Stuck
BookwormKiwi
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys made my day.
In response to livetoeat06, Cameron did know Wilson, he was making a joke. I hope I've made that clear here.
By the way, sorry to some, but I have this thing about dialogue, and I include quite a lot in here.
"Wilson!" Cameron exclaimed.
"Nice to meet you," he said, nodding.
"This isn't funny," Cameron replied angrily.
"Uh, yes it is," Wilson said, giving a smile.
"House?" Cameron turned back to him. His eyes were closed.
"House?" she repeated more urgently, shaking him slightly.
"Cut it out," he murmured.
"House, are you ok?"
"Cameron, I…" he trailed off.
"House!"
He sat up.
"What?"
"House!"
Wilson was beginning to get very sick of hearing his friend's name repeated over and over.
"What?" House asked again, his tone irritated.
"Are you ok?" Cameron was kneeling beside him, looking concernedly down at her boss.
"Fine," he insisted. "Wow, I always thought you'd look up to me, literally and figuratively."
Cameron took a moment to consider his statement.
"Well, I respect you, yes, and you are taller than me, so I suppose…"
"How are we going to get out of here?" Wilson asked impatiently.
"Good question," House said calmly. "Do you have an answer?"
"If I did, would I be asking?" Wilson asked irritably.
"Is that rhetorical?"
"Do you want it to be?"
"What kind of reply is that?" House asked sneeringly.
"What kind do you want-"
"Give it a rest," Cameron sighed. "Wilson, how d'you get here, anyway?"
"I walked through the doors," he said, shrugging, "and ended up here." He shot a dark look at House. "With him."
"You went shopping with House?" Cameron asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow.
"I know, I know, it's stupid, but-"
"I'm still here, you know," House said from a shadow.
"How could we forget?" Wilson sighed.
"Is that rhetorical?"
"Do you-"
"Wilson," Cameron said warningly.
Wilson uttered a meek reply of, "Sorry, Cameron."
It was hard not to retaliate when House was grating him.
The three friends - ok, not so much friends, but acquaintances – sat in small circle. Doing nothing. Finally, Cameron stood up.
"I don't like the dark," she said distastefully.
"There's a candle section over there," Wilson said, pointing helpfully. Cameron followed his finger, and, after knocking over a few things that caused terrible pains in her shins, she found the candles. Gathering a few in her arms, she made her way back to the pair, waiting patiently for her.
"How are we going to light them?" Cameron asked as she dumped the candles in Wilson's lap.
"Smart girl like you should know the answer," House replied.
Wilson surprised everyone by pulling a cigarette lighter out of his pocket.
"Here," he said, tossing it over to Cameron, along with a candle which she clumsily caught.
"I didn't know you smoked," Cameron said, staring intently at Wilson.
"And you will continue not to know," he replied, glaring back at her.
Cameron closed her mouth, and lit two of the white, fat candles.
"These stink," said House. "What are they, lavender?"
"I got unscented," Cameron answered him. "Vicodin's making your senses go numb."
"Where are they, by the way?" House asked severely, turning to Wilson. Cameron watched them warily.
"I took them," Wilson stated.
"And put them…where?"
"Away."
"Away…where?"
"Somewhere special."
"Somewhere special…where?"
Wilson sighed.
"Look, House, I'm not giving it back to you! You take way too much of that stuff."
"Do I look like I care?"
Wilson began to grow angry.
"No! But you should! You're a doctor addicted to drugs. It's pathetic."
House turned to Cameron for support. She felt the moment was right to speak up.
"I agree," she piped in. Wilson turned to her as well. Cameron could see that he was not expecting this.
"Don't worry, Wilson, she's not quite herself," House said to Wilson's puzzled looks. "Being with me for so long does that to her."
"Who is she, then?" Wilson questioned.
"No idea."
"As long as she doesn't actually turn into you," Wilson said.
Only for so long, does Cameron put up with watching the two, like a tennis match, talk about her.
"House isn't so bad," she said softly. House looked almost disgusted at her sympathy.
"Just wait until morning," Wilson said, with a smile that some might mistake for a grimace. "Then you'll see."
A/N: Wow, long chapter. That was fun. I know nothing's happening, and that's kinda the way it's meant to be. A lot of fluff, so excuse the plotless story.