Chp Four

"I need a scotch."

"You don't have any."

"Okay, then. I need some sort of alcohol where I can drown out the pain in my leg and the pounding in my head."

"Vicodin works better."

"Aren't you the one who doesn't want me to take the pills in the first place?" House raised an eyebrow, leaning back on his couch and stretching out his right leg on the coffee table that was placed before him.

"Yes," Wilson sighed. "But I rather you be a little doped up than drunk out of your mind."

"I'm happier when I'm drunk."

"Yes, but the sex is better when you're high." Wilson grinned and pounced on the older doctor. He attacked his lips, his wet tongue swiping along House's bottom lip, and grinded his hips down hard.

"Oh, God," House moaned, pulling the oncologist closer, if possible. He ran his hands down Wilson's back and grasped his ass. "Please, Jimmy."

"Well, since you asked so nicely." Wilson nipped and sucked down House's chin and to his neck, while his fingers worked frantically on getting House's shirt off.

………….

Cameron sat there, still and quiet, starring out the slightly fogged window. The air was especially cold tonight, the mood fixating with the weather just perfectly. She herself was feeling cold inside, and after the previous hours with everything that happened, she was just too shaken up to do anything. Tears had poured down her face and she couldn't help all the thoughts that wondered through her mind: Is House's leg going to be okay? What exactly is going on between House and Wilson? Is Wilson going to get fired? Will Vogler actually leave because of House?

Chase had offered to give her a ride home. He noticed something was wrong, and after much persuasion, Cameron was now sitting in the passenger seat of the Australian doctor's BMW.

The radio was on but turned down low. Small flurries had begun to fall and where softly hitting the car, bouncing off to the street. They looked like to kind to stick and pack, maybe allowing a few feet to present itself.

As he pulled up to a stop at red light, Chase looked over at Cameron and sighed.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Cameron swallowed and turned her head slowly to look at Chase.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She sat up in her seat and casually placed her hands on her lap.

"You don't look it."

"I'm just a little stressed out, okay?" She gave Chase a cold glare before starring back out the window.

"Okay." Chase just rolled his eyes and pushed down on the gas when the light turned green. The streets he passed were starting to become familiar to Cameron, and the young doctor suddenly realized whose place they were nearby.

"I thought you were taking me home?"

"I am. I just need to stop by my apartment, because after I drop you off I am going straight to meet a few friends for a drink."

"You live near House?"

"What!" Chase gave Cameron a quick glance and then turned back to look at the road, swerving back to the right lane before hitting a light pole.

"Turn right there."

"Why?"

"Just turn right there!" Cameron's voice rose higher than it hard to be as she pointed out the window to the street where she wanted Chase to turn right onto. Chase did so, and he found himself driving down Harding Highway, a street packed with apartment complexes.

"Do you live on this street?" Chase was terribly confused.

"No."

"Then who does?"

"House." Cameron voice was soft, and Chase wasn't sure if he heard right.

"House?" Cameron nodded her head. "Why are we on his street?"

Cameron wanted to ask herself that own question, but she didn't know the answer. House had left the hospital earlier before she could get to him. She wanted to ask him a few questions, and now, as she was approaching the complex that House lived in, she knew this was a good time to do so. House would have calmed down by now, and he probably took a couple more Vicodin, adding to his high. He won't be all smiles and hugs, but at least he won't be swinging his cane around.

"Stop here."

Chase came to an abrupt stop and put the car in park. He left the car running and turned to look at Cameron. "This is crazy! Why are going to see House? And how do you know where he lives?"

"I am going in to see House, you are going to stay in the car. I'm doing this because there's something I need to talk to him about, and I am doing it now while I have the courage and before he leaves my life for good." She ignored the last question and got out of the car. Chase watched her walk around the car and head for the front of the complex, bringing her coat tighter around her slim body. He was slightly confused by what she meant by before he leaves her life for good, but figured he would let it go for now.