Chapter 5

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When Cameron walked into PPTH the next morning, she was surprised to see both House and Wilson conversing over coffee. It was a rarity that Wilson was ever present in the Diagnostics office before noon; he usually had his own patients to deal with.

'Morning.' Cameron said, aiming her greeting directly towards Wilson and walking straight past House and into her office without giving him a second glance.

House raised his eyebrows and cocked his head to look at Wilson's smirking form. 'Do you think she's mad?' He asked sarcastically.

Wilson smirked and nodded, before directing his gaze to the paper unfolded on the table.

Cameron walked back into the office and headed straight towards the coffee. 'How's the patient?' She asked, pouring herself a cup and walking over to the table.

'Stable. The med's we gave him seem to be working.' House replied, deciding to step in.

Cameron nodded as she placed her cup of coffee on the table and sat down. 'Any problems?' She asked.

'Nope…but it's early in the morning…' House replied, still staring at her.

Cameron continued to look at the patients file on the table, and didn't once look up at House. Yet House stared at her, as if contemplating her thoughts, or tempting her to talk to him.

Wilson looked at them both and smirked. That was his cue to leave. 'Ok well this was fun, but I've got an appointment. Meet you for lunch?' He said directly to House.

House nodded, 'Your buying.'

Wilson rolled his eyes as he walked out of the office. 'As always.' He muttered under his breath, leaving House and Cameron sitting in the room in silence.

House whistled and knocked his cane on the floor, a sure sign he really wanted to piss Cameron off. She chose to ignore his presence, and continued flipping through their patient's file.

He sighed in an over exaggerated manner, and in the process blew the paper Cameron was reading onto the floor.

'So…' House began as Cameron rolled her eyes and bent over to pick up the piece of paper,' what's on the agenda for today?'

Cameron smirked and stared down at the papers, still keeping her gaze of House.

'Any special lunch breaks today?'

'I take it Wilson is still keeping his mouth shut.' Cameron said under her breath.

House shrugged. 'As much as it pains you to know, you are not on our topic discussion list.'

Cameron smirked again, knowing full well that she most certainly was. 'Uh huh.'

They sat in silence for several minutes before Foreman and Chase walked into the office. Cameron was glad that they did come in at that moment; the silence was becoming extremely awkward. Seeing as their patient was responding to the meds, Cameron went down to the clinic, leaving House staring at her exiting form.

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'Take these prescription antibiotics, 3 times a day. I've added a repeat to the script so if you feel the need to take an extra lot, you can.' Cameron said kindly to the woman with a case of strep throat, handing her the piece of paper.

The woman smiled at her and nodded in gratification, before getting up and walking out of exam room 1. Cameron took off her gloves and tossed them in the in, grabbing her file and walking over to the clinic counter.

'12:05 signing out.' She said to the nurse on duty, swiftly signing her name on the sheet.

'You done for the morning?'

Cameron turned around and saw Wilson standing behind her. She laced her file on top of the stack. '12:05…only five minutes behind.' She replied with a smile.

'That must be a record.' Wilson replied, as they both began walking out of the clinic.

'I believe it is.' Cameron said, hitting the button on the elevator.

The doors swung open and both Cameron and Wilson stepped in, Cameron hitting the 'up' button. 'Have a good morning?' She asked him.

Wilson shrugged. 'My patients in remission so I can't complain. I do have to put up with House though…' He said with a smirk.

Cameron bit her lip. 'You still haven't said anything?'

'No. And it's killing him slowly. Its actually quite amusing to watch.' Wilson replied, looking at her.

'I imagine it is. We had a…disagreement last night.' Cameron said slowly.

'Ah,' Wilson said. 'That explains the grouchy mood.'

Cameron smirked. 'Yes it does. Do you think I should tell him?'

Wilson raised his eyebrows as the doors swung open. 'Well, you could tell him, but do you really want to?'

'I don't know.' Cameron replied softly, stepping out with Wilson.

Wilson gave her a pat on the shoulder. 'Well you'll do what you thinks best. But I'm not going to say anything.' He replied.

