Part 2: Revelations

Disclaimer: I don't own House, Jem, or Elvis Costello.

A/N: Jeez! Ok, for future references, One-shot means after this chapter, no more! But, since people liked it so much and I have been deciding whether I should write what happens when Julie spills the beans, I'll continue. Thanks to everyone for your great reviews! This is set a couple days after "Honeymoon". In case someone doesn't know, the Elvis Costello song is called Allison and seemed fitting for this fic. Oh, and I don't know in real life if an iPod will do that, but for the purpose of this fic, it can.

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Do you see what I see? Why do we live like this?

Is it because it's true that ignorance is bliss?-They, Jem

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Allison Cameron was scared. Well, in a figurative sense of the word. It had been two days since Stacy had been permanently hired and no one was in a good mood, including her. She had planned on avoiding House until the day after never, but the fates were against her. She just got word that House wanted to see her, alone, in his office. Considering the fact that House never wanted to see her alone, she was scared.
"You wanted to see me, Dr. House?" she asked timidly. He sat behind his desk, seemingly doing nothing. That's when you knew he was serious; when he didn't have anything in his hands to occupy him.

"Sit," he said. Just that one word. She did. He sighed. She was struck by how un-House like he was being. "You know, you're like something out of an Elvis Costello song." Her mind flashed a question about what he could be talking about, and then the realization hit her: I heard you let that little friend of mine/ take off your party dress.

"He told you?" Cameron asked, staring at the floor. House sighed again.

"No. Julie did. What the hell were you thinking? Wanted to see what it was like to wake up next to a married man again?" he said, standing so his bad leg didn't fall asleep. She winced, knowing he was taking a shot at her husband. "But that wasn't enough for you, was it? It couldn't just be any married man; it had to be a Head of Staff. And not just any Head of Staff, it had to be James. Next time, and I'm guessing there will be a next time, at least be discreet enough not to get caught. Yes, little Miss It-Just-Couldn't-Be-Me-Infirmary-Slut, Julie knew a long time ago." Cameron stood up and slapped him hard across the face, scratching her hand against his unshaven cheek. House didn't even flinch. "Adultery and assault. My, my, we have been busy, haven't we?"

"You listen to me. I did not sleep with him to further my career. If you ever accuse me of that again I will sue you for sexual harassment, and you know I have enough on you to do that," she told him in a deathly low voice. He smiled a terrible, cold grin.

"You are in no position to make threats. See, I have three options. One: Fire you for having an inappropriate relationship with a senior doctor. Two: I could forget about it and not fire you for having an inappropriate relationship with a senior doctor. Three: I could take it to Cuddy. I'm sure she would find this very interesting."

"Look, if you're pissed off because it's Wilson, why don't you yell at the guy who Julie used to cheat on him?" House's expression grew even darker, a feat which she didn't believe possible.

"Believe me, I already have. You know, I think I finally figured out why you like me. Not because I'm broken, it was all just to further your career. Screw your boss, maybe Head of Oncology on the side for insurance, you know, just incase the boss doesn't buy it, and your career is secure. I honestly didn't think you had the guts for it. Come to think of it, that's the only thing that saved your job. You're suspended, three weeks, no pay. Get out of my sight before I change my mind." She left. The tears didn't come until she was away from his office, rushing past Foreman and Chase. They gave each other the Oh-hell-what-has-House-done-now look and started toward their boss. One glance, one steely, contempt filled, blue eyed glance was enough to convince even Foreman to stay away.

As House settled back into his chair to stew over recent events, he couldn't help but feel betrayed by her. He had much bigger problems though. After Julie had broken it off with him, she promised him that she wouldn't tell Wilson that the other man was his best friend, and she had kept her promise. But now he felt obligated to tell Wilson it had been him. Wilson had always been there for him, during the infarction, when Stacy left, when she came back, and how had he treated him? By sleeping with his wife. 'God, why do I do this?' He thought. 'Everything I have that's good, I screw up. If I just don't tell him, we could go on like we are…Then I could never look him in the eyes again.' He reached into his pocket and popped a couple Vicodin. This was going to be a long day.

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Cameron sat sobbing in Wilson's office. She thought she had seen House at his worse, but this was just brutal. He pulled out stops she never thought he would, like her husband, and the whole thing about their relationship…

"Allison?" 'My aim is true,' the song went, reverberating through her head. Yes, House always did seem to know where to aim to hurt her. "Allison, what's wrong?" It was Wilson. She spilled all of it to him. How Julie had told House about them, what she had said to House about Stacy, how he had chewed her out, how she had slapped him, and finally, her punishment. Wilson sat and listened in silence. He knew that one day House would find out and say something, and he guessed that it would be this bad. House had once said that Wilson's pathology was that he loved everyone. This held true with Cameron. She had found him smart, handsome, sensitive, and it had been a long time since she had woken up with someone next to her. It was all about companionship to her. To him, she had been a beautiful, smart woman to fill the void that his wife left. In all truth, it was companionship to both of them. There had been no real love in it, and both knew it.

