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Chapter 7

Cameron walked in the office at 8:30 the next morning, quite a late time for her. Foreman and Chase were already sitting at the table, doing nothing.

'Morning.' Cameron greeted the boys as she walked into her office to drop her stuff off.

'Morning Cameron.' Foreman said, flipping the page of the newspaper.

'Morning. Know a 5 letter word for Nimble?' Chase asked, biting the top of his pen as his forehead creased in concentration.

'Agile?' Cameron suggested, walking over to the coffee jug and turning it on.

Chase nodded and began writing, as Cameron walked over to the table, coffee in one hand and mail in the other.

Cameron took a sip of coffee and opened the first letter when House limped into the office and dumped his bag on the table.

'Cuddy been in yet?' House asked them, staring out the door.

'No…' Foreman replied suspiciously, 'Why?'

'She cornered me last night and told me I had to be in the clinic this morning. I told her no. An argument ensued. You know the drill by now?' House replied, limping into his office and sticking his iPod earphones in his ear.

Cameron looked directly at the mail during this small discussion and didn't look up once. Foreman noticed this. 'You ok?' He asked Cameron, staring at her pursed lips with a raised eyebrow.

'Mmhm.' Cameron replied, opening another letter.

'Ok…' Foreman replied, getting up and walking over to the coffee jug to pour himself another cup, extremely aware that she wasn't ok.

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Cameron sat in her office just after lunch, attempting to finish the paperwork that had piled up on her desk since their patient. He had now been released, healthy as ever, so now there was an increasing need to get the paperwork done.

She sighed as she signed off another form and placed it in the 'done' pile. She could faintly hear House's television program in his office and felt annoyed. Normally, I didn't bother her, but amused her that a grown sadistic man still sat in front of the TV everyday at 12pm to watch a soap opera, but at the present moment, it annoyed her. It probably had something to do with the fact that she was angry with House, and angry at the situation she had put herself into.

Cameron had had a very bad night sleep. She had tossed and turned the entire night, woken up in cold sweats and woke up at 5am because she couldn't get to sleep at all. Cameron blamed her conscience. She was still riddled with guilt about her current seeing of Joe. The reason she moved was because she couldn't deal with it anymore. Because she didn't want to have that feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she saw him. In truth, she had gone to bed annoyed with herself. Annoyed at the fact that she couldn't outright say 'no' to Joe, when her heart was telling her to. She felt weak. Listening to her head when it came to emotions was not something Cameron ever did; yet now she couldn't bring herself to outright say what her heart was telling her.

Yet, last nights outburst at House did exactly that. She did outright tell House what she thought, and why she thought it. It was habit; for some reason she always told House exactly how she was feeling. It unnerved Cameron; that somebody could rile her up so much that she just burst everything she was feeling all at once.

Cameron signed the last form and put it on the pile, breathing out at completion. She stood up and picked up the files, walking over to the file shelf and placing them in the slot. There was a soft knock at the door and Cameron turned around hesitantly. There stood Wilson, smiling softly.

'Hey, you free to talk?' Wilson asked, holding open the door.

Cameron nodded and walked over to her desk. Wilson walked in and sat in the chair opposite her. 'How are you doing?' Wilson asked.

Cameron smirked. 'House told you about last night?'

'He may have mentioned it.' Wilson replied, rubbing his brow.

'I'm ok. I mean I'm not great, but I'm ok.' Cameron replied, placing her folded hands in front of her.

'That's good.' Wilson replied softly.

'I'm sorry. Last night couldn't of been pleasant for you.' Cameron said hesitantly, speaking for the first time since she figured out that Wilson was living with House.

Wilson smirked. 'I'm used to it. It's ok. You can talk about it. Julie and Me, I mean. It wasn't as if it was completely unexpected.'

'I'm sorry.' Cameron replied softly, sympathy etched in her features.

Wilson smiled at her. 'How did last night go?' He asked, changing the subject.

Cameron sighed. 'It was nice. He took me to Café Spilletto.'

Wilson grinned. 'Hmm. Interesting.'

'It was. And also awkward. He told me he wants to start over. Like before I left.' Cameron replied matter-of-factly.

Wilson raised his eyebrows. 'Wow. What do you want?' He asked her.

'I don't know,' Cameron replied, sighing as she did so, 'I can't seem to feel comfortable around him. I still feel terrible. He told me to think about it. I wasn't very talkative last night. I was still angry at House.' She replied, shaking her head.

'Well, I would be too. House and your discussion's lately haven't been all nice.' Wilson replied.

'Tell me about it, 'Cameron said, 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't be dumping all this on you. You don't need to hear me babbling like this. It's my problem, I guess.'

Wilson shrugged. 'It's ok. I'm used to people babbling to me. You're the nicest about it.' He replied smiling.

Cameron smirked. 'Well you're a very good listener.'

'It's part of my charm,' Wilson replied, standing up and walking to the door.

'Cameron…' Wilson turned back around, 'you know he'd never say it, but House is sorry for what happened last night. He doesn't get this moody over everybody, you know.' He said with a smirk and walked out the door.

Cameron stared after him, thinking over his words and sighing deeply.

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House sat in his office, his bad leg propped up on the table and his cane facing the ceiling. His iPod was sitting on his stomach, blasting the Rolling Stones, yet the earphones weren't in his ears.

He saw Wilson walk out of Cameron's office and head down the corridor, and he began to feel slightly irritated. They were probably confiding about how much of a son of a bitch he was, even though House already knew that.

He hadn't spoken to Cameron all day. He had glanced at her when he arrived this morning, but she had forced herself not to look at him and just stared at the page in front of him. That irritated him further. So since then he had been sitting in his office all morning, playing his gameboy, listening to his iPod and watching General Hospital.

It was a day House would call productive, if it wasn't for thoughts of Cameron plaguing his mind. He had been thinking and analysing their argument since she walked out of the office last night, and what irritated him the most was that she got the last say. Cameron told him what he would usually tell others. And her words made him think.

He hated thinking about his feelings. It was worse than watching Wilson mope around his apartment, drowning his sorrows in his scotch.

Was he really acting like this because he cared about Cameron? Sure, there had always been the sense of attraction to her but was he really jealous? Has Wilson been right all along? Has Cameron been right all along?

House groaned and reached for his Vicodin, popping two out of the container and throwing them down his throat. It was making his leg hurt. He sighed and tapped the head of his cane against his forehead

He screwed up. He knew that much. He overstepped that little barrier. Cameron had finally told him what he had wanted to know for days and he had to piss her off by acting like an ass. It was something House would say, but normally not feel after saying it. Why was this time any different? Why was it different with Cameron?

These questions remained unanswered as House grew even more irritated at his analyzation of his emotions and stuck the iPod earphones in his ears, attempting to drown out his thoughts with the familiar voice of Mick Jagger.

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