Chapter 4

Pairings: Possible Wilson/Cam, if you read into it, but that might change. Otherwise my friends will kill me…

A/N: By popular demand, another character has entered. And Wilson seems very OOC in this…might stop by and fix it later.

I think I went a bit crazy in this chapter. I was trying out different words…

Thanks to all reviewers.

In answer to KissMyWookiee, I've no idea if they have K-mart's and Big W's in America, so I cleverly left that little detail out…

TPolTucker: Lol, thanks for your enthusiasm. See what I've done for you?

Morning. It seemed so far away. Cameron hugged her knees and rested her head on the points…rather uncomfortable, but she'd rather not lie on the floor. It was…unhygienic, to say the least.

"Morning," House sighed. "It seems so far away."

Cameron glanced oddly at him.

"What did I say?" he protested. Cameron was too tired to give a proper answer, so she shrugged.

"Women," House grumbled. "I will be happy when someone figures out their language."

"House, happy?" Wilson said, raising his own head from the floor. "Not gonna happen."

"There must be something," Cameron thought out loud. Two heads turned towards her.

"There must be something that makes you happy." Cameron was talking directly to House now.

House pondered the statement for a moment.

"Nope."

"Nothing?" Cameron asked, almost pleadingly. She didn't believe that.

"I don't believe you. Perhaps there's nothing you can think of, but there has to be something that you really want."

"If Cuddy stopped harassing me about clinic duty," House said. "I would be truly happy then."

Wilson hastily turned his snort of laughter to a hacking cough when Cameron shot a glare in his direction.

"I don't harass you," came an irritable voice from behind them.

For the second time that night, Cameron let out a shriek. Wilson instinctively put his hands over his ears. Whenever his wife shrieked, he knew he didn't want to listen to whatever came next.

"I just prefer to keep my job. And yours. And that reminds me, next week, you need to make a speech for the committee. Are you capable of that?"

Cuddy. Even in the most extreme circumstances, she managed to turn talk to work.

"What are you doing here?" Cameron asked her disbelievingly. "If I hadn't known better, I would've said you'd all planned this."

Cuddy chose not to answer her question. Or perhaps she didn't hear it, as she was arguing furiously with House.

"Me too," Wilson said. "It is kinda odd, isn't it?"

Cuddy was still trying to convince House to do what she asked, so said nothing on the topic.

Wilson and Cameron sat close together, feeling each other's heat. Cameron shivered, realising she was as cold as an ice cube. Colder, even.

"Does this place have central heating at all?" Cameron asked, shaking harder.

"I doubt it's turned on," Wilson replied. His eyes were closed, but his voice didn't sound one bit sleepy.

"You're not tired, are you?" Cameron asked, adding quietly, "You reckon we'll get out of here soon?"

"Soon as morning comes," Wilson responded, ignoring her first question. "That's when we can get out of this hell hole."

Cameron leapt to defences immediately.

"Come on, it's not that bad," she sniffed.

"Not that bad?" Wilson repeated. "We're stuck with two bickering children for the night." He gestured towards House and Cuddy. "What could be worse?"

"I can think of-"

Wilson held up his hand.

"Don't want to know."

Cameron shrugged off her hurt feeling, with the reassurance of the fact that they were all pretty tired and grumpy at the moment.

She glanced resignedly over at House and Cuddy, still shooting insults at each other.

She was trying to figure out how their conversation had gone from next week's meeting, to House's big headedness, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was a familiar feeling; it had happened once before. However, it was still a shock, and she jumped a little.

Wilson laughed.

"You're so tense. Relax," he told her.

"Relax?" Cameron's voice came out a bit higher than intended. Despite herself, she laughed at Wilson's smile.

"Let's get away from…them," Wilson said, and pulled her through several sections of the store.

They hadn't taken a candle, and were in almost complete darkness. After a few minutes of blind running, Cameron called,

"Where are we going?"

"Far away," came the answer from somewhere in front of her.

They continued running.

After half an hour, Cameron resisted against the dragging.

"I…think this is far enough," she said uncertainly.

"Are you nuts?" Wilson asked, staring at her, and pointing over his shoulder to House and Cuddy, glaring furiously at each other, like a couple of fourth graders.

"We ran around in circles!" Cameron cried. "For half an hour, too."

Wilson shrugged.

"It was a long day at the hospital," he said, shrugging nonchalantly. "I didn't get a chance to run."

Cameron gazed at him intently, but was interrupted by Cuddy, who had huffily stomped over to them.

"I don't know how I got myself into this," she complained readily. "But I have to get out of it. Soon. Or I might go mad."

House had crept up behind Cameron, without her noticing, so she jumped slightly when he spoke, banging the top of her head against his chin.

"I thought you were already- Ow!"

Cameron apologised quickly.

"I'm so sorry, are you OK?"

"That makes…4 times you've asked me tonight?"

"I'm sorry."

"Cameron," Cuddy said, turning to her, "you don't have to be sorry he's a jerk."

"I'm not a-" House started indignantly, but stopped and thought about it.

"Point taken."

Cuddy smiled smugly.

"It's taken me all of 7 years to get him to admit that."

A/N: Wow, flames. I really feel special now. I almost like them; I find them really amusing. However, it doesn't really help me much. If you don't like it, or feel something could be better, please tell me. And I know some of you are incapable, but try and be nice.

Constructive criticism might make me do something. Flames show me you're a…I won't continue.

Dr Cameron: I have no idea what BUOU is, so your comment means nothing. However, it's good to see that there is something more pointless than this.

Dr Colander: I read cereal boxes on a regular basis; if you know where to look, they can be quite informative. Especially the bit about how much energy and sugar it gives you; that's when you realise cereal actually isn't a very good breakfast option.

I don't want to beg for reviews, but a little incentive: I almost always read the stories of my reviewers, and am courteous enough to leave a review. I'm trying to think of that fable, about the elephant and the mouse. What was the moral? Something about favours.