Title: Save The Best For Last (Chapter 8)
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: Here's another new chapter. I was headed in a certain direction with this story, but the muses threatened to beat me up and make me into a penniless hermit hiding in a cabin in the woods in upstate New York. So, I changed my direction and decided to do it their way…lol. Hope you like. Reviews make me smile. ;)

Chapter 8 – A New Direction

'What are you doing?' Cameron's brain asked her as she stood in front of the mirror straightening the skirt of the third outfit she'd tried on.

"You already know the answer to that." She answered herself.

She had a lasagna in the oven, tossed salad in the fridge. She was wearing a black skirt that fell to mid-calf and an emerald green blouse that complimented her ivory skin and dark hair. It also brought out the green in her eyes, making them shine. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and she had minimal makeup and jewelry on, allowing her natural beauty to shine.

Yes, she knew what she was doing, in the sense of not having a clue what she was doing.

It was ten to seven when she finished getting ready and walked into the kitchen; she put garlic bread in the oven. At seven sharp, just as she finished putting dinner on the table, there was a knock at the door.

She opened the door and gave Wilson a soft smile. "Hi. Come on in. Dinner's on the table."

He walked past her into the apartment. "Smells delicious." He followed her to the dinette in the kitchen. 'She's so beautiful.'

They sat and began dinner. Everything was perfect, good food, good friends, good conversation. She laughed at his jokes, and he responded appropriately to her stories. After dinner, they moved to the living room and sat on the couch.

"Want a mint?" She offered as she popped a couple in her mouth.

"Sure." He held out his hand for the mints.

"Maybe garlic bread was a bad idea." She smiled.

He smiled back. "No, everything was great."

She looked at him. He was still wearing his work clothes, khaki pants, light green and white shirt, but no tie. His shirt was open at the collar, making him look relaxed and so damn sexy. She found herself leaning towards him without meaning to.

He saw her moving towards him, and forgot all the reasons it was a bad idea as her lips touched his. When they finally pulled apart for the necessity of breathing, full thought process returned to him.

"Wait. What are you doing?" He was looking her in the eye, trying to see the answers he needed.

She gave him a coy smile and began leaning in again. "I thought that was obvious."

"No." He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back firmly but gently. "Yesterday you said you just want to be friends, and now, tonight you can't keep your hands to yourself. What gives?"

She gave a half-shrug. "I don't know; I just changed my mind. What's the problem? I thought this is what you wanted."

"No. Yes. You don't. You're confused right now." He stood suddenly. "I should go." He walked to the door.

"What?" She followed him.

He turned, just outside the door, and looked at her. "You'll change your mind again tomorrow, and regret this, and I don't think I can do that again." He started down the hall.

'What!' His mind screamed at him. 'She's offering you exactly what you want, and you're going to walk away from it!' He stopped halfway down the hall. "Fuck it." He turned and went back to Cameron's door.

She was still standing in the doorway, watching him, her brown wrinkled in confusion. "Wha…?"

He cut her off as his mouth descended on hers with a passionate kiss.

She returned the kiss with equal fervor, granting his tongue entrance when he practically demanded it. She found this unexpected forcefulness quite a turn-on.

Finally, he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "I needed you to know how I feel, Allison. I'm falling for you…hard. Whatever you decide tomorrow, I'll accept it." He pulled away with another brief kiss.

Cameron watched him walk away with wide eyes. 'What the hell just happened?' She wasn't sure she understood it all, but she thought she liked it.

She walked back into her apartment, her whole body tingling. 'Yes, definitely liked it.'