Chapter 4

"It doesn't mean anything you know."

"What?" Chase asked as Foreman hit him on the arm to snap him out of his day dream as Chase watched Cameron in the cafeteria queue.

"She was high when you slept with her, so it doesn't mean anything." Foreman said rather cockily.

"It was a one night stand. They never mean anything." Chase replied sulkily before taking a sip of his coke.

"For Cameron, yeah, that's exactly what it was. For you, on the other hand, it was more about all your fantasises coming true. As House said, what kind of person doesn't take advantage of a drugged out colleague?" Foreman said, in a chastising tone.

"Oh, would you get off your House high horse? She thought she had HIV, she wanted to let her hair down and have some fun. I mean, she didn't have a go at me or slap me for sleeping with her after she came down for her high." Chase said defensively.

"Yeah well, just because she slept with you doesn't mean you've got a chance. Cause if you did, she would have sat here with us instead of with Wilson." Foreman pointed past Chase to Wilson and Cameron who were seated a few tables behind him.

Foreman noted how Chase's shoulders seemed to tense and his hand gripped tighter around his fork as he regarded the pair at the other table. Chase turned back to face Foreman, trying to keep his voice free of tension. He shrugged his shoulders. "So what? It doesn't bother me who she eats lunch with."

Foreman cocked his eyebrow. "Yeah, right." He drawled. "Like I said, you don't have a chance anyway."

Chase looked at Foreman with surprise. "What? You actually think something is going on between Wilson and Cameron?"

"Hell, I don't know, but the girl had a thing for House and she took meth and slept with you." He shrugged. "What's sleeping with a married man next to all of that?" Foreman rose from the table and left Chase to stew in his imaginary world. He gave Wilson and Cameron a brief smile as he passed. He didn't think anything was going on Wilson and Cameron yet, but he figured by the new year something would be going on, if their new found closeness and friendship was any sign.

Cameron smiled at Foreman as he past and then leaned over to Wilson plate and stole a few chips. She was somewhat unprepared for the dirty look Wilson gave her. "What?" She asked innocently.

"Why," Wilson attacked his food with his fork, "does everyone steal my food?"

Cameron raised her hands in defence. "Sorry. I'd give them back to you but that would just be gross."

Wilson smiled at her apologetically. "Sorry I'm just…"

"Stressed, annoyed, pissy." Cameron offered with a smile.

"Yes. House, he's…" Wilson re-attacked his food and let out an aggressive breath. "Such a bitch."

Cameron couldn't help but laugh. "That's a new way of describing him."

Wilson smiled. "I mean he's been so bitchy and whinny and annoying." Wilson shook his hand in the air. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about House I might end up killing someone."

Cameron nodded. "Oh. Okay, how's your back and leg by the way?"

Wilson took a bite of his chips and spoke with a mouth full. "Just a bruise. Nothing serious."

"Oh what's wrong, Jimmy? Has someone been over zealous with the bonds?" House asked as he waggled his eyebrows at Wilson and tilted his head towards Cameron. "You should be more careful, Jimmy." House sat down between Wilson and Cameron. "You're wife will begin to ask questions." House stressed the word wife as he leaned over and stole some of Wilson's chips. Cameron noticed the tightening of Wilson's jaw and she figured it was not because House was stealing his food.

"What do you want, House?" Wilson asked, tired and annoyed.

House turned to Cameron and whistled. "Cameron, beat it grown up talk."

Cameron looked at him as if he was something she had stepped in. "Yes, you're right. That's exactly what Wilson and I were doing." Before House could say anything she looked at Wilson and asked. "So you haven't sprained anything?"

"No. Like I said, just a bruise."

House lightly hit Cameron on the shoulder. "See Cameron, no need to worry you didn't damage him to much with your bondage session." He whistled again and gestured with his hand for her to leave. "Now you can beat it."

Cameron didn't move from her chair she just looked pointedly at House. House wrinkled up his face. "I'm sorry is the term 'beat it' confusing you?" He asked mockingly. "Well, let me clear it up for you. When I say 'beat it' I don't mean Wilson cause it sounds like you've already do that." Wilson let out an agitated breath but House continued regardless. "Now, what I mean is..." He gestured once more with his hands for her to leave. "…scram, vamoose. Leave."

Cameron still didn't move from her chair, rolled her eyes at House and looked at Wilson. "I take it you have the whole Christmas week off?"

"Yeah. Though I don't doubt that I'll spend most of the time sitting in front of the T.V."

Cameron laughed. "Well what else is their to do at Christmas except…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. This is all very fascinating." House butted in. "But I'm sure you two could save this for your pillow talk."

Wilson would have loved to carry with the game Cameron was playing and deny House his way. And if Wilson had been in a better mood he would have continued. But he wasn't and House had just pissed him off even more. He found it hard to keep his voice free of anger and tension. "What do you want, House?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Nice of you to remember who your best friend is. I know she's got a nice ass and more on top for you to look at." He waved his finger at Wilson. "But just you remember who let you stay on their couch after your wives had kicked you out."

Wilson rose angrily from his chair. "Fine, House lets go."

House pouted. "Why do we have to move I'm comfortable?" He pointed at Cameron. "If anything she should be kind to the cripple and leave."

Wilson began walking away. "House!" He tried to keep his voice down and his voice calm. He waited for House to follow.

House didn't get up straight away he looked accusingly at Cameron and leaned in closer as if to whisper to her. "Still craving for attention huh? You couldn't get it from me so you fuck Chase hoping that would get you my concern. Failing that you go after Wilson."

Cameron wanted nothing more than to slap that smug and hurtful look from House's face. Instead, she just regarded him with a steely glare her voice clam, low and devoid of emotion. "House, not everything I do is about you. But it's nice to know that you care so much about my well being."

She smiled thinly at him and stood from her chair. As she left she walked with her back straight and her head held high. She'd take her frustration out on something later.