PART 3

Cameron walked into the conference room. "You're late." House said to her.

"Well it was my day off." she mutteed to him. He just shrugged and started the meeting. At some point Wilson snuck into the room... "Chase, you get the history. Foreman order the MRI and CAT scan. Cameron, draw the blood and cultures." And with a nod, he dismissed them.

Wilson lingered behind, and said to House, "Is that really the same woman from last night?" House nodded silently. The difference in Cameron at work and at home was actually amazing. She was always caring and gentle, but at work she was very reserved and defensive. At home she is open and confidant and sexy. Very, very sexy. They both let out a shaky breath at the thought.

"So what do we do now?" Wilson asked.

"Enjoy it while it lasts." House mutted as he walked down the hall.

Cameron was bent over the microscope, examining a slide when she felt him behind her. Her heart fluttered and she stood up straighter and turned slightly. His left hand brushed her hip as he moved her out of the way. It took everything in her not to burst into flames right there. His eyes locked with her's for the briefest second then examined the slide. He left without saying a word, her cheeks flamed with heat. Foreman noticed. He noticed everything.

"What was that about?" he asked her.

"What?"

"You and House?"

"I don't know what you are talking about. He was just looking at the slide." she told him, willing her hands not to tremble.

"Right. And looking at slides with your boss always makes you so hot?"

"I'm not hot," she gasped out.

"Your face is flush Cam, and you are a terrible liar. I know you like him. I won't say anything, but I think you should get that idea out of your head. He will never let you in. Never. And you are going to be the one with the broken heart. I don't want to see you end up like him." Foreman told her. He liked Allison, as a friend. He saw something inside her you couldn't fake; compassion. She would make a wonderful doctor, if she could learn to control it. Right now, she was too soft. He didn't know about the hurt she kept buried deep inside, the fact she'd lost a husband at and early age and the fact that she was more like House than he could ever comprehend.

"Thanks for being such a good friend Eric." she said, kissing him on the cheek, "but I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself." With that, Cameron turned and walked away.

The week dragged on, days blurred into late nights eating chinese food and pizza in House's office. Wilson and House followed her home one night to relieve some stress, and it had worked, very well. They all started out the next day with a fresh, clear brain, but it didn't help. Nothing helped. The patient continued to slip.

Allison was on shift that night, everyone knew it was soon, she pulled the short straw. House called twice to see if it had happened yet, and she told him she would call when it did. Thirty minutes later, he received the call.

He picked up the phone, knowing it was her. Jim was there with him, waiting. "You ok?" he asked her. This case hit her harder than normal. He tried to argue with her about staying, but she insisted it was her turn and if they weren't sleeping together, he would never question it. She was right, and that disturbed him.

"Yes," her voice barely a whisper.

"You want us to come over?"

"Yes, the key is under the frog." Then the phone was dead. She was gone.

"How is she?" Wilson asked, concern clouding his voice.

House just shrugged and said, "She wants us to come over."

By the time Cameron pulled into her driveway, they were there. She could see Wilson waiting at the window for her to pull up. She tried to smile, but a tear slipped down instead. Her heart was breaking. The man reminded her so much of her husband, even looked like him. It just opened all the old wounds she thought were healed. Maybe you never truly healed after something like that.

She took a steady breath and opened the door. Wilson was there, waiting to touch her, to pull her into his embrace. House was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the bar. Their eyes locked and held. Their rock, that was House. Strong and steady. It was funny how everyone thought he was the weak one, due to his leg and the addiction to the Vicodin, but in truth, he was stronger than all of them.

He didn't say anything to her, no words were necessary, that was what Jim was for. He knew what to say, how to say it and when. House just dropped a kiss on her head and handed her a hot cup of tea with lots of honey and a drop of milk. Just how she liked it. She smiled at him awkwardly and ran a hand over his cheek in a silent thank you.

She curled up on her favorite fluffy chair and sighed. "Do you want to talk about it?" Jim asked.

"Did Greg tell you?" she asked him.

"Yes,"

She nodded in response, "What's to say, really? It was like watching him die all over again. They looked the same and even acted the same. This time I swore to myself I wouldn't let him die. I would do everything I could, but it didn't matter. It will never change what is. It will never change the fact that he is gone... they are both gone."

"But we're here."

It took her a few seconds to realize that it wasn't James's voice that said those words, it was House's. She turned and looked at him, his eyes revealing more than his words. All three of them knew pain, deep, gut wrenching pain that could shatter your soul if you let it. It had almost happened to House, but Wilson was there, holding on for dear life, pulling him back up over that edge. And now she was too, putting her weight behind Jim, but she slipped, and they both were there to pick her up.

Her heart fluttered, she wasn't alone. She could feel the solid weight slipping off of her chest, making her heart light and her head dizzy. She loved them. This sick little world they lived in was perfect for them. "Let's goto bed." She said, reaching out a hand for both of them.

They all walked into the bedroom and undressed in silence. Her voice broke the quiet, "I want to watch you two make love. I need to see love in it's purest form." A few moments passed, then Wilson reached out for House. Cameron settled herself on the chair.

He ran his hand down Greg's chest then finally lowered his head. He first kissed his lips, softly, coaxing House to respond. He kissed his neck and nibbled on his collar bone slowly working his way down Greg's flat tummy to his throbbing heat. He took him all of him into his mouth, causing them both to moan.

Greg's hands tangled in Jim's soft hair, holding him gently as his hips raised up to thrust into his mouth. After a few minutes, House pulled James away, panting hard, trying to regain his composure. Their eyes locked and James asked, "Did that feel good?" - knowing full well it did. After eight years, he knew how to touch him.

Jim reached over and grabbed the lube and applied it to House's throbbing member. Straddling Greg, he slowly, gently eased himself on this his hard shaft. Allison moaned and they both turned and looked at her. The sight was so erotic, so sexy she was ready to cum herself.

Wilson started to move gently and gestured for Cameron to join them. She walked over slowly, enjoying the view. Jim ran his hands through her hair and kissed her. House ran his hand up her inner thigh to her moist heat, pushing a finger inside her and causing her to gasp.

Removing his finger, he urged her on top of him with a nudge to her hip. She climbed in front of Wilson also straddling House.

Jim ran his tongue down her back, nipping and tasting her flesh as Greg pulled her to him, lifting her so he could taste her core. She threw her head back with pleasure when his tongue flicked over her swollen clit. The slow, lazy caresses with his tongue were driving her mad, taking her to the peak and then pulling her back. Behind her Wilson was moaning with pleasure and desperately trying to hold on.

"House please," he begged. House thrust his hips up causing Jim to gasp as he slid a finger into Cameron, finding her G-Spot. His tongue flicked quickly over her swollen nub as a second finger entered her.

"Oh God, Please" she cried. With one final thrust and flick of the tongue, he sent all three of them over the edge at once. Their mixed cries of pleasure filled the room, erasing the pain and heartache of the day.

Afterward, Allison lay with her head on House's chest, running her fingers through the dusting of hair on his chest. The sound of his heart beating evenly under her ear was soothing to her frayed nerves. Wilson's arm was draped over her, holding her tightly to him. He placed a small kiss on her shoulder and sighed. She felt safe, protected and loved and she hadn't felt loved in a really long time.