Cameron walked down the hallway studying the books. She had heard rumors that House was an accomplished pianist, but somehow her mind could not get around the idea of Dr. James Wilson playing Dylan, or worse yet, Nirvana, on the guitar.

She stumbled while rounding a corner, and an envelope fell out of one of the books. She picked it up. It was full of photos. She stared at it for what seemed an eternity. Should she open it? Dying though she was of curiosity, Cameron also felt the slightest trickle of fear. What if it was pictures of House and Stacy? Did she really want to open old wounds?

Or… what if they were pictures that put House in a compromising position. Dear God. What if he's naked! The corner of Cameron's mouth twitched upwards. Privacy be damned. She opened the envelope.

The first picture was slowly pulled out of the envelope. Cameron stared at it for a few seconds, eyes widening. She looked around and then decided to seek refuge in the women's restroom.

The first picture lay flat on the guitar books that Cameron had laid on her lap. She studied it. It was Wilson. He was sitting in a chair next to a window. He was playing the guitar. Cameron marveled at how different he looked. The normally neat hair was tousled, and the white lab coat and tie was replaced with a faded band t shirt and well worn jeans. He had the merest hint of stubble on his cheeks. She glanced at the date of the picture. 10-06-98. Nearly 7 years ago.

She flipped to the next picture and her stomach lurched. It was House.

Although it was only 7 years earlier, he looked nearly 20 years younger. The hair was still close cropped, but darker. He was wearing an AC/DC shirt. "I think he was wearing that same shirt the other day," Cameron whispered. He was sitting at the piano, playing, with a faint smile on his lips. Unlike Wilson, he was clean-shaven. It almost made him look… "He looks goofy," Cameron giggled. Her smile became wistful. Goofy, but happy.

She turned to the next picture. Wilson had one foot on the piano bench, resting the guitar on his leg. He and House were laughing. She noticed a few beer bottles in the background.

She flipped through the rest of the pictures, there were 8 in total. One of them portrayed House standing up at the piano, eyes closed, mouth open in the middle of a song. Cameron focused on his legs. This was before the infarction. Suddenly the giddiness faded, and a faint sorrow filtered in.

There was another picture of House and Wilson. House was playing and Wilson was standing there, holding the guitar, and watching his friend. Cameron studied the two figures. No one knew exactly how long House and Wilson had been friends. The fact that House could relate enough to another human being was somewhat unbelievable in and of itself.

She slowly shuffled through the pictures again. Friends. Why was it that House was such a miserable bastard and he still had friends. Cameron sighed. Now was not the time to wallow in self pity. "Besides," she said to herself, "we're going out tonight. So I have friends too."

Putting the pictures back in the envelope she prepared to shove them mindlessly back in the guitar book. Then she paused. Standing up in the stall, she bit her bottom lip. "This," she said softly, "is a bad idea." And she slipped the envelope into her lab coat.

She glanced in the mirror on her way out. Same old Allison.

Dr. Wilson's office was down the hall. She knocked timidly on the door.

"Come in," came the voice from behind the door.

Cameron opened the door and stepped into the office. Wilson brightened visibly. "Dr. Cameron," he said warmly. "What can I do for you today?"

"House," she said quietly. "He uh, sent these to you." Cameron held out her hand with the guitar books in them.

Wilson looked perplexed, and took them from her. "What are these… hey!" He stood up from his desk. "I knew it! I knew he had them. Jeez he's had these for years." Wilson suddenly remembered that Cameron was standing in his office. He looked at her guiltily. "Sorry, I just…"

She shook her head. "He says it was Stacy's fault." She was smiling.

"Of course he did." Wilson tossed them on his desk, and sat back down.

"So," Cameron said shyly, "you play guitar?"

Wilson studied her. "I used to. My guitar got damaged in a move. No real time to practice anymore anyway." He was always unsure how to act around Cameron. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. But she was House's. One way or another.

She smiled. "You should buy a new one."

Wilson grinned. "Oh I don't know. I haven't played in years."

Cameron looked at him solemnly. "Some things are worth taking the time for, Dr. Wilson. Some things you just don't give up on."

"Some things," Wilson said softly, "and some people."

Cameron flushed. "I wouldn't know about that."

Wilson nodded. "Do you play an instrument?"

Cameron's blush deepened. "I played flute from the fifth grade all up through undergrad." She smiled ruefully. "I was never very good."

"Why did you stop?" Wilson asked.

Cameron shrugged. "Life got in the way."

"Yeah," Wilson said. "It usually does. I heard about your case. Good job on picking up on that. Stacy talked to the mother and they are going to press charges against the creep who did that to her."

Cameron sat down in the chair in front of Wilson's desk. "Wow. Good." She looked down. "And the baby?" She murmured.

"I have no idea." Wilson said. He flipped through the songbooks with nostalgia.

"Dr. Wilson?" Cameron said suddenly.

Something in the tone of her voice made him look up.

"What?"

"Why did Stacy and House break up?" As soon as she asked, she was shocked that the words had come out of her mouth. What are you doing? She took a deep breath and stared into Wilson's brown eyes.

Wilson's eyebrows rose. "I guess," he said softly, "life got in the way. You'd have to ask Stacy to be sure."

Cameron nodded. "That's all right. Anyhow, you have your books. You should go get a new guitar and practice. You might even play in the oncology ward. For the kids." She looked pale and drawn. And even behind the smile Wilson could see that she was breaking.

Wilson smiled. "Right. That would be nice. We could do a duet for flute and guitar."

"Only if you can play 'Ode to Joy'. That's about all I remember." Cameron smiled. "Or anything from 'The Sound of Music'."

Wilson laughed. "Oh God. I can't picture the two of us launching into 'Doe a deer'."

Cameron laughed harder at the thought. "You'll have to sing. My mouth will be busy." She realized what she had said and giggled.

Wilson flushed a little and looked at her. The image of Cameron's busy mouth was desperately trying to fill his mind with nasty little thoughts. Easy there…House will kill you…

"Playing the flute," she grinned.

"Yeah. Flute." His blood pressure had gone up.

"Maybe House would play piano?" Cameron said lightly.

House. Right. His pulse slowed a little bit. "He might. He's good."

"I wish I could hear him play," Cameron said.

Wilson looked at her for a moment. "Dr. Cameron," he said softly.

"Yes?"

"Are you still… interested in House?" His brown eyes were staring right at her.

Cameron heard the question. She took a deep breath and exhaled. She sat up straight in her chair and fixed steely green eyes on soft brown ones. "Not in the slightest," she said dryly.

As soon as the words left her mouth, the same thought occurred to Wilson and Cameron. And as a look passed between them, they knew the truth.

Everybody lies.