Chapter 3

"Can you believe this. Chase kills someone and I'm the one who has to suffer." House bitched yet again.

"Oh don't worry, it's not just you who is suffering." Wilson said begrudgingly as they walked along the dinner queue.

Wilson was getting sick of House's bitching about clinic duty, Cuddy, Chase, Foreman taking over and Stacy. God was he sick of hearing about Stacy. Stacy has feelings for me, Mark and Stacy are having problems, Stacy wants to fuck me, blah, blah, blah. And House wouldn't stop going on about it. At least, Wilson assumed House was still going on about it because he kept hearing Stacy every other word. Wilson had now developed the fine art of tuning House out and he had built in friendly advice responses.

"Get over it, House," He said short and curtly.

Ok, so it wasn't that friendly, but it was good advice it and got straight to the point. House didn't falter as he kept talking but suddenly stopped as Stacy entered the lunchroom. Without another word House stole the crisps from Wilson's tray and left. All Wilson could do was give a menacing stare to House's retreating back.

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Cameron walked into the conference room and immediately heard a loud yell from outside. She looked up from the envelope she was carrying and looked out onto the balcony were she saw Wilson lying flat on his back. She let out a gasp and raced through House's office and out onto the balcony.

"James, are you alright?" She walked to the wall and climbed over it.

Wilson was sitting up and was rubbing his back. "Yeah, I'm alright."

Cameron knelt beside him. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I just slipped," Wilson lips grew tight together as he rubbed his back.

Cameron took his hand with the hand that still held the envelope and placed her other hand on his back. "Here, let me help you up."

Wilson got gingerly to his feet and sat on the wall. Cameron stood beside him rubbing a small circle on his back. "You want me to get you something for the pain?"

Wilson looked at her, distracted. "What? No, I'll be fine. I'll just have to live with a bruise for a week or so."

Cameron stood in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest to help keep her warm. She noticed how tired he looked and saw the goose bumps beginning to form on his bare forearms. "Do you want me to help you inside?"

Wilson shook his head. "No, I came out here for some fresh air."

"Well, let me get your jacket at least," She offered as Wilson lightly touched her arm.

"No, I'm fine. I don't mind the cold that much." He saw the envelope in her hand and pointed at it. "Who's the letter from?"

Cameron was confused for a moment, but then she remembered the envelope and uncrossed her arms exposing her chest to the cold. She looked down at the envelope.

"It's a letter." She took the letter out of the envelope and handed it to Wilson. "From the patient I was talking to you about."

Wilson took the letter from her and silently read it as Cameron sat on the left side of Wilson, facing the windows of the conference room.

Cameron looked down at her pumps as she spoke. "When I saw him after I talked to you, I acted as if nothing had happened and he never asked again."

Wilson regarded her profile and how troubled she looked as she examined her shoes. He handed her back the letter, "It was good of him to apologise for putting you in that position."

"Yeah." Cameron looked over at Wilson and shrugged her shoulders. "But why me? I mean he wouldn't have asked every doctor who treated him. He didn't ask Foreman or Chase. To ask someone to do that you must at least think they're capable of doing it." She gestured at Wilson. "Doesn't it bother you that a patient thought you capable of helping them to die?"

Wilson rubbed his forehead, "Cameron, what he saw in you was your desire to help people."

"Yeah," She turned around to face Wilson and smiled brightly, attempting to change the subject. "So, on a happier note, what are you doing for the holidays?"

"Oh a whole lot of excitement. My wife has invited the in-laws." Wilson instantly rubbed the back of his neck. "You?"

"I'll be having a little Christmas all by myself. Sad isn't it?" She grinned.

"No. More pathetic." He smiled jokingly at her. "I thought you would go back home for Christmas."

"My parents decided to spend Christmas in Italy this year and my brother is in London." Cameron sniffed.

"Why don't you take a week out and go to London to visit your brother?"

"He's their working on…" Cameron stopped mid sentence and Wilson turned to see what her eye line was drawn to. He saw House giving them a pointed stare.

He turned back to face Cameron who was furrowing her brow slightly. "Thank God looks can't kill." Wilson said.

Cameron tilted her head smiled warmly at him. She gently pattered him on the shoulder and climbed back over the wall. "I'll talk to you later."

Wilson looked over his shoulder at Cameron. "Yeah, later."

Cameron stopped in the threshold of the balcony doorway. "You going to be alright with your back?"

Wilson waved her away. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He turned back to the window to look at House who was wearing a cocky grin. Wilson just gave him one of his best smiles and turned away.

House looked over at Cameron as she walked into the room and made her way towards him. His cocky smile was gone and he seemed to have reined him some of his emotion. "You should be careful, Dr. Cameron. You could catch your death out there." He smiled at her as he walked past lightly bumping her shoulder.