Cameron smiled. 'Thanks.'

'Not a problem.' Wilson replied, sighing. 'Now I've got to go to lunch with him, so think yourself lucky.'

Cameron gave a soft laugh as Wilson walked down the corridor and out of sight. She had some thinking to do.

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'So you and Cameron had an argument last night? You failed to mention it…' Wilson said to House, sliding his tray of food along the metal bar of the cafeteria.

House shrugged, grabbing a bowl of salad. 'You don't tell me, I don't tell you. It works both ways, Jimmy.'

Wilson rolled his eyes. 'Well that's pathetic. Honestly, why can't you just let it go? Give the poor woman a break for once.'

House put his plate on Wilson's tray as Wilson pulled out his wallet, already expecting to have to pay for his lunch. 'I have to interfere. What if this affects her work? Wouldn't be the first time its happened.'

Wilson grabbed the tray and followed House to a corner table. 'It only does when you keep on interrogating her about things that have happened in her life. You do realise that this is all you, right?'

'I don't want to be all self-involved like that. Its not healthy.' House replied sarcastically, taking a sip of his soda.

'You do it every other time. What makes this time so different?' Wilson asked, stealing a chip from House's plate.

House glared at him before replying. 'Because this time its not all me. I simply ask a question and she gets all defensive. Women.' He said, sarcastic exasperation in his voice.

'Oh yeah. Since when have you just 'simply asked a question'?' Wilson asked, rolling his eyes once more as he began to eat his sandwich.

House glared at him again. Wilson shook his head. 'Just let her come to you, will you? She'll tell you eventually if you didn't keep berating her.'

House stared at him as Wilson took another bite and washed it down with a sip of soda.

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Cameron walked into her office at quarter to 5 that afternoon after the rest of the day watching their patient. He was doing well, and still responding to the meds.

She walked over to her desk and unplugged her laptop, sticking it in her bag and placing it on her desk as she walked over to the coat rack.

'Going somewhere?'

Cameron froze, sighing softly. Why she hadn't heard him enter, she didn't know, but he was there. She turned around pulling an arm through her jacket.

'Yes. Home. I'm going out tonight.' Cameron replied, pulling on the entire jacket.

House nodded. 'With…'

Cameron smirked. 'I have a feeling you already know who with.' She replied, walking over to her desk and putting her bag on the chair.

'Well, technically I don't, because no one is caring to tell me because its 'none of my business'. You could clarify though.' House replied sarcastically.

Cameron sighed and shook her head. She knew that as soon as she told him, all the power she held now would be gone, but her stomach knotted and she knew that she wanted to tell him, despite her better judgement.

Cameron turned around to face him. 'Joe was my husband's best friend. When he was sick, Joe and I became close. I fell in love with him. But when Matthew died, I left. I needed a break from it all. And I haven't seen him since. Happy now? Has your curiosity been fulfilled? Can you sleep better knowing that little fact?' Cameron replied, her voice cracking.

'Did you sleep with him?' House asked, ignoring the fact that he was overstepping the invisible boundaries.

Cameron stared at him before looking away. 'No.' She replied softly.

'Why? Oh that's right, you're all pure and wholesome. Don't want to do anything that is considered bad.' House replied sarcastically.

Cameron looked like she had been slapped. She stared him straight in the eye, her face hardening. Her eyes glassed over slightly, yet she fought them, deciding she wasn't going to break down. Not now.

Cameron opened her mouth slowly and spoke, her voice as hard as her face. 'I, unlike you, don't believe in committing adultery. I, unlike you, don't sleep with someone just because they decide they want you. I, unlike you, am not a selfish son of a bitch who doesn't give a crap about anything. Yet that's why you berate me, because I do give a crap. Because deep down, you do to, even though you make out to be all sadistic and nasty. You give a crap about me.' She said, her voice breaking slightly as she finished softly.

'You really think that, do you?' House replied, his expression slightly taken-aback.

'I know. Why else would you be like this? Because you're curious? Jealousy runs deeper than curiosity, House.' Cameron finished her last sentence staring him straight in the eye before walking around him and out the door.

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