House arrived at work later than usual the next morning, or afternoon if you wanted to split hairs. As he limped toward his office, he noticed Cameron and Wilson standing in the hall. Whatever they were talking about, it was apparently pretty important, judging from the unusually intense look on Cameron's face. House paused to watch. He would normally only be mildly interested in what Cameron and Wilson were discussing, but watching his best friend the vampire talking to a woman who could recommend the title of a three hundred year old text on vampires from memory was the most interesting thing House had seen since, well, seeing Wilson down a pint of A-Positive.
House watched as Cameron relaxed visibly over the course of her conversation with Wilson. Whatever was troubling her, he was making her feel better. Cameron smiled at Wilson when he placed a hand on her arm. Wilson smiled back and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. It was funny that Cameron, the supposed vampire expert, had never figured out who Wilson really was. She couldn't have, of course, House reasoned. She would have run straight to Cuddy.
Cameron leaned into Wilson and hugged him tightly. House's eyes narrowed, as he watched Wilson inhale deeply. House limped the rest of the way to his office and sat behind his desk, twirling his cane. Seeing Cameron and Wilson together brought up an entirely new line of questioning for Wilson.
What was with all the divorces? Was it just the same thing as working in the same place too long, afraid of being found out? Or was it something worse, like the longer you lived with someone they more they smelled like dinner? And how many times had he really been married? He'd been a vampire nearly a hundred years; he could have had dozens of wives. A harem, even. Did he have any children? Could vampires even have children? How much longer would he stay at PPTH?
Until the possibility of Wilson's leaving was thrown right in House's face, he'd never thought about the fact that is more than just free lunches and easy pills that made him care about Wilson. They were friends. He was, in fact, the only friend House had. Forty eight years old and his only friend in the world was a vampire. Maybe Cameron was right, maybe he was a little crazy.
Cameron. Something about Cameron was bugging him. How did she not know Wilson was a vampire? She was a vampire expert. She certainly knew House suspected someone. She could put two and two together. Was she interested in Wilson? House hadn't really been serious when he suggested she was only interested in damaged men. It had just been something to say to make her angry and back off from him. Could he have been right? How do you beat a dying husband? You date a date man. House shook his head. Cameron was damaged, but not crazy. Was she about to figure out Wilson's secret? "You want lunch?" A voice interrupted House's ponderings. He looked up, his cane stopping mid-twirl. Wilson leaned into House's office from the hall and waited for an answer. House nodded and limped his way towards his friend.
"I think we have a problem with Cameron," House said as they walked toward the elevator.
"I thought you weren't interested in Cameron," Wilson replied, pushing the down button.
"Not that kind of problem," House snapped. "I think she suspects something about you."
"She doesn't suspect anything," Wilson said.
"She knows stuff about vampires, Jimmy. She's not stupid," House said, now stepping into the elevator with Wilson.
"She doesn't suspect anything." Wilson reiterated. He paused, waiting for the elevator doors to close. Once they were moving, he turned to House. "She already knows."