Title: Days Go By

Summery: Just read…
Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play.

Author's Note: Hehehehehe! I wrote that last chapter before I knew anything about Tuesday's ep. Makes the Wilson/House interaction there even funnier (to me at least LOL). Plus, over 100 reviews! does a little happy dance YAY!

To ACMD: I have no idea what color Cameron's eyes are LOL I figured brown hairbrown eyes!

To CENic13: Please don't die! I'll write, I'll write: - )

To Mollisk: Heh heh heh. Pretty sneaky on my part huh?

To Lilac Elf: Why do you think I started this story after "THAT" episode?

To Everyone Else: Thank you so much for reviewing. Sorry I can't answer you all at once, but then my notes would be longer than the chapter LMAO

Attitue

Aside from the episode this morning, it was a nice, peaceful day. It was good to be back at work. Cameron was miserable and bored cooped up in her apartment all week. The only eventful things that happened all day was running into Dr. Wilson a few times. And he kept giving her these looks. Of course House had to tell him what happened. They're like stupid frat boys sometimes! So whenever he gave her that little "I know what's going on and I love it!" smile, she just rolled her eyes and kept walking.

She stayed a few extra hours to catch up on the work she missed while she was out. Finally, around 7pm, she decided to head out. Cameron grabbed her things and made her way to the parking garage. She lived less than a mile away and could probably walk to work, but half the time she was just too lazy.

She started to walk past House's office quickly to avoid him, but slowed down, seeing that it was already dark. Breathing a sigh of relief, she headed towards the elevator. The arrow for DOWN was lit and the door was closing. "Wait," she yelled, speeding up. "Hold the door!"

Just as she reached them, a cane stuck out to stop the doors from shutting. Cameron closed her eyes, counted to 5, then walked in and stood next to House. They rode down in silence.

Finally, House broke the stillness. "How are you feeling?"

"Peachy."

"How about the fever?"

"I wouldn't be here if I still had one."
He tilted his head and looked at her. She was staring straight ahead doing her best not to pay him any attention. "Yes, you would. At least Wednesday and Thursday of last week."

"No," she said through her teeth. "The fever is gone."

BING

The elevator stopped and Cameron darted out the door towards the garage.

"Whoa, flash, what's the hurry?"

She turned to see him struggling to keep up with her. "Why do you insist on following me?"

"Well, there's the car thingy that I drive. And gosh darn it. The whole leg thing. Can't walk to work. I'd fly, but, you know, no superpowers."

"That's right, House. Keep making jokes."

He sighed. "What do you want from me, Cameron?"

She stopped as she reached her car. "Actually, nothing," she said getting in. "I don't want a goddamn thing from you." And shut the door.

"Cameron, wait," he said, moving near the car. Then, he barely had a moment to jump back as she threw the car in reverse and zoomed out of the lot.

"HEY! You can cripple someone that way," he yelled at her retreating car.

The next day, Cameron walked to work. She strolled into the hospital refreshed, with a smile on her face. That faded when she saw Dr. Wilson heading for the elevator. Damn. I don't need any of his crap now.

She turned around to head for the stairs. As she past the clinic doors, she was grabbed roughly and dragged into one of the exam rooms.

"Ouch! Hey I need that arm!"

"What was up with that little stunt last night?"

Cameron rubbed her arm and stared at House. "What stunt?"

"Almost hitting me with that pathetic excuse for a car."

"It's called a Volkswagen. And you shouldn't stand so close to someone who's pulling out."

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"About what, huh? How you're a two faced bastard? Because that's about all I have to say to you."

"I'm two faced? You're the one who's had more mood swings than Mommie Dearest."

"No, House, it's called being sick of you."

"And I'm getting sick of this little game of yours, Allison."

"Game of mine," she scoffed. "Sorry, Greg, if there's a game going on, you're the only player. I don't play games." She turned to walk out. "So leave me alone and go play with yourself."

Wilson saw Cameron storm out of the clinic. He smiled to himself. She wasn't making this easy on him. Good. He could use a new challenge. He headed towards the room that she stormed out of.

"So… I'm guessing that went well."

House looked at him with disdain. "You're a real horse's ass, you know that?"

Wilson just laughed.

"That's right, laugh it up," House commented. "You'll see how funny it is when I bash her infuriating head in with my cane."

"Come, come. Let's not get violent."

"Violent? Me? No. Except when she almost runs me down in the parking garage."

"Maybe you shouldn't stand so close to someone who's trying to pull out."

House narrowed his eyes. "Has she been talking to you?"

"Nope. I'm just saying…"

"Yeah, well don't." House left the room with Wilson following.

"I think you could use a drink," Wilson said a few minutes later.

"Really? Could we do shots then give shots? Now that would be fun."

"I meant after work. Let's go to the bar and throw some back. After all, it is Friday."

"What about the lovely wife? Won't she get lonely?"

"She's going to her mother's for the weekend."

"Aah. Ulterior motives for getting smashed. Meet me there at 7."

Of course they picked a place that was a bar/nightclub. It was loud, smoky and there was dancing. Thankfully, they found a table in the corner across from the dance floor.

"Looking for fresh meat," House asked as they watched the girls dance for a few minutes.

"Wow, you're a riot. I can't control my laughter."

They spent the first hour bullshitting about the regular going-ons at the hospital. Cuddy, Volger, and the random kid with something shoved up his nose. Finally, Wilson couldn't take it anymore. "So, what are you going to do with the Cameron situation?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Come on. You rag on me all the time about my wife—"

"And girlfriends."

Wilson rolled his eyes and continued what he was saying. "So now it's my turn. You like her. She likes you. What's the problem?" He paused. "Wow. I'm having flashbacks to high school."

"We work together. It's awkward."

"So what? Happens all the time. What else?"

"I'm too old for her."

"Yeah, that's crap. Next?"

"She's got baggage."

Wilson laughed. "Like you should talk. You have an entire luggage set and then some."

House was starting to get frustrated. "It's just not possible."

"I think I get it now."

"Get what?"

"You're scared."
House ignored him and walked to the bar to get a refill.

"Hold up, don't walk away from me." Wilson followed him. "You're scared because things ended badly with Stacy. And you care enough about Cameron not to let that happen again. You don't want to hurt her. So you're avoiding it completely."

"So what if I am?"

"Then you are going to die a bitter, lonely old man."

"I'm already a bitter, lonely old man."

Wilson was staring over House's shoulder at the crowd on the dance floor. "You don't have to be."

House turned around to see what he was staring at.

Cameron, on the dance floor, shaking her ass with all the frat boys.

I'm not sure about the nightlife in Princeton, but nearly half of the places by Rutgers are bars/nightclubs. So I assume that Princeton has a few. So just believe me LOL