Chapter 11- An everlasting memory

Two months earlier.

Cameron shut the door to the roof. She leaned against the wall and slid slowly to the floor. House, the man she had loved since the first moment she had seen him sat on the other side. There had always been a wall between them, no matter how hard either of them tried to break it down, it still stood.

The minimal amount of composure that Cameron had held just moments earlier slipped away, and she began to cry. The tears that fell from her eyes and seemed to burn her face. She looked towards the door and placed her hand on the it. "House." She whispered so softly that she had barely been able to hear herself. "I love you…" Cameron slowly stood up removed her hand from the door and slowly began to walk down the stairs.

Cameron walked slowly down the stairs, sliding her hand gently down the railing. Her head hung in defeat, she had finally excepted it-her and House weren't meant to be. crash Cameron walked into someone.

"I'm sorry it wa-" Cameron looked up. "Oh, Dr. Wilson" Cameron quickly whipped her tears away. "What are you doing up here?" She asked quickly trying to draw attention away from herself.

"Well I was just looking for House. One of the nurses said she saw him head up the stairs." Wilson took a second look at Cameron. "Have you been crying? Cameron what did he do?" Wilson asked with a genuine concern. "Come on sit down" Wilson sat on the steps.

Cameron sat next to him silently.

"Please tell me" Wilson grabbed her hand and held it within his.

Cameron looked up at him with tears in her eyes and nodded. "He was just, House…"

Wilson nodded. "And?"

"I don't think he can ever love me, and I'm not sure I love him anymore...we're just too different. I see that now." She stared at him intently.

"Don't say that. He cares about you, he…just doesn't know how to show it." Wilson held her hand tighter. "Don't give up on him."

"I think it's too late" remarked. Her sadness was evident.

"Cam-"

Cameron gently kissed him on the lips. He lets go of her hand and held her face. Moments later he pulled away.

"No, This isn't right…" Wilson stood up and ran his hand through his hair. "Look Cameron I'm sorry, I think there may have been some sort of misunderstanding here." Wilson shut his eyes. "House is my best friend and I can't do this to him."

"for once will you forget about house!" Cameron shouted. Her tone caught Wilson of guard. "You aren't his keeper-his problems aren't yours. Just this once think about yourself!" Cameron stood up and kissed him again. Wilson didn't fight her. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist.

The blood that had been pouring out of House's nose had now crusted over. He sat against Wilson's office wall silent. Listening to Wilson recount the story of how he and Cameron had begun their relationship was difficult to hear. The thought of someone else-even Wilson-especially Wilson, being with made House feel sick. He stared straight ahead.

"House, are you okay?" Wilson was clearly concerned.

"I don't know" House mumbled.

Wilson took a deep breath. "Well if it makes you feel any better I plan on ending it…"

House looked up "What? Why? If you love her then I won't hold it against either of you…" He was lying.

"This has been in the works for sometime…it has nothing to do with you. Actually that's a lie, it has everything to do with you."

House tilted his head to the side and looked at Wilson. He was confused.

"Do you know what we talk about every time we're together?" Wilson hung his head. "We talk about you."

House smirked.

"The relationship that we have, it isn't even sexual. I mean 'we're together' but we haven't even had sex, it's weird." Wilson stopped speaking and looked over at House.

"You haven't had sex with her? Not even once? Sounds like you two need couples therapy" House was beaming.

Wilson chuckled. "We both just needed someone to lean on. Because when it comes to you House, we're both completely enamored. You do something to each of us-granted what you do to me is probably very different than what you do to her." Wilson smirked slightly. "Each of us just needed someone else who could understand what the other was going through. Do you understand?"

House nodded.

"Good." Wilson stood up and put his hand out-House took it. Wilson lifted him off the ground. "Let's g down to the clinic and set your nose." Wilson said.

"Oh, the clinic…lucky me. I can't wait" House joked. "Hey, what do you suppose Cuddy will say when she sees us?"

"She probably laugh, then make us do clinic duty." Wilson offered

"Yeah"

The two friends walked out of Wilson's office and headed down the hall, leaning on each other for support, like they had done for the last eight years.