"Ask him out," Helen said suddenly, breaking the silence that had entered the conversation since she had figured Cameron's secret out.

The younger woman couldn't help but snort into her choice of cold beverage. Ask him out. Ha. Who did this woman think she was? Being here for only a few days and already giving her love advice. Cameron had to admit though that it was rather nice having another woman around she could talk to. Stacy was never an option. Cuddy was always too busy bossing House around. Her only other option was the guys. Chase and Foreman. That was a laugh all of its own. "He's married," the words fell from her mouth like rain on a windshield.

Helen placed both hands on the side of her hamburger, unfazed by Cameron's statement. "I'm guessing he has wife troubles?" she asked not seconds before her lunch found its way into her mouth.

What was this woman? The female version of House? Did she know everything? "As a matter of fact, yes actually. He hasn't let it be known to anyone except House but I overheard them one day talking about his wife," Cameron said shyly. Listening in to other's conversations was not something she took pride in but it turned out it was needed in situations like this.

"Simple then. You go and ask him if he would like to get a drink after work. It helps him get his mind off of his wife and helps you form a stronger friendship with him," she said smoothly as if the suggestion came from her mouth every day.

Cameron tried not to look too shell shocked. Frankly she didn't know what should shock her more, the idea itself or how blissfully easy that sounded. "I- I can't." she stuttered like a smile child who was facing a rollercoaster.

Helen gave a small chuckle and put her food back onto the tray, looking across the table to Cameron. With a smirk, "It's Friday night, Dr. Cameron. All you would be asking him would be if he wanted a drink not sleep with you."

The immunologist's face turned the color of a cherry tomato at the very thought of sleeping with Wilson. The thought was pretty nice too. She glanced quickly to the male version of her table. House. Her face twisted into some ungodly form as she realized that she wouldn't have any other time in the day to ask Wilson to get a drink but House was sitting right there. Next to him. "I can't do it," she said simply, although the sound of sadness filled her voice.

Turning to see what had caused the girl's face to contort that way, she saw the culprit looking anything but innocent. "He scares you doesn't he?" Helen didn't wait for a reply. By just the briefest encounter with the older doctor she knew he could easily intimidate such innocent person, as Cameron seemed to be. "If you want me to, I could ask him for you. Though you would have to be open to the idea of Dr. House and I joining you," he voice was thoroughly serious.

As serious as Helen's voice may have sound, Cameron could not suppress the giggle that was building up inside of her. "How do you plan on getting House to go?"

"You didn't answer my question," she said with an evil smirk.

Cameron would deny it later but that evil smirk of Helen's did scare her on some level. She didn't know this woman. She wasn't sure what she was capable of doing but she felt she could trust her. "I'd be fine with it."

Giving a slight nod before standing up with tray in hand, "Good then come with me if you a done with your lunch."

Before Cameron realized what was happening the two women were already heading towards the table of dread after throwing their lunches away.

"Jimmy you don't get it!" House whined. "Nicole Kidman has nothing on Catharine-Zeta Jones! Miss Jones has the accent, the hair, the ass, and the tan. Did I mention the ass?" It was one of their many conversations. The two found it somewhat fun to discuss which woman was better than the other, however they never discussed women who were actually in their lives. That would just get tricky.

Wilson rolled his eyes and let House win. No use in fighting over something he knew House would never admit to losing to.

"Dr. House," a voice called from behind the diagnostics head.

Partly fantasizing that it was indeed Catharine-Zeta Jones rescuing him from clinic duty in a couple of minutes he turned around with a small yet goofy looking grin only to have his dreams shattered when he saw the tall form of Helen Jordan and the slightly paler looking Allison Cameron behind her. "Oh it's you. I see you don't have your much loved scotch in hand," he said with a roll of the eye as he turned back to face Wilson.

Helen gave a gentle laugh, "I bet you're glad I don't. Wouldn't want me to drink you under the table now would you?"

She didn't. She didn't just say she could drink me under the table. Swiveling back to face the amused looking lawyer, he raised his eyebrow, "I would reconsider what you just said." His eyes looked her up and down quickly. "Just like I would reconsider those pants you are wearing." Leaning into fake whisper to her, "They make you look fat. I didn't want to say anything but Wilson here kept bringing it up. Real jerk he is."

A look of utter innocence washed over Wilson's face and as he met Helen's face a look of apology for his friend's lack of class appeared as well. "House don't bring me into this," he said quietly. Not wanting to acknowledge the fact that House was making him look like an ass in front of a woman he hardly knew and a woman he wished he knew better.

The lawyer wasn't harmed by House's comment and gave Wilson a calming smile. "Funny you rather throw nasty comments my way than proving you can drink more than me," she said with a sickly sweetness that only candy addicts could endure.

"Fine. Vertigo. Seven o'clock. Tonight. Be there," he said in a tone that was more suited to an elementary playground fight.

"Can't."

"Why?"

"Drinks with Cameron."

"Cancel."

"No."

"Scared?"

"Of you?"

Wilson and Cameron had the same exact thoughts drifting through their heads. Maybe if they were to be still and not make any sudden moves the two in front of them wouldn't charge. Cameron was however impressed with how long Helen could keep a conversation going with House.

There was no other way to get around this. House wanted desperately to shut this woman up and make her see that he was superior. Tonight was his only night he could get really drunk too. He had clinic duty on Monday and he would defiantly need Saturday and Sunday to sleep it off. "Bring her along," he said with a hint of defeat in his voice.

"Oh and have you alone with two women all night?" she laughed. "That wouldn't be fair."

"Since when did you think I was going by myself?" he asked with a smirk. "Why would I want to spend time alone with you? Wilson is coming along," with a pat on his friend's back it was official.

The look on Wilson's face was morphing quicker than even he could comprehend. Shock was the only way to describe it. Within an hour he had gone from not having anything to do without Julie, watching General Hospital with House, going out drinking, and then going out drinking with House, Helen, and…Cameron.

Speaking of Cameron she wasn't sure how she felt. Helen had actually managed to do it. How in the hell had she done it? Cameron had to blackmail House into going out on a date with her but Helen walks in and gets him to basically ask her out. A small smile appeared through Cameron's lips as she silently praised the older woman before her.

"So we'll see you two tonight," the auburn haired woman beamed. Slowly turning around she placed her hand on Cameron's shoulder and led her out of the cafeteria but let the young girl maintain her goofy grin.

"No more Mr. Nice House," the diagnostician said with an evil grin as he finished with his sandwich and looked forward to their future plans.

A/N: Sorry it's so short but I just needed to get this outta the way before I started writing the actual drinking scene...heheh Review please!

Oh I am also planning on having two of this four have some..."fun" in bed...I'm thinking if you add a review and tell me which two you want to sleep together I might take it into heavy consideration.