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Warning: OMG MY FIRST WARNING! This has some more Wilson/Cuddy stuff. Not to spoil it for you, but if you have 'problems,' with Wilson/Cuddy action (nothing graphic, people) then I suggest you skip that particular part. I absolutely promise there will be some HOUSE/CAMERON stuff in the next chapter, and probably the chapter after that! Hold me to that!

Vacation

Chapter 11

"Dr. Cuddy?"

No response.

"Cuddy?"

"Cuddddddyy…" Cameron poked Cuddy in the arm. Still no response. Cameron picked up a pillow from the opposite side of the bed and wacked her with it.

"Lisa, wake up!"

Cuddy pried an eye open, turned over and sat up. Cameron was standing beside her, pillow in hand.

"Want to get some breakfast?" Cameron asked eagerly.

"What time is it?"

"Twelve- thirty."

Cuddy rubbed her eyes. "Good lord, is it really that late?"

"Sorry. I didn't get up until 9:43, if it helps."

Cuddy sat on the side of her bed- she was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a gray tee shirt. "What makes you think you can still eat breakfast at 11:00?"

"I hear the hotel serves breakfast 24 hours."

"Oh."

Cameron moved from the side of the bed to the table and arranged the flowers in the vase as Cuddy tried to stand, but fell back onto the bed. "I feel like I've been hit by a bus."

Cameron turned. "You don't have to go. You don't want to, do you?"

Cuddy looked up at her with big, puppy dog eyes. "Would you be heartbroken?"

Cameron laughed. "No, I'll be fine." She started moving towards the exit. "Maybe I could get Chase or somebody, to come," she said, partly to herself. "Or House and Wilson…you know, they seemed to be joined at the hip…"

Cuddy covered her face. "Oh no…Wilson."

Cameron came back into the room. "Lisa? Are you okay?"

Cuddy shook her head.

Cameron came to sit on the side of the bed with her. "Do you want to…um…tell me something?"

Cuddy nodded her head.

"But you just can't say it?"

Cuddy nodded her head again.

"Dr. Cuddy, it's okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me."

Cuddy spoke, her hands still over her face, her hair sprawled out behind her head. "I kissed Wilson."

Cameron's eyes go wide. "But he's…"

"Married, I know."

"When?"

"Yesterday, during the fireworks."

"Oo, romantic."

"Focus, Cameron."

"Sorry. What happened?"

"We kissed; did I stutter?"

"No, I mean…"

"I know, Cameron- I'm just pissed at myself."

"Do you feel any better now that you've told someone?"

"Slightly. I've still got this pit feeling in the bottom of my stomach."
"That means you're hungry."

"Oh. Alright, let me get dressed."

"Good," Cameron replied, rubbing her hands together. "You can tell me all about it."

Oh, Cuddythought. Joy.

"Alright, here's your pancakes with eggs," the incredibly cute waiter said to Cuddy, handing her the plate, "And your French- toast," he gave Cameron hers'.

"Thank you," she replied.

He winked at her. "Sure."

"Was he flirting with me?" Cameron asked Cuddy, once the incredibly cute waiter had left.

Cuddy looked backwards, to see the incredibly cute waiter looking at them. "Do you even need to ask?"

Cameron giggled, but then became serious again. "Okay, now, tell me what happened."

Cuddy nervously glanced around. "With all these people around?"

Cameron nodded, "That's the beauty of it- no one can hear what you're saying because everyone's talking over everyone else." She stretched out the last three words for emphasis.

"Oh. I see."

"So…."

"So…we kissed. I'm screwed. Enough said."

"Did he kiss you, or did you kiss him?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, actually."

"Well…I don't know."

"Yes you do!"

"No, I don't…well, I sort of do."

"Tell me! This is vital."

"This," she said, motioning to each of them, " is juvenile."

"Yes, well, it's a fairly juvenile situation."

"Fine," Cuddy said defiantly. "We kissed each other."

"In one, simultaneous motion?"
"Yeah, I guess."

"Alright, good."

