Disclaimer…Don't own House.

Author's Note…Sorry for the delay in updates. I try, but I want to keep the quality high here. Am I doing a good job? Also, I just found out this story has been added to a c2…I am so honored! Thank you so much!

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Wilson looked around and surveyed his surroundings. He was in a dirty, badly-lit Chinese food place. There was a very foul odor in the air and he had heard some definite scratching on the floor that was unfortunately likened to rats. He played with his food, which was perhaps one of the most disgusting things he had ever eaten which said a lot, considering he cooked for himself in college. Wilson swooshed the discolored noodles around his plate and looked up at the only redeeming factor of this evening. She was doing the same thing. He laughed a little. "Pot, meet kettle."

Cameron looked up and giggled. "You know the friend that recommended this place to me?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think she really likes me all that much."

"Ha."

"Why would else would she suggest this place? I've thought about it and thought about it and thought about it but I just can't figure it out."

"It's quite a conundrum."

"Hey." She kicked him under the table, which he returned in similar style. They kept up their game of "footsie" for ten minutes straight, a personal record for Cameron. "You know what?"

Wilson looked up. "What?"

"You should come back to my place for something to eat. I'm not the best cook, but I can probably do a better job than this."

Wilson jumped up and put on his coat, even helped Cameron into hers. "I take that as a yes."

Wilson smiled. "Yeah."

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Wilson inspected Cameron's apartment. It was the first time he had ever been there. It was very comfortable looking, with a laundry basket full of unfolded clothes sitting on a battered blue chair, a few magazines strewn out on the chipped coffee table, mismatched picture frames…Wilson picked up one of Cameron and a man. They were on a small boat, laughing together. Her hair was blowing all over the place and his green eyes seemed to be radiating happiness. "Was this your husband?"

Cameron walked from the kitchen into her living room. She had put her hair in a ponytail and was wearing jeans. She looked very at home and gingerly took the picture from Wilson. She smiled vacantly. "Yeah, that's him."

"You guys looked happy."

She leaned against Wilson, as if she couldn't support herself anymore. "We were." She closed her eyes and a small, unconscious smile graced her face. Suddenly, Cameron gave her head a shake as she jolted herself back to reality. "I better go check on that pasta." She shoved the picture back to Wilson.

She left, leaving Wilson all alone with the picture of what used to be.

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They slept together that night. They didn't mean to, it was totally unplanned, but it happened. It started when they gave each other a little kiss as Wilson was about to leave, then all of the sudden…he wasn't leaving. It wasn't rushed or clumsy like it had been for the first time with all of Wilson's other lovers. It was slow and smooth and gentle, almost like their bodies were molded to fit each other.

They were working the next morning. Wilson had been expecting awkwardness or at least an uncomfortable tone. But when he was called in for a consult with House, Cameron had just given him a small, ever-so-slightly suggestive smile and that was that. He wondered if this was how it was going to be. After all, it was only a matter of time before House found out.

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"I'll have a milkshake, a chicken pot pie, a donut, and a bag of chips."

Wilson rolled his eyes at House.

"What? Can't a guy get some nutrition? Almost as if you're trying to kill me. Which would be very bad, because I hear that totally ruins your "good friend" stock. You wouldn't want to do that. Nurse Brenda has invested a lot of money in that stock, and if she loses, she'll get angry. You don't want to get her angry."

"How much Vicoden have you had today?"

House took on a cave-man voice. "Me. Nurse. Brenda. Me. Very. Angry."

Wilson saw Cameron coming over. "Oh hi, Nurse Brenda!" House hobbled off so fast he nearly knocked a table over. Cameron raised her eyebrows.

"For a man with a cane, he can really motor."

"Fear is an amazing thing."

"Yeah." Cameron composed a salad for herself. Lettuce, baby carrots, onions…

"I can never find a good salad recipe that works for me. Anyway, last night was fun."

Cameron looked up and smiled. "Yeah, it was. We should do it again."

"It was very fun also. I look forward to doing it again."

"Well, I'm glad my it skills satisfied you." Olives, sliced tomatoes…

"Oh, it was very pleasurable."

"Just so you know, you it skills were pretty good too." Croutons, apples …

"I thought so. You put apples in your salad?"

Cameron nudged him. "Don't be cocky. And yeah, why?"

"Apples and lettuce is quite the combination."

She smiled. "Yeah. That's what makes it interesting."

Cameron watched as Wilson piled his own empty plate high with lettuce, baby carrots, olives, tomatoes, croutons, and apples. He took a bite. "Actually, that's perfect."

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A half hour later, House came back to the cafeteria. He ordered a Reuben sandwich and handed a ten dollar bill to the older woman at the register. As she slowly counted his change, she talked to him.

"You know, your friends make quite a cute couple."

"Yeah, Barbie and Ken sure are hitting it off. Those kids are just adorable together."

She rolled her eyes. "No, that guy who you always make pay for your meals. The cancer guy?"

"Ahhh yes, Wonder Boy Oncologist/Panty Peeler Extraordinaire. Who's the latest object of his affections?"

"That woman that works for you. The really sweet one that you're always berating. What's her name…Carson? Clyman? Claymon?"

"Cameron. And wait, Cameron and Wilson together?"

"Yeah. They had a date last night."

"Are you sure?"

"That or they just randomly slept together last night. I have the ears of a fox."

House's jaw dropped. "Why, Beatrice, you dirty old lady!"

The woman frowned. "My name's Anne."

"You say po-tay-toe; I say po-tah-toe."

"But they don't rhyme with…" It was too late. House had already left in search of either an oncologist with a bad reputation or an immunologist with a…questionable reputation.

Author's Note…That chapter took a while for me to write. I'm at Point A and Point B is getting much clearer and defined but I just don't know how to get their and it's very frustrating. Anyway, not sure what I'll be able to get done for a while because this Friday I'm going to beautiful Atlantis! Woohoo! Anyway, please review…thank you!