Flipping through the papers that had accumulated in Cameron's mailbox over the last month, Chase was separating the letters from the miscellaneous bulletins. Three envelopes marked "Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital ATTN: Allison Cameron" were set off to the left, on top of a stack of the weekly flyers the cafeteria sent out posting what would be served for lunch those days. Sighing, Chase chucked the non entities and gathered up the physical mail to take it to Cameron.

Walking down the dimly lit corridor, Chase was slightly pleased to see that the only person still in Cameron's room was Wilson, who was sitting next to her bed, chatting lightly. Chase had been amazing, even befuddled as to how Wilson was allowed to see Cameron, but he realized that if Cameron had wished it so then it was presumably okay. Stepping in, Chase flashed a smile and wordlessly set Cameron's mail down, before placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, nodding towards Wilson and leaving.

"They've all been so good to me," Cameron said, picking up the letter on the top of the stack. Before she could slip her finger underneath the seal, Wilson lunged out and grabbed it from her, along with the two still sitting on her bedside table. "James!"

"I can't believe Chase was so dense," Wilson muttered as he tore the first letter open, read it quickly, and crumpled it up. Cameron watched him with confused and frightened eyes, before realization dawned on her.

"He sent them... he sent them here? Again?" she sputtered, watching as Wilson preformed the same actions with the other two. Wilson sighed, unable to make eye contact with Cameron, unable to share her panic. "James, that means you're cleared. You couldn't have sent those letters, you've been a little busy the last few days," Cameron stated, attempting to slow her breathing. Wilson smiled slightly, his cheeks blushing involuntarily. Cameron reached out and placed her hand on top of Wilson's, unconsciously stroking his thumb with hers. Cameron could tell that the last few weeks had taken a great, painful toll on Wilson. Placing her hand on his chin, she turned his face up to look at her.

"James, I know you could never hurt another human being," she said, placing her full hand on Wilson's cheek. He smiled, kissing her palm softly.

"That's not entirely true, Allison," he said, standing. "When they find this man, I'm going to kill him." Cameron watched him with grey eyes as he leaned down and placed a feather soft kiss to her lips before gathering his coat and leaving.

HCHCHCHCHC

Walking past his office before leaving, Wilson almost jumped through the roof when a voice called to him from the hallway. Turning, holding his chest, Wilson met the ice crystal gaze of House, leaning against the wall.

"So, are you and Cameron going steady?" House asked, pushing off the wall, his voice dripping in bitterness. Wilson sighed, breathing heavily.

"No, House. It's nothing."

"Really, because it sure looked like something, at least according to Rachel. The girls and I were just hanging out in the nurse's station, swooning over Johnny when she ran up and, oh-my-god, Jimmy was kissing Allie!" House wooed, placing his hands over his heart before rolling his eyes and sneering.

"You're an idiot, House."

"I'm an idiot? I think you're the one who was just accused of putting her in here and now you're necking with her."

"You're just pissed because she didn't push me away."

Silence.

"Yeah, that's right House. She didn't."

"Well, that's cause' she's drugged."

"House! Listen to yourself! You've been on drugs for years and you're the same, grouchy, uppity old man that you were before! You're pissed that you didn't get the girl, and quite frankly, I'm glad you didn't."

"Aw, Jimmy, now come on. We both know you've never had trouble getting the girl. Several at once, even!" Wilson blushed, his face tinged with anger.

"I'm going home."

"Alright, sleep well. Try to not commit the Sin of Onan thinking about your dear Allison." Wilson walked ten feet before turning around.

"You've had every chance in the world to tell her how you feel. She was practically throwing herself at you. You only want her now because someone else has her!"

"Yes." With that, House left the corridor, his cane thumping mutedly as he rounded the corner and out of sight, leaving a confused, embaressed and hurt Wilson rooted in his spot.