Secrecy
Summary: Secrets don't stay secrets for long. At least, not around Dr. Gregory House.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
A/N: Thanks for the…2 reviews. You guys have to do better than that if you want me to update! Yeah, I'm a greedy review-whore. So sue me! (But if you do then this doesn't get updated.)
Chapter 2 dedicated to J. Daisy.
;Chapter 2;
"House…what are you…?" Wilson began.
"How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" House interrupted, walking into Cameron's apartment.
"It's none of your business." Cameron replied coolly, shutting her apartment door.
House stared at Dr. Cameron for a few seconds. "Brr. Didn't know ice queens turned you on, Jimmy."
Cameron opened the door. "Get out."
Wilson's eyes flashed between his girlfriend and his friend. What was going on?
House sighed and shut the door with his cane, keeping it there. "Don't get your panties in a bunch." He glanced at James. "A little help here would be nice."
Wilson crossed his arms over his chest. "Why do you care if we're together?"
House groaned and let his cane fall gently to the floor. "I was afraid this would happen. You two get together and gang up on me. I'm not sure my poor little heart can handle it." House placed a hand over where his heart is.
"What do you want, House?" Cameron asked softly, leaning against the door.
"I'm going to guess that asking you two to break up would be asking too much."
Wilson scoffed and shook his head. "Like you care how we feel."
"You're right." House looked directly at Cameron and pointed at Wilson. "Break up with him." He demanded, heading for the door.
"No." Cameron responded, not bothering to move out of his way. "I'm not ending an eight month relationship because you screwed up."
"What did you do now, House?" Wilson asked amusingly, leaning against the wall.
House didn't reply, he just stared into Cameron's eyes.
"Seems Greg here finally came to his senses." Cameron stood up straight and opened the door. "You're eight months too late. Now get out."
House hobbled toward the door. "Allison…"
"No, House. You don't get to do this. You don't get to walk back into my life expecting me to drop everything and forgive you."
"I think you should leave, Greg." Wilson commented softly, noticing how upset Cameron was getting.
House looked over at Wilson. "Picking the girl, huh? I see how it is." He hobbled his way out of the door. "See you at work tomorrow." He tossed over his shoulder.
Cameron slammed the door shut and walked toward her bedroom. "I'm fired. I just know it."
"He's not going to fire you." Wilson watched as she walked out of her room and headed for the kitchen. "He couldn't."
"Why not? I just bitched out my boss and kicked him out of my apartment."
"It's close to one o'clock in the morning. Blame it on fatigue."
"He's not that stupid."
"He's in love with you Cameron."
Cameron, who had been carrying two mugs filled with hot coffee, stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and dropped the mugs. "What?"
Wilson moved her away from the coffee and sat her down on the couch, using his sleeve to wipe off the drops of coffee on her bare feet. "He's in love with you." He helped her to her feet and brought her into the bathroom, running cool water on her feet. "You okay?"
"He can't be in love with me."
"He is."
"But he can't be."
"I am."
"You can be." Cameron turned off the water and wiped her feet. "He can't be."
"Everyone can be in love."
"Two men aren't supposed to fall in love with the same woman." Cameron walked out of the bathroom to clean up the coffee mess.
"Why not?" Wilson questioned, following her.
"Because that's just…how it's supposed to be." Cameron placed a bunch of paper towels over the coffee puddles.
Wilson bent down beside her and took her hands in his. "We're going to walk into that hospital tomorrow together."
"What if I get fired? What if you get fired? What if we both get fired?"
"We're not going to get fired."
"How are you so calm?"
Wilson pulled Cameron into a hug. "I'm not." He murmured, kissing her forehead lightly.
A/N: Next chapter: Wilson and Cameron go to work.