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Warning: I'm getting a little heavy on the Wilson/Cuddy here. So watch yourself.

Vacation

Chapter 12

The cordless phone rang in Wilson's room, 15 minutes after he had made his announcements about going to an undisclosed location for some frivolousity, also undisclosed. It was House.

"Wilson!"

"Hey, Greg."

"Where are we going?" House asked, bluntly.

"Can't tell you."

"Please?"

"Nope."

"Don't make me come over there," House replied, beating on the wall with his cane. Wilson beat back. "It would ruin the surprise!"

"For who?"

"For the people at home, reading this fanfiction."

"Oh," House said, understandingly. "Okay then." He hung up.

Wilson entered the room at 7:05, rubbing his hands together as if he had an evil plan at hand, which he, in fact, did.

"You're late," Cuddy said, glancing at her watch.

"Yeah," he said, not paying too much attention. "I was calling Rob; giving him directions."

"To where?" House asked.

"The place we're going…" he trailed off. He wasn't about to fall into House's trap and reveal the secret clubhouse. No, not this time, buddy.

"Tell us?" Cameron requested, pouting her lips. Cameron was one chick who you thought you could predict, but she would have a tendency to surprise you- she had really let her hair down since they reached San Diego. It was some weird metamorphosis that had happened in a split second, like a snake shedding it's skin.

Wilson wrinkled his nose. "You'll just have to be patient."

The limo drove down the highway at a speed that would alarm any good-natured local. They passed trucks, cars, two other limousines and one tour bus by the time Rob pulled into their final destination.

'This has GOT to be a mistake,' Cuddy thought to herself as they got out and closed the door behind her.

The crew stood in front of (probably) the ugliest building in the state of California. It wasn't even a building, really, just some wood and bricks thrown together with a neon sign sticking up from the roof that said 'BAR' only the 'R' had gone out, so it only said 'BA,' which made them all a bit nauseous.

All nauseous, except for Wilson, who still had the stupidest grin on his face. House was about to slap that grin right off when Wilson gestured they all went inside. They followed in, Cuddy last, who later swore she could hear noises of vomiting wafting around from the other corner of the bar.

You'd think that the inside of a place that looked crappy on the outside would look great, and in a chick-flick you'd be right, but in real life, you're usually stuck. In this case, they were stuck with a bar that looked just as bad, if not worse. The lighting was dim, the smell was even worse and there were two very tall, very drunk, very mean looking men in trucker hats eyeing Cameron, who suddenly wished she had a can of pepper spray.

"Isn't it great?" Wilson asked, smiling.

"Uhhh, Jimmy," House said, coming up to the front of the crowd and taking his friend by the shoulders. "I'm not quite sure how to tell you this, but…"

"It sucks!" Chase blurted.

"Thank you, Chase," House said, returning to his spot.

"You don't like it?" Wilson half- whimpered.

Cricket.

"No!" Cuddy said, scampering to the front. "I like it. It's cozy. It's got friendly….erh…people!" She said, gesturing to the couple groping each other by the pool table. "Why don't we give it a chance?" She said, as if it was no big thing.

'The hell am I doing?' She thought. 'This is wretched! Then why on earth am I defending it?'

"I think Dr. Cuddy's right," Foreman said brightly. Cameron joined in, and soon Wilson was smiling again.

"Alright!" He said, glowing. "I'll get us a table. You all just…wait here."

While they waited for Wilson to come back, Cameron sidled up beside Cuddy, clutching her purse and jacket.

"What was that?" Cameron asked her colleague, careful to keep her voice down.

"What was what?" Cuddy asked, hoping her innocent act would scare Cameron away. As if.

"From the moment you stepped out of the limousine, I knew you loathed this place. But just three minutes later, you were acting like it was sacred. Now, call me crazy, but I have a feeling you weren't being Mrs. Defensive for the shack, but I think…"

"Cameron," Cuddy snarled warningly. "I don't think you ought to go there."

