Title: Save The Best For Last (Chapter 9)
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 a new chapter, so it took me so long. It feels so good to be back. Thank you for the encouraging reviews asking for this chapter. Hope you like. Reviews make me smile. ;)

Chapter 9 – Falling

Wilson was sitting in the cafeteria trying to get through lunch. His mind was spinning with thoughts of the previous evening. He had kissed her…again; he had told her how he felt about her. Why wasn't he happier?

'Because you're terrified of losing her.' His mind supplied unhelpfully.

Sure he'd told her that he would accept her decision either way, but Wilson knew that was a lie. He was fairly certain Cameron knew that too; in fact, he had a pretty good idea that's why he hadn't seen her all day. They both knew that they couldn't be just friends now. Lines had been crossed, and there was no going back.

Considering the emotional storms they were both dealing with, she-getting over House, he-going through a divorce, Wilson knew that starting a new relationship was a bad idea. Then he remembered the way her breath caught when he kissed her in her doorway, the taste of her lips, sweet from the lip gloss she wore, and suddenly he didn't care if it was a bad idea.

He wanted Cameron. That was the only thing that made sense to him anymore.

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Cameron saw Wilson across the cafeteria and froze. She'd been avoiding him all morning, trying to decide her feelings and what she wanted to say.

She was so confused. From the first time she'd seen him, Cameron had thought of Wilson as a coworker and friend, nothing more. Romantic feelings had never entered her mind. Now suddenly things had changed, she was finding herself attracted to him, but she was so afraid to move too fast, so afraid that what she felt wasn't real.

Looking at him across the room in the cafeteria, it was so clear. She knew her decision and relied on fate to provide the words as she made her way to his table.

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"Is this seat taken?" Wilson's head shot up at the familiar soft female voice.

"No. Please…" He offered Cameron the seat.

She smiled and sat. "How are you today?"

"I'm ok." He answered. "You?"

She nodded in agreement of his answer. "I'm ok. Busy morning in the clinic, but that makes the time pass quickly."

He nodded. Silence settled over them for a few minutes. Finally, he couldn't take it. "Cameron, I…" He trailed off, at a loss for words for fear of what would happen. He looked at his hand resting on the table, to avoid her gaze.

She reached across the table and put her hand over his. "James," She said softly. "Call me Allison."

He looked up and fell into deep green eyes; her answer clearly burning in her eyes, but she spoke it aloud for clarification. "After all, if we're going to date I think first names are appropriate." Her smile lit up her face.

His smile was equally bright. "Yes, I agree, Allison." He turned his hand to take hold of hers and brought it to his lips. He brushed a feather-light kiss across her knuckles.

They stayed like that, staring at each other in silent communication, for what felt like hours but was really only minutes. All around them the people in the cafeteria went about their lives. Wilson and Cameron didn't see any of it. They were too busy…falling.