"That's good?"

"Uhuh, that way you cant blame it on one or the other. It was both your faults."

"Oh, gee, Cameron, that makes me feel great."

"I'm talking worst-case scenario, alright?"

"We're getting nowhere."

Cameron sighed. "Its because you're not cooperating."

"Well, Miss Love Doctor, I'm not comfortable talking about this. I'd rather talk about it with him. You know, to his face."

"Well, why don't you?"

For the first time in many moons, Cuddy was silent.

Most of the others (the rest of the Crew, I mean) woke up around 1:00 or 1:30 pm. Then were quite surprised to know that, because Rob had mysteriously never shown up that morning to take BACK to Disneyland (or because Cuddy had tipped him extra just to take the day off so that they could all get some 'goddamn sleep') that they would not be going anywhere planned that day.

Many of them, like previously mentioned, slept until 12:30 or 1:15, then lay in their beds, awake, for thirty minutes, and then took three fifteen minute naps until 2:00 or so. Most of them then realized that they must have missed the limo, sprinted to Cuddy's room, nearly had a heart attack, found Cuddy in her room, asked her what was going on, Cuddy would explain, and then the person would be so wide awake that they just decided to hang out for a while. The first person to arrive was James Wilson, when Cuddy was brushing her teeth, at 1:18.

"Oh, God, Cuddy!" He said in a strangled yell. She came out of her bathroom, holding a toothbrush.

"Wilson? What is it?"

"Where…are…we," he sputtered, between breaths.

"Where are we what?"

"…Going…"

"Going?"

"Today!"

"Oh! Nowhere. Not today, anyways," she said, and went back into her bathroom, knowing no one had been a false alarm. Wilson collapsed on the couch.

"Why?"

"Uhm…." Cuddy said from her bathroom, searching for a good excuse other than the bribe. "Rob just, eh, didn't show up this morning, so I decided I shouldn't wake anyone for no reason."

"Is he okay?"

"Who?

"Rob."

"Rob? I'm sure he's fine." She wished he would stop asking questions so she wouldn't have to lie to him anymore. Then, Cuddy remembered she had something very important to discuss with her guest.

"Uh, Wilson? We need to talk."

Wilson knew immediately what she was speaking of. "Right."

Cuddy came closer to him, but kept her distance. She tried to look him in the eye, but she couldn't. His eyes were to pretty.

"Okay…" She said. She hadn't planned any farther than 'We need to talk.'

"Where do we start?"

"I guess I will," Cuddy said, popping her knuckles. She always popped her knuckles when she was uncomfortable or didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry," she blurted finally. "I was out of bounds. I crossed a line- I got-"

"Swept up in the moment," he finished for her. "I know. I did, too."

A wave of relief rushed over her. "You have no idea how good it is to hear you say that," Cuddy said, starting to laugh.

"I'm just happy we're both on the same page!" Wilson laughed with her. "So, we're, co-workers? "Wilson laughed with her. "So, we're, co-workers again?"

"I'd say more like friends," she clarified.

"Friends?"

"Very good friends," she said, taking two more steps towards him. 'No', she thought. She was loosing it- she was walking and she wasn't going to be able to stop herself. It was happening to Wilson, too, she knew, but it was beyond their power to quit it. Her brain was screaming "STOP RIGHT THERE!" But the rest of her was telling her brain to go screw itself, she was going to do whatever her heart told her to do, and her heart was cheering her on. Cuddy kept moving.

"Very, very good friends?" Wilson asked. She was four feet away and closing, three, two…

"Friends with bene-" but she never finished; Wilson pulled her into a tight embrace with a long, powerful kiss. Her heart was going a million miles a minute. 'This is WRONG,' Cuddy's brain was screaming at the top of its lungs. 'He's a married man! You're asking for trouble!'

Cuddy pulled away, her eyes shining with tears. "We need to stop," she said, kissing him again and again.

"Your actions contradict your words," he breathed into her ear, returning her kisses, moving his hand up her back and to her shoulders.