"Alright, alright," Cameron said, backing off. "But sweetheart, you are Stage Four Smitten."

"Shut up!" Cuddy hissed childishly as the waitress directed them over to their booth.

But she knew it. There was no denying it. She was smitten with James Wilson to say the least, and she could fool herself all she wanted, but there would be nothing to do about it.

Once the drinks had been downed, the food had been ordered and the fun been poked at, Wilson (who was slightly tipsy himself) held up an empty Miller Light bottle and said,

"Who wants to make this a little more interesting?"

House snorted. "Is it not interesting enough as it is?"

"Well, I just thought…"

"Alright, alright, shut up and tell us."

"How can he shut up and tell you at the same time?" Asked Chase. House kicked him under the table.

"Fine! I'll shut up," he said, laughing.

"For gods sake, spit it out, James," House said, smiling.

"Who's up for Spin-The-Bottle-Truth-Or-Dare?" Wilson asked, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I'm sorry, when did I step out of my vacation and into a teenaged girls' thirteenth birthday party?"

"Hey," Wilson said, in mock-hurt. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"Don't be so mean, House," Cameron said, punching him in the shoulder, sending a shiver through House's body. He didn't let it show, though. "Okay, fine. How does this game of yours work?"

Wilson was happy to see that House was actually happy to oblige.

"It's pretty simple," he explained, setting the bottle down on the table. "We spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on, they have to answer a truth or dare."

"Simple enough," Cuddy pointed out.

"Alright, let's start," he said. Foreman held up his hand. "You know what? I think I'm out."

"Aww, Foreman, c'mon," Cameron whined. "Stay."

"No, that's okay, you go on without me." He slid out of the booth. "I promised I'd write Ellen and I haven't yet."

"Is that your new girlfriend?" Cameron said, sounding more and more like a high- schooler with every swig of whatever she was drinking.

Foreman nodded.

"Eric and Ellen…That's so cute!"

Chase started chanting. "Eric and Ellen sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

Foreman shook his head. "You guys are psychotic," he said, turning to leave. "Have fun," he yelled back, waving over his shoulder.

"And then there were five," Wilson quoted. He laid the brown bottle down on the table sideways. "Okay if we begin?"

Then all nodded, and Wilson gave the bottle a spin. It went round and round and finally landed on Chase.

"Okay, Chase, what great torture shall I thrust uponith you?"

Chase looked at Wilson funny in regards to his new Old-English accent, but resumed.

"Truth, I guess."

"Boring," Wilson said, looking away to think for a moment. "Lets see…okay, Chase, have you ever done anything illegal, and if so, how illegal?"

Everyone was silent while Chase thought. Suddenly, Chase burst out laughing. "The last time I played this, I was ten years old."

"Way to avoid the question," House said spiritedly.

"Okay, okay," Chase said, still wracking his brain. A sudden expression dawned on his face. He became very somber. "Okay, I've never told anyone this, but when I was 14, I…"

"What?" Cuddy asked.

"I…had some pot at a friends house."

Everyone was silent.

"But that was it- just once- a long time ago. Like, over a decade ago, when I was still in Australia. So don't get on my case about it or anything," he said defensivly.

"It's your turn now, Chase," Wilson spoke, after a moment of silence. Reluctantly, Chase picked spun the bottle. It stopped, pointing to Cameron.

"Ha, ha," Chase said, trying to think of something evil to ask her, sure she was going to say 'truth.'"

"Um…Truth, I guess," she said.

"Alrighty, Allison," drawing out her name. "What's something that you never wanted to tell any of us, but now that I told you to, you have to."

"Good one," Cuddy commented.

Cameron thought for a second, and then smirked. "My Sophomore year of high-school, I was in a band."

House's jaw dropped. "Really?"

She laughed, "Yeah, really."

"Did you sing?"

"Hell no, I didn't sing. Can't sing."

"Guitar?"

"Nope. Drums."

