state to think about it right now. Tipping out two of the white pills into his waiting hand he quickly took them with the water and waited for them to kick in.

Cameron couldn't deny that the previous night had been the first decent sleep she had had since her breakup with Chase. Getting on with her work, she was feeling refreshed and a small smile was present on her lips. She had woken up that morning to find herself lying considerably closer to House than when she had drifted off to sleep, or rather, he was lying closer to her, she hadn't actually moved much. An arm was draped loosely around her waist, her hand placed gently on top of his. She had taken a few moments to enjoy the feeling, the warmth of his body against hers, the soft sounds of his breathing filling the air. She couldn't possibly wake him. Partly because he looked so peaceful, partly because she didn't know if he would even remember that he had asked her to stay, she didn't quite fancy dealing with a 'morning after' scene. So carefully and regretfully detangling herself from him, she left, but not before making some coffee and leaving a note and a glass of water beside his pills, she never did like him dry swallowing those things.

"Cameron, are you busy?" a familiar voice asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Oh hey Wilson" she replied, facing the oncologist. "No I'm not busy, what's up?"

"I was just wondering if you'd like to get a coffee or something, I...need to get away from my desk for a bit"

"Of course, I could probably do with a break anyway" Cameron smiled. She hadn't had a chance to see Wilson since he had come back and she could guess that it was more like his staff's sympathetic looks he wanted to get away from.

"Cool. Well I'll let you finish off here and I'll see you in the cafeteria"

Cameron nodded and watched as he left. She had intended to see him today anyway. After what House had told her in his drunken state the night before, Wilson was still far from over Amber's death and even though it wasn't her place to mess with the two friend's, well, ex-friend's relationship, a little words here or there couldn't hurt.

She found Wilson sitting at a table in the corner or the cafeteria, two mugs of coffee in front of him. Smiling warmly at him, she sat opposite.

"Hey" Wilson smiled as she sat down "sorry about dragging you away like this, just...it's like people are afraid they'll say something wrong around me, I just needed to get away you know, thought..."

"I'd understand?" Cameron finished. Wilson smiled again and nodded.

"Yeah" he sighed.

"You'll get it for the next couple of weeks or so. People keep telling you that you'll feel better if you talk about it, let your emotion out, that they're there for you, when all you want to do is tell them that you want time to deal with it on your own for a bit and for them to be ok with that. All I can say, when you do want to talk about it, I'm here if you want someone to say something other than 'I'm sorry'" Cameron said with a small smile.

"Thanks" Wilson replied "I hear you split with Chase" he said to change the subject. Cameron sighed.

"Yeah, I think it was coming before the whole moving to Chicago thing. We wanted different things. I'm getting over it...always get over it" she replied quietly. Wilson looked at her for a moment, seeing in her eyes that she was anything but over it. He didn't know much about her past life other than her husband but he'd be stupid to think it had been easy.

"Hear House has spent a lot of his time in the ER too" he pressed cautiously. "Overheard the nurses gossiping" he explained after seeing Cameron's questioning look.

"He's hurting" she answered. Wilson sighed.

"Cameron, just...be careful. House needs someone around, someone to enable him, someone he can use, don't get sucked into that. I know you used to have a...thing for him and you can't deny that after the split with Chase that you're feeling a little vulnerable, feeling alone. I've been there, I know. Just don't get too sucked in. House doesn't care, he needs, he pushes, he hurts. I've learnt it the hard way, I don't want you to fall too" he said seriously. Cameron studied the oncologist.

"Wilson, I know you're hurt by what House did but you can't say he doesn't care. He risked his life for you, he didn't do it for Amber, he didn't do it for himself, he did it for you because he cares, he cares about your friendship, about you." She replied. "If you see him...he's hurting badly. I appreciate your concern but I know what I'm doing"

Wilson sighed again, running his hand through his hair. "I know. When he came to see me yesterday, I could see how hurt he was but I just felt like he didn't have a reason to be hurt, he didn't even like Amber, he shouldn't be hurt. Does that make sense?"

Cameron nodded.

"But I still mean what I said" he carried on "Whatever you have going with House right now, he'll push and it'll end up with one of you if not both of you getting hurt. I don't want to see that happen."

"I know what I'm doing" Cameron repeated "Truth is, I probably need him just as much as he needs me right now and whatever this thing is between us, I'm not going to let him push it away"

Standing at the entrance a lone figure watched the two doctors in their conversation, trying to ignore the pangs of jealousy that filled him. Having enough, he turned and walked away, the two doctors in question completely oblivious that anyone had been there.