Title:
Save The Best For Last (Chapter 5)
Pairing: W/C, H/OC
Warnings:
Spoilers through the end of Season 1
Summary: "Sometimes the
very thing you're looking for is the one thing you can't
see."
Disclaimer: Don't own "House, M.D." or any
characters, locations or other things related to it. The title and
summary are from the Vanessa Williams song "Save the Best for Last"
Also, you may recognize bits of the dialogue here because they are a
direct quote from the show and therefore not mine. Just borrowing it
for a little while.
Notes: Thanks to those of you who reviewed; it really made my day. :) Well, this chapter is really short, but I couldn't wait to get it up here. The next one should be longer. Reviews make me smile. ;)
Chapter 5 – Late Morning Phone Call
Sunday morning, Wilson didn't wake up until after eleven. Not because of a hangover, four beers was barely enough for a good buzz, he'd just been really tired. He stumbled to the bathroom and then to the kitchen for coffee. After his first cup, he was awake, and his mind drifted back to the night before. Back to telling House that Julie had left, to House's team meeting Elizabeth, to going after Cameron, and finally to kissing Cameron. He smiled, kissing her had been nice, better than he'd expected.
'I wonder what she's doing now.'
He picked up the phone and argued with himself for five minutes before dialing her number.
She answered on the third ring with a sleepy, "Hello?"
His mouth suddenly went dry. 'What am I supposed to say?' The wheels in his brain were spinning, but nothing would come out of his mouth.
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"Hello?" Cameron restated her inquiry as to who was calling at such an early hour. She glared at the clock on her nightstand, 11:37. 'Ok, well maybe not so early.' But her patience was still thin. "Look, whoever this is, it's not polite to wake people up on Sunday morning just to breathe in their ear." She started to hang up.
"I…I'm sorry." Wilson's quiet, hesitant voice came across the line.
"Wilson?" Cameron sat up suddenly, fully awake.
He sighed softly. "Yeah, it's me. Sorry to wake you up. I just wanted to see how you're feeling."
"Oh. I'm okay. You?" Sympathy clear in her question.
"Me? Oh, I'm fine." There was a brief silence, then. "So, listen, um, would you like to get together today? We could grab a bite to eat or something."
Cameron hesitated. She'd had an idea that Wilson liked her for some time, and when she'd kissed him the night before, the look on his face had more or less confirmed it. While she thought he was a nice guy and even attractive, her feelings for him leaned toward friendship only. Finally, she decided her answer; she should talk to him, tell him the truth. "Sure. How about lunch?"
"Lunch would be great." His voice was tinged with excitement.
They decided to meet in a couple of hours at a deli that was kind of halfway between their homes.
As she hung up the phone, she couldn't suppress the pang of guilt. Kissing him the night before had only bolstered his hope. Now she had two hours to figure out how to let him down easy, and salvage a blooming friendship.
"Never a dull moment." She mumbled, crawling out of bed to get ready for lunch.