"That's awesome," House said in awe.

"Thanks," she said, blushing.

"Did you have a name?" Cuddy asked.

"Oh, we did, I just can't remember…"

"Yes, you can."

"No, I cant! It was over a seven years ago!"

"You just can't forget the name of your band, Allison," Cuddy said, truthfully.

Cameron sighed. "Alright…we called ourselves 'The Poison Girls'."

When Chase heard that, he nearly died from lack of oxygen to his brain from laughing so much. And if the floor hadn't have been so dirty, House would have been rolling on it. Cuddy didn't laugh nearly as hard, but was having a hard time keeping a straight face and Wilson needed House to keep himself from falling.

"Don't laugh, guys," she said, but she was obviously enjoying her humiliation as much as they were.

Cuddy rolled here eyes. "They're all a little drunk…everything's exaggerated to them. If they start yelling, though, I'm out of here."

"Alrighty, Cuddy, it' s your turn," House said viciously. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," she said, solid as a brick wall.

"What is with you women and truth?" Chase asked rhetorically.

"Cuddy," House said, drawing attention back to the matter at hand. "What is something that you'd like to gloat about to us?"

"Huh?" She asked. She was good at playing dumb; she honestly didn't understand the question.

"What have you done in your life that you'd like to…you know…rub in our faces?"

"This is your one chance, Lisa." Cameron said. "Go on, kick em in the ass."

"Oh, I know," Cuddy said. "When I was seventeen, I wrote a book and managed to actually get it published."

House smirked. This was exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Seriously?" Asked Wilson.

"Uhuh. It was pretty cool," she shrugged.

"I'm assuming it had a title," House said, egging her on.

"Oh, no, don't worry about that," she said, waving her hand. "It's out of circulation. It sold like hot cakes for the first year or so and then 'BAM!' people just stopped buying it."

Chase looked at Cameron. Cameron looked at Chase.

"Isn't that what happened …" Chase mouthed to Cameron, who nodded her head fervently. The relationship between Lisa Cuddy and Sali Ducdy was beginning to seem very real. The wheels in Cameron's mind came to a screeching halt, and suddenly, a light bulb came on.

Sali Ducdy Lisa Cuddy. It was all so obviously now- Cameron could hardly believe she hadn't sooner figured it out.

"That's weird," Wilson commented.

"Agreed," Cuddy said, taking an extra-crispy French fry off her plate and swirling it in ketchup. " It's like a conspiracy or something," She said, laughing. "But that's it. Nothing big."

"Yeah," Wilson mumbled. "Nothing big."

The digital clock read 12:48 when House returned to his room that night. He had promised himself earlier that he'd stay awake so he could see the "Night Court" marathon on TV Land, but it just wasn't gonna happen. Without bothering to change his clothes, House flopped on the bed and went to sleep.

"Knock, knock," someone said on the other side of Cuddy's door.

"

Who's there?" She asked, not getting up from her comfortable spot on her couch, in front of the TV.

"Madame," the voice said. Cuddy began thinking it was House.

"Madame who?" She said, getting up to go open the door.

"Madame foot's stuck in the door, can you help me get it out?"

Cuddy laughed and opened the door, expecting to find a tall man with a cane there. What she got, however, was a man more her size with a bucket. She stopped laughing.

"Oh. Hi, Wilson."

"Hey," he said, nonchalantly. He held up his bucket. "Got any ice?"

This question took Cuddy off-guard. She blinked several times. "Ice. Ice. Ice! Yep, I've got ice." She opened the door wider so Wilson could come in.

"So," Wilson tried to make casual conversation. "How are you?"

Cuddy pushed her glasses farther up her nose. "Not any different since you saw me last half an hour ago."

"Ha. Right. Sorry." He felt stupid for asking.

"No, no, it's alright." She felt stupid for making him feel stupid.

Wilson turned towards the door, his bucket full. "Thanks for the ice."

