Title: Nothing Like The Blues To Get You Down
Author: Sy Dedalus
Rating: T for language and drinking
Pairing: Gen
Spoilers: Acceptance
Summary: Scene fill-in based on the original script sides. House goes home after drinking with Clarence. House/Cam and House/Wilson overtones. One-shot…but a chaptered one-shot.
Notes: This picks up right before a commercial break, so the few lines you recognize from the show belong to Fox, David Shore, all those people, etc.

A/N: This is so short that it's barely a chapter, but I had to let Wilson get this out…umm…because. Still hoping to have this finished in the next few days. Just two more chapters to go. :)

Ariadne – Thanks for the tip. I fixed it. :)

Sawyer – Thanks also for the tip. Fixed it too. :) Can we say House's office has a lock? Please? ;)

Sweet, Sweet Revenge

Wilson jiggled the key in the lock of House's office door. There was a little trick to getting it open that seemed effortless when House did it, but Wilson rarely found himself locking or unlocking House's office and the little trick was hard to do with a bottle of rum in one hand.

Dammit, House.

"Dr. Wilson?"

There. He pushed the door open.

"Yes, Cameron?" he said over his shoulder in a tight voice. He sensed that he was going to have the same conversation with her that he'd had earlier today and he was already annoyed enough as it was.

She followed him into House's office and stood awkwardly in the semi-dark until Wilson turned the desk lamp on.

"I…uhh…have some test results and a few theories about Cindy Kramer I'd like to run past you if…"

"I can't right now, I'm sorry," Wilson said as he rounded House's desk and put the bottle down.

Cameron shifted her weight but made no move to leave.

Wilson found House's briefcase and started checking for keys, wallet, iPod—all of the essentials.

He gave her time and… damn, she wasn't leaving.

"The x-rays were very conclusive," he said as he dug around in the bag. "Have you done a biopsy?"

"Not yet," Cameron said.

"Why not?" Wilson asked.

"I'd rather not put her through a painful procedure unless it's necessary," Cameron said.

Wilson stopped packing House's stuff and stared at Cameron. His first impulse was to yell—he was very angry right now—but Cameron didn't deserve to be yelled at for something House had done.

"You know, he's not going to listen to you until you get a biopsy," Wilson said sagely, with a hint of annoyance. "He may be capricious, but once a whim has him working in one direction, he doesn't give up on it until the patient is either cured or dead, and until that happens, it's impossible to get him to think about anything else. You work for him. You should know that better than I do."

Cameron shifted her weight again but didn't leave.

Wilson made one more cursory scan of the room to make sure he had everything and slung House's bag over his shoulder.

"Get the biopsy," he said, starting toward the door.

Cameron stepped out of the room and stood beside him while he locked up. It was like having a mosquito buzzing in his ear that he couldn't swat at.

And she still wasn't going away.

He sighed.

"Telling her is hard enough in itself," he said. He slipped his keys into his pocket and turned to face Cameron. "Waiting to tell her only does one thing in a case like this: it makes you miserable. Get the biopsy."

Cameron looked stricken. Wilson didn't wait for her to protest. He turned toward the elevators.

"Dr. Wilson," she said before he'd taken two steps.

He stopped and turned around. He'd always liked Cameron, but right now he could understand why House said some of the things he said about her. He really, really could. And he sympathized.

"Is Dr. House all right?"

Wilson stared at her for a moment. Still…? But House said that she said that…? And couldn't she hear the jarring crash House made every time he tripped over himself trying to win Stacy back? And she was still…? Maybe someone in this hospital was crazier than House.

"Have you ever been drunk?" Wilson asked matter-of-factly.

Cameron pressed her lips together and said nothing.

"Then you know," Wilson said with a shrug.

He turned around again and walked toward the elevators.

"Bug him about it tomorrow morning if you still haven't done the biopsy," he tossed over his shoulder. "He'll be all ears. All ears."

He heard the echo of Cameron's footsteps as she walked the other way.

Wilson grinned wickedly to himself. Even if House threw up all over his car, he had his revenge. And it was sweet. Very sweet.