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Author's Note…Yay! I love my reviewers! Yeah so anyway, I'm so glad you guys are enjoying the story. BTW…I have another Wilson/Cam plot bunny hopping around in my mind. I'll put it up when I'm done with this story…but I don't think that will be for a while ;).

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House hobbled around the hospital at record speed in a mad search for Wilson. He was astounded at how fast he was able to go with that limp of his. He faintly saw Cuddy coming towards him, looking very angry indeed. Darn, no time for her now. House spotted an open elevator and jumped into it. He snickered at Cuddy's astounded face as she watched the doors shut. House looked around at the elevator's other occupants. Weeping old lady…boo. Nurse Brenda…noooooo! Dr. Lamber…boring! The weeping old lady cried harder. Dr. Lamber handed her a tissue, which House snatched and blew his nose loudly into. This only made Weeping Old Lady more upset. House looked over at her. "You know, you're starting to get me a tad depressed."

Dr. Lamber rolled his eyes. "Shut up. She just lost her husband."

"And I'm sure she appreciates you telling everyone about it."

"I…I…sorry Mrs. Hutchins."

"Actually, to be politically correct, it's now Ms. Hutchins." The elevator grew suspiciously quieter.

"That's…that's horrible."

"Yet true."

"Give the lady a break. She just…"

"I know, I know." The doors cracked open. "Oh, by the way, she just fainted." Dr. Lamber looked down and gasped at Mrs. Hutchin's unmoving body. He knelt down to the floor and grabbed her wrist as he called a code.

And now that I'm out of that sticky wicket… House looked up and saw Foreman moving at warp speed towards him. Damn, why am I having such a bad day? Hmm…if I wait for exactly the right moment…and luck is on my side…or just not on Foreman's …Seizing the opportunity, House stuck out his cane, which Foreman tripped over and ended up in the now almost completely closed elevator. Score! But still, no Romeo. Suddenly, House saw a familiar brunette leaning over a microscope while still listening attentively to someone else who was…also very familiar.

House walked in. "You know, a combination of flirting and testing almost never work out for the patient."

Wilson's head snapped up guiltily, but Cameron managed to keep her cool. "We don't have a patient."

"Then whose slides are you looking at?"

Wilson rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. "Mine. A patient of mine."

"Hmmm…interesting. Last time I checked, the Oncology Ward has their own small yet sufficient lab."

"Hmmm…interesting. Last time I checked, the Diagnostics Ward has their own small yet sufficient television set."

House mock-gasped. "Oh snaps. Did you hear that Cameron? I got served. By Wilson. Ouch."

Cameron looked from one man to the other, unsure of what to do. "I'll give you a buck if you tell Foreman that you got served."

House's mouth dropped while Wilson burst out laughing. House rolled his eyes. "Oh I see. Now that you've got a boyfriend you're oh so clever."

Cameron and Wilson both stood erect while Wilson cleared his throat. "That's... random. And totally unnecessary."

"And I suppose shagging your best friend's/coworker's employee is necessary?"

"It wasn't just good sex…!"

House laughed. "…It was great sex, right?" Cameron stood silent, shocked.

At this point, Wilson was clearly agitated. "No House! Get over yourself…it's a relationship!"

Finally, Cameron decided to speak up, and very calmly so, as it seemed that she was the only one in the room that was still in possession of their cool. "That's irrelevant. What I do is none of your business, House. Neither I nor Wilson has to answer to you."

Both men's jaws dropped and although their mouths were open, they didn't say anything.

"And now…ok, see you tomorrow then." And with that, Cameron swiveled on her heal and left. It was 7:30; she had worked overtime, and deserved a good, quiet sleep.

She decided it was probably best if that sleep was alone, too.

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Two hours later, Cameron heard an almost violent knocking at her door. She groaned and rolled off her comfortable position on her old couch. On her way to the door, Cameron got a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Light blue shirt, thin white sweatpants, no makeup…whoever was on the other side of the door was about to get a real treat. Not that she didn't know who it was.

As soon as she opened the door, she fell into Wilson's arms and started crying. Why are you crying? You spent the last two hours in the limbo of indifference. It was great. What are you doing? Do men in general ruin all your good intentions and attitudes?

Actually, yes. They do.

But Wilson took it in stride and stroked her hair, whispering sympathetic words in her ear. He knew why she was crying. She had to go to work tomorrow. With House.

The duo made their way over to the couch, Cameron still crying. During a temporary stroke of relationship genius, Wilson made her some coffee. "Come on, just tell me. What's wrong?"

Cameron sniffed. She had an answer all planned out in her head: I'm not ready for everyone to know about us, we were doing so well in private, I don't want any questions or expectations from other people…It was, in her opinion, the perfect answer. Exactly how she felt. But that wasn't the answer she gave.

"I'm just…I'm scared. You…you told me that you cheat. I don't want to get hurt. It happened too many times. Do you remember learning about frost action? I do. It's when water seeps into the cracks of a rock. The water freezes and…the ice gets bigger. The rock cracks more."

Wilson blinked. "Al, you're not making any sense."

Cameron wiped her eyes but the tears kept coming. "Let me finish. And every winter, it happens. But the thing is; a rock can only crack so many times before it breaks. I don't want to break. And I like you. A lot. But you…you could hurt me so bad. You don't even realize. And I…I can't do this if you…I have to be sure that you won't break me."

Cameron sighed. Her eyes were completely dry now, but her face was practically soaking. Where did that come from? I didn't even know I felt that way. Ugh, there is now way this can end well. No way.

Wilson was feeling the same way. He didn't realize Cameron felt this strongly about him. And now he had this…incredible fear of losing her. He hadn't felt this way about anyone. Ever. "I promise."

Cameron looked up, surprised. "Promise what?"

"I won't hurt you. I can't."

Cameron ran her fingers through her hair and sipped the coffee. To tell the truth, she never really liked coffee. Its bitter taste never appealed to her, but tonight it suited her just fine. "How do you know?"

Wilson looked her in the eye. "Because I love you."

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Author's Note…I know, I'm so totally evil leaving it like that. But don't worry, I will update soon. Sorry about the short chapter, btw.

And awww. He loves her. And you could tell from that whole scene how she feels.

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