Change Chapter 3

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A/N: I'm slightly unsure about this chapter. I don't know if I got the characterisation right. Let me know how I did, and if I need to rewrite any of it! Thanks!

Chapter 3: Something to think about

House sat in his office with his good leg propped up on the table, and his gameboy in his hand. He was venting his anger towards a certain brunette on the little buggers on the tiny screen, yet he was loosing, which made him even more frustrated.

Roughly switching the small machine off, he put it on his desk rather hard. Reaching for his cane, House grabbed the solid wood for support as he propped himself up and limped over to the T.V, switching it on in an attempt to drown out his frustration with General Hospital.

House stared at the screen for several minutes before he realised that this was going nowhere. He put the machine on mute and sat forward, resting his forehead on the handle of his cane.

It wasn't as if it was just Cameron's actions that annoyed him. Generally, that was the most common part of her that did annoy him, that and her ability to be all warm and fuzzy. House needed time to think this over. To fully digest the situation to which he had landed himself into. Now she was angry with him and probably wouldn't talk to him all day, if not ever again.

'Uh oh…someone's not in a good mood.'

House looked up wearily and saw the smiling form of James Wilson at the door. Walking in and sitting himself in front of House, Wilson continued staring at him, smiling.

'You'd know how to pick em'. See this look often on your wife, I bet.' House replied.

Wilson ignored the jibe. 'Where's Cameron?'

'I neither know, nor care.' House replied, sitting up straight.

This caused Wilson to smile even wider. 'Liar.'

House sighed, annoyed. 'Why are you suddenly so interested in Cameron anyway? Wife finally dump you?'

'Oh come off it, House. You've both been stalking around the hospital all day in foul moods, and have clearly been avoiding each other. So, what happened last night?' Wilson asked.

'Nothing happened last night.' House said in a voice that clearly meant he was not telling the truth.

'Liar.' Wilson replied.

'How do you know I'm lying?' House asked obnoxiously.

'I just do. So, back to the point at hand…what happened between you two?' Wilson asked, getting slightly impatient.

House sighed and leant back into the chair. He clearly wasn't going to win this with all the snark in the world. 'We kissed.'

Wilson's eyes grew large and he grinned. 'Where?'

'At her place.'

'Uh huh. And how, exactly did you end up at her apartment?' Wilson asked, smirking.

House grunted a reply that meant that he was not going to answer him. Wilson smiled. He was as transparent as ever.

'So what did you do to piss her off?'

'Go away before I stick this cane up your…'

'Ok, ok.' Wilson said, getting up laughing. 'I'll just go to Cameron then.'

Wilson ducked out the door as House threw a ball at him.

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Cameron stood in the lab flipping through some paperwork for the previous blood work they had done. Normally this job wasn't her favourite to perform, but in the present situation she was more than happy to stay in the confines of the lab.

Cameron had successfully avoided House all day. Without a patient, this made her job fairly easy and hanging around the lab gave her not only the benefit of not seeing him, but also venting on how much of an ass he was.

Typing on the laptop, Cameron made a mental note to thank Chase and Foreman for giving her the lab work today, when a soft knock was heard on the glass door. Before Cameron had time to look up, Wilson had walked in.

'Hey, can we talk?' He asked, sitting himself down on a stool.

Cameron smirked. 'Ooh, I'm getting a severe case of De-ja-vu right now.' She replied, closing down the program on the laptop.

'How are you?' Wilson asked tentively.

'How am I? Fine. I'm fine. Good. I'm fine.' Cameron replied, although she closed the laptop with a little force.

Wilson smiled. 'One more fine and I might actually believe you.'

Cameron rolled her eyes. 'I suppose you've spoken to House.'

Wilson shrugged. 'We've exchanged words. It was mostly him being sarcastic and snarky. Actually, we nearly had a normal conversation.' He replied.

Cameron turned to face him. 'Then why are you here?'

'I just wanted to see how you were. And ask why I should be asking how you are.' Wilson replied.

'House didn't tell you? That's surprising. Usually he can't get bitching about me out fast enough.' Cameron replied.

'I do see similarities in your moods. Listen, he…you need to talk. Both of you. In the same room. I know him and he was probably just digesting what happened.' Wilson told her, standing up.

'I attempted to talk to him this morning. He told me to leave it. So that's what I'm doing. If he wants me…I'm right here.' Cameron replied, turning back to her microscope.

Wilson nodded and walked out of the lab. Maybe he could actually get some work done today. All he's done so far was go back and forth between friends like he was in high school. Cuddy would not be impressed.

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