"Shut up," she hissed, pulling him tighter to her. Wilson had grazed her neck with his lips when they heard a sound that made them both jump.

"CUDDY!" It was Chase. He entered in the same way Wilson did- using the doorframe for support as he clutched at his chest, having a mini-heart attack.

"Cuddy, did…the…limo…"

Cuddy thanked God Chase was to involved with his cardiac issues to notice that Cuddy and Wilson had pried apart from each other with only a split second to spare.

"Nah, Chase, it's okay, the limo's not coming today. You can breath."

"I am," he said, coughing.

Dr. House was the last one to arrive in the room. He waltzed in at around 2:40, looking completely calm and not at all worried that he might experience a heart attack.

"Where have you been?" Cameron asked. They were all in Cuddy's room, looking quite at home- sprawled out on the furniture. Foreman was even sleeping.

"I was sleeping."

"Until 2:40?"

"No, until whenever Chase ran down the hall, past my room, screaming 'CUDDY! CUDDY'! That pretty much woke me up," he said, looking at Chase and imagining there were two death-rays coming out of his eyes. "I hate you for that."

"Yeah? So what else is new?" Chase asked, taking a bite of cereal. Cameron giggled.

House sat down next to where Foreman's head lay and flicked his nose. Foreman gave a "huhwhu?" Sort of noise and sat bolt upright, hitting his head on the table.

"Ouch," House said, pretending like he cared. "But if I have to be awake, so do you." He directed his attention to Cuddy, who was standing by the counter, drinking a bottle of Ozark.

"Have you all just been in here…chatting?"

Wilson gazed around in amazement. "Yeah," he said, not believing that this could be true. Could he have actually bonded with these residents?

"That's eerie."

"Well you've killed the conversation now," Cuddy pointed out.

"Cry me a river," he shot back.

"Oh, come on guys!" Wilson exclaimed. "Could you get along just once?"

"Probably not," Chase said under his breath.

"Chase…" he warned.

"Sorry!" Chase responded, honestly.

The rest of the day continued as usual, with some fighting between doctors (namely Cuddy and House) and eye rolling from Wilson and laughing from the ducklings. By 6:00, they were still in the room. Cameron and Foreman had made a food run (Burger King) but they had actually bonded. Of course, they didn't realized they had experienced the 'B' word until they were on the plane back home, but they had bonded nonetheless. And it was wonderful.

By 6:15, however, they had actually run out of things to talk about. After a good laugh and everyone was silent, Cuddy rose the question on everyone's mind. "What do we do now?"

The ducklings looked at each other; they had nothing to offer the conversation. Suddenly, Wilson's face broke into a smile.

"I think I have a good idea," he said, smiling to himself.

"Yes…?" They all said, practically in synchronicity.

"I'll tell you at seven o'clock," he said, standing up. "Meet in the lobby at 7 o'clock."

"Hey!" Cuddy teased. "That's my job!"

"Sorry," Wilson replied, blushing. He began shoeing people out of the room. Cameron spoke up. "How should we dress?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, should we dress up or down."?

"Somewhere in the middle?" He suggested. He didn't knew a lot about women, but he still wasn't 100 percent sure of the rules for dress, especially for the place they were going.

"Fine," she pouted. She hated getting too dressed up for somewhere. Wilson pushed everyone out so that the women had plenty of time to get ready- one thing he did know was that they took for freaking ever to get ready. Cuddy waved them all away, but once they were all out of her room, she looked at the clock and realized she only had forty minutes to get ready. She tore through the room and made a bee- line for her closet.

"Now," she thought to herself, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "What to wear…"

Albeit, like I've said before, this chapter wasn't necessary. It was kind of a filler chapter; something wet your thirst, to keep you from going insane from no Vacation (pun intended.) The Wilson/Cuddyness wasn't necessary, ether, but it wasn't a bad thing, so I just thought, 'what the heck?' And threw it in.

So, there you go. Another great installment (I pray). Leave a comment after the beep. And please hold me to the House/Cameron! I need to be reminded!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.