House was nervous. Wilson could tell. House was still at the hospital, collapsed on Wilson's couch in his office. He was happy for his friend, because, although he didn't say anything, he knew that he had feelings for Dr. Cameron. Wilson got up from his desk and stood in front of House. He looked down at his face and opened his mouth to say something, but House whacked him in the leg with his cane and cut him off.
"You bastard."
This was accompanied by a House-like smirk.
Wilson adapted his best "I'm adorable-what-are-you-talking-about?" look and still stared at House.
House soon collected his thoughts and spoke.
"That time you lied to me about the oncology seminar, the dinner with stacy was-"
Wilson groaned.
"That was a stupid mistake. Stop harping on me for it."
House looked amused.
"You did it for Cameron didn't you?"
Wilson tried to keep a face like he had no idea what House was speaking of. It was true. He hadn't even seen Stacy that night. It was The next night that he saw her. It killed him to turn down those tickets, but when he thought of Cameron, well. Cameron had been pouring her heart out to Wilson, and he felt sorry for her. Finally, someone loved his misanthropic son-of-a-bitch friend. Finally, since Stacy, someone had seen through him. They were actually alike. Both Damaged. But Shit, how had House figured this out?
"Uhhhhhh..."
Shit. He stammered, couldn't think of anything else to say.
House dawned his gruff grin and nodded, standing up. He whacked Wilson in the leg again.
"Quid Pro Quo, my friend." House left without saying anything more.
Cameron was in her car, on her way to House's apartment. "This is just a innocent night, a date." She thought to herself. But without the going anywhere. A casual- Oh Fuck it. She wanted him to love her, like she loves him. Classic. She turned onto the street that the apartment building is on. His aparment building. She pulled her car up front and glanced in the mirror. Brushing her hair back, she steps out of her car and sighs into the warm night.
House is nervous. He would pace, but that wasn't practical in his condition. He sat down, then stood up for the millionth time, it felt like. Finally, a faint knock on the door signaled Cameron's arrival.