Wilson instantly knew why House was being so brutal. He knew this would happen from the day he had come on to Cameron, but didn't care about the future as opposed to the instant gratification. Oh, was he sorry for it now. House had been pissed off at him, so he had taken it out on Cameron. 'Enough is enough. It's time to end this,' he thought.

"Allison, I should have done this a long time ago. It's time to stop. This isn't right. I'll fix the thing with House, it's my fault anyway, but after that, we shouldn't see each other again outside of work." She nodded ok. No "why," no trying to refute it, just a nod. "Go home, Cameron. I'll see if he'll at least lift the no pay part." She nodded again and left as Wilson began making his way to House's office.

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Wilson stalled a lot before finally entering House's office. He checked charts, patients, even asked if Cuddy needed anything before dragging himself to quell his friends' wrath. He found it ironic, whenever he looked back on it, that he was afraid of what House was going to say.

When he entered the glass office he found House with his back to the door, staring out of the window with his iPod earphones in. This worried him a bit. He only wore his earphones when he wanted to escape the world, or when he didn't want to be disturbed, or both. Wilson unplugged the earphones only to find it had been on the stand and have it blare loudly at him.

"-REMEMBER WHEN I MOVE IN YOU AND THE HOLY DOVE WAS MOVING TOO AND EVERY BREATH WE DREW WAS HALLELUJAH?" Damn. That was under the Wilson dubbed "I'm Depressed" song list. House had been slightly ticked when he had found out Wilson had been messing with his iPod, but kept all the changes out of sheer laziness and the fact that Wilson had done a good job cataloguing his songs. Wilson fumbled to turn the insanely loud thing off.

"You know, at risk of sounding like your mother, listening to it that loud will destroy your ears." House made no comment and didn't even bother turning around. "Look, I know you're upset, and I know why, but did you have to suspend her that-"

"Why her, James?" he interrupted. "You have your pick of the hospital litter, all the nurses and doctors you could want, even some of the gay guys if you decided for a change. Why her?" Wilson was surprised at his neutral tone. No anger in his voice, just deep sadness. He knew something is wrong. First name and no sarcasm? Something was definitely wrong.

"Look, it wasn't like I seduced her. She…it was just as much her as it was me." House didn't talk for some time.

"So," he finally said, "she never liked me at all. It was all you." He said this in a quiet voice, devoid of emotion. Wilson sighed exasperatedly.

"No, you idiot. She loves you! What went on between her and I was nothing." House said nothing. "Say something, dammit!"

"She's not my girlfriend, she's not my wife. I have no right to be angry."

"God, make up your mind! You're worse than a woman with all your mixed signals. Don't give me that look, you do give mixed signals," Wilson scolded.

"When have I ever given mixed signals?"

"Oh come on! Your entire relationship with her is just one big mixed signal! You ask her to a Monster Truck Rally and then tell her you don't even like her? You wouldn't have taken her to one if you didn't like her."

"How do you figure that?" House asked, his voice rising slightly. 'Took him long enough,' Wilson thought.

"I know more about you than anyone, Greg. Last thing your dad ever did with you was take you to a Truck Rally. You wouldn't go with her if you didn't like her a lot." House looked up at him.

"If you think I really care about her, then why did you sleep with her?" House asked, his voice rising even more.

"Because, we both got tired of waiting for you!" Wilson yelled back.

"Both? Do you want to sleep with me too? Why, Jimmy, I didn't know you swung that way! If you do some of my clinic hours, I suppose I could fit you in on Friday between the hookers." Wilson sighed.

"Come on, Greg. I'm trying to apologize." Wilson knew the first name would get him, just as it had gotten himself. House lowered his voice to the soft register that Wilson knew him to use when he was being solemn and serious.

"There's no reason to apologize. I have no right to be apologized to. She isn't my wife and she isn't my girlfriend and we're not in 8th grade." Wilson sighed and shook his head.

"Fine. Just to let you know, though, we ended it. Can you cut her a little slack? Three weeks without pay is a little rough," he asked his friend. House nodded.

"Fine. Yeah. Sure. Tell her it's only one week." Wilson nodded and began to walk out of his office.

"James…" House called after him. He turned. "I…Your wife…" Wilson got a confused look on his face.

"What? I'm divorcing her, end of story."

"It's not about that. It wasn't a guy in a bar." House took a deep breath. "It was me." Wilson's face had a million different emotions on it at the same time.

"Wh-what?" House averted his gaze.

"She cheated on you with me, James. I'm sorry." The younger man's eyes opened wide, almost as though he didn't believe it and then narrowed. His fists clenched and he bared his teeth, and before he knew what was happening, he was rushing up to his best friend.

House saw it coming, but did nothing to stop it. If it had just been a punch he could have dealt with it. Unfortunately, the force of the blow knocked him backwards into his TV stand and trying to catch himself from this caused him to put far too much weight on his right leg. He fell back against the wall, clutching the thing and screamed in pain. Then he tried as best he could to curl into a ball over his leg while still keeping it straight, rocking and trying to bite back loud moans of pain.

For a short flash Wilson forgot he was the one who had punched him and everything else and made a move to help him. But then a thought crossed his mind; The bastard slept with my wife and I still feel sorry for him! This only angered him further and clenched his fists again and stormed out of the office, House still writhing in agony.