"No problem." There was serious tension here. Wilson gave a little wave and went out the door. Without warning, Cuddy ran after him.

"Hey! Wait!" She yelled.

"What?"

"Stay?"

" 'Scuse me?"

Cuddy's mind went blank. All she could think of was TV. "There's a Night Court marathon on TV Land!" She blurted. 'Shit, he thinks I'm an idiot,' she thought.

"Oh."

"And I've got Snapple…"

"Umm…"

"Well, studies show that people are more likely to laugh when there's someone else in the room, rather than when they're alone." 'What the fuck am I saying!'

"Well, who can say no to Snapple?"

Cuddy just smiled and held the door open for him. What did she do now? Did they talk or just watch? Wilson sat down on the couch and made himself comfortable- Cuddy sat down on the side opposite him and fidgeted.

"Wilson?"

"Yes?" He said, not taking his eyes away from the screen. 'He really thinks this is just a hang-out thing, doesn't he? No tension there,' she thought. 'Well, if he doesn't feel awkward, nether should I.'

"I was just thinking…do you feel awkward here?"

"With you?"

"With me."

"A little bit, to be honest."

Cuddy smiled and adjusted her glasses again. "Okay, good, because I do, too."

He turned to look at her. "I'm feeling awkward now."

"Yeah, maybe you should go."

"Maybe I should," he replied, his eyes smiling. Wilson got off the couch and made his way to the door, Cuddy trailing behind him. He put his hand on the door handle.

"See you in a few hours," she said. "8 o'clock sharp."

"Sounds good," Wilson replied. After he left, Cuddy took a deep breath and went over to the kitchen-are of the suit, got some store-bran popcorn out and started put in the microwave. She heard the door open and close again, beyond the living room area.

"Wilson?" She called out. "Did you forget your ice?" Cuddy walked from behind the oven to find Wilson, who, without warning, pulled her into a deep kiss. She immediately pulled out.

"Stop!" She said, reeling back.

"Why?"

"We can't do this. Wilson, for god's sake, you're married!"

"Is that all?" Wilson replied, pulling her close again. Their noses were barely touching.

"Doesn't that mean something to you?" She asked. She felt a twang of guilt, but it was merely a twang.

He smirked and kissed her again. "Should it?"

She smiled back. She had never felt this way before. "Yes."

"Forget it," he said. He kissed her cheek and down to her neck, leading her into the bedroom. He lost his T-shirt somewhere along the way, and she pulled off her camisole, too. Articles of clothing littered her hallway, and before long, Wilson wasn't wearing but boxers.

"This is so wrong," she giggled.

"Let yourself go," he replied, and kissed her again, pressing her onto the bed, her fingers securing themselves in his hair.

She never got her popcorn.

Weak ending, I know, but it's sort of hard to stop a sex scene before it even begins and still come out smelling like a rose. I fully believe Cuddy needs some love, too.

I'm so sorry the chapters are so long and the updates are few and far between, but you have been so good to me about keeping with it::bows: thank you so much. Your reward will be in heaven

AUTHORS NOTE:

Now, I am pretty sure some of you are going to have a problem with my pairing, especially since I've gone more intimate, blah blah blah. I just want to deeply apologize to all of my House/Cameron fans.

I let you down! I said there would be some House/Cameron stuff and there WASN'T! What kind of monster am I? A busy monster, that's for sure. I want all of you to please forgive me and know that next chapter it is going to be COMPLETELY House/Cameron and I sincerely hope you stick with me and my hideously long spaced updates to read it!

As always, reviews are esteemed (good word, that esteemed), good or bad.

Thanks! You all are great!

Love,

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PS- If you haven't gotten the new House MD DVD set season one, I highly recommend it! It's awesome! Jennifer Morrison seems so bubblily- like, you'd see her on the street and ask for her autograph and she'd say, "Oh, sure!" And be very sweet about it. Doesn't she?

All right, I'll just let you comment now. Thanks again.