"She's not answering the phone" House grumbled for the fifth time that day, "Something is up, I know it…"
"Who's not answering?" Foreman walked in halfway through his rant
"Cameron, she won't answer her house line, her pager or her mobile" House exclaimed, shutting his mouth instantly, "Erase that out burst from your mind"
"Look at it this way, she's sick as hell. She's probably curled up under her covers keeping warm, ignoring the phone or has it off the hook. Her pager is more than likely in her jacket in the lounge room where she always hangs it" At this House gave him a weird look, "You're the only one here who she hates right now, besides you rejected her remember?"
"Wow, do you and Wilson talk a lot? You sound just like him, where is he by the way?" House looked puzzled, well he always looked puzzled so Foreman just continued.
"Didn't he tell you?" House shook his head, "His taken some holiday time, something about needing a break from everything, not to bother calling because he left his pager in his office and his phone is for emergencies only" Foreman looked smug
"He didn't even invite me along!" House looked aghast
"Did I mention he said a break from everything? I think you qualify in the category everything" Foreman left House to ponder.
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"It's been delayed" Wilson returned to Cameron who was sitting uncomfortably on the airport seats near their terminal
"Did they say how long?" Cameron looked up from the book she was reading
"Just a few minutes, maybe half an hour" Wilson replied, his phone going off, "Damn it! It's House"
Cameron dropped her book tensing as Wilson answered the phone, "Wilson. No, I'm at the airport; taking some time off what's the difference? I want some time alone to sort things out. This is different you were suicidal, aggressive and scared off ten home nurses before I step in. I'll be back in a few weeks, you will be fine. Talk to Foreman, his a good listener…what about Cameron? She's sick? How bad?" Wilson smirked at Cameron, "Well, then talk to Foreman, I'm sorry I'm about to board. Yes I'll call you later. Bye House" Wilson ended the call.
"Well?"
"His upset, pissed off to be exact. I'm gone, you're sick and his left with Foreman and Chase; so he's not a happy camper" Wilson thought for a moment, "He deserves this, but I'm still dead"
Cameron laid her hand across Wilson's, "He won't kill you"
Wilson glanced down at her hand, he could feel the softness of her skin gently rub against his; his hand was on fire just by her touch, "He will try"
"I'll…" Cameron was cut off the airport walls echoed with the announcement of their flight being boarded.
Wilson glanced once again at his hand as hers left it, the sudden feeling of coldness where her hand had created a warm haven hit him like a rock. He resisted the urge to take her hand again, even if it was just for the warmth he felt with it.
"Coming?" Cameron smiled down at him
"With you? Anywhere" he quipped, receiving a gentle slap across his arm as his reward.
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Arriving in New York the two doctors took a cab to their hotel, "Wow, look at that!" Cameron gasp, her first glimpse of Central Park took her breath away. Wilson couldn't help but smile at her face, it was so alive and so brilliantly refreshing that it in itself took away his breath. Arriving at the hotel the bellhop to their bags and helped check them in.
After finding their way to their room, Wilson paid the bellhop before collapsing into the couch, "Man this is comfy come sit!" Wilson called
Cameron was busy unpacking anything that could become too creased and hanging them up, "Be a minute" her phone went off this time, checking the name she nearly fainted, it was House. Putting on her best sick voice; which wasn't hard since they just flew to New York! "Hello? What? Slow down, and please lower your voice my head's pounding…" Wilson entered the room Cameron put a finger to her lips, "House if you're just going to be like that and grouchy I'm going, I have better things to do like, I don't know sleep!" with that Cameron hung up and turned off her phone, "Close"
Wilson let out a soft laugh, "What do you want form room service?"
"Oh um, some chicken and salad, you choose dessert" Cameron replied, finally following him into the lounge and sitting down, "You're right this is one comfy couch!"
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The room service arrived half an hour later, sitting on the couch with her chicken and salad Cameron took in Wilson's features. He was a very attractive man, especially when he smiled, which he was doing a lot of tonight.
"So, how are you feeling?" Wilson asked breaking into her reverie
"I'm good, tired though" Cameron took a bite of her chicken sighing, "I just really wish it was simpler to hate him you know? He is just this enigma you can't get rid of!"
"I understand where you're coming from, being the best friend and all, but you really need to forget him. He'll only cause you more pain" he regretted the words even as they left his lips
"Exactly, more pain. Why can't someone else show interest in me? Anyone at all that not House" Cameron placed her empty plate on the table
"I guess you're just not looking hard enough, men are out there if you choose to look at them. For all you know he could be right in front of you and you might not notice" Wilson sighed inwardly 'Namely me!'
"You're probably right" checking her watch, "We better get some sleep, its getting late. I want to start fresh tomorrow with some sightseeing!"
They both collected together the remnants of their meal placing it back on the trays before getting ready for bed, Cameron had already changed and was standing at Wilson's door, admiring the fact that he, obviously, still had time to work out, "Hey" she let him know she was there
Turning at her voice he froze in the act of taking off his shirt, "Hey, can't sleep already?" he teased
"Just came to say goodnight" she smiled
He walked over to where she was standing, leaning in he gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Night Allison"
"Night James" she kissed him back, but he had moved his head and she landed on his lips, going red she apologized before retreating from the room faster than she had entered.
Wilson however stood rooted to the spot, "What was that?" he asked himself softly before closing his bedroom door and climbing under the covers.
The room across the corridor found Cameron under her covers, still red from kissing his lips, she gently played with her bottom lip, "Right in front of me" she whispered into the silence.
A/N: I realize this is a shorter chapter, but it's 3am and I'm on a buzz so I'm typing up new chapters for all my fanfictions, ready to be posted this weekend when at home, please review I need the feedback to know if I'm going the right direction. I know I'm not the type who will only write with certain amounts of reviews, I just like to know if you like it or not. I'll still post even if you don't review.
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