Author Note:- Thanks for all reviews, even the one that criticised my Britishness…. So just be warned that it's a difficult thing to be rid of so will probably continue….

On another note to that same reviewer this is not a set up for House Cameron fluff; although I don't mind reading it, writing it makes my stomach turn. In all likelihood there will not be any serious relationship stuff, I had hoped that that would have been more obvious but ho-hum… Anyways thanks for all reviews, all support gratefully received- this is my first attempt!

Disclaimer:- Do not own House etc….. Anyway, we had him first!

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Wilson entered the office in pursuit of Cameron, and was surprised to see her sat there sorting Houses mail, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Having known Greg House for many years he was well aware of his sarcastic jibes and bad moods, but today was different- today was just nasty. Although many people found him nasty at all times Wilson had detected a change in House, something wasn't quite right. He had just yelled at Cameron of all people, to most that would have been the equivalent of kicking a puppy. Obviously there was more to this outburst than just a hangover.

"Cameron, you okay?" his tone was tentative, he wasn't sure of the damage that Greg had done and didn't want to make it worse still.

"Yeah, I'm fine thanks, sorry Wilson, did you want something?" Her tone was even, not betraying any real emotion other than the regular Cameron calm, but she still hadn't looked up from the desk.

"I heard what House said to you and I just…" Wilson was cut off mid-sentence by Cameron standing up and moving towards the door.

"I'm sorry but I promised that I would go and check on a patient before lunch, she's only sixteen and terrified out of her wits. I'll catch up with you later okay?" With those words she walked down the corridor and out of his sight. Wilson was confused. Between the Oncology lounge and this office he had forgotten what he came up here for in the first place. Damn. I bet it was important too…. I'd better find House before he murders someone… With a grim laugh to himself Wilson set out to find his friend.

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Cuddy was surprised, something that didn't happen to her often;. Having spent years trying to convince House to do his job he was actually here without any urging, bribery or outright threats on her part. Unfortunately for Cuddy House was not intending to actually do his clinic duty, and once she had retired satisfied to her office House lay back on the bed in the middle of the room and stared at the ceiling. Deep in thought about the source of the stains which patched the white tiles above him he was unaware of the opening of the door, or at least this was what Wilson hoped as he ventured into the room. He was soon aware that this was wrong as he dodged an empty Vicodin bottle which had been on a course straight for his head; House was a good shot and Wilson knew this from experience.

"Guess what, I'm out! Isn't that funny… I need a new script doc!" Houses usual biting sarcasm was back with a vengeance and Wilson breathed a silent sigh of relief. It meant that he wasn't going to need to sedate him in order to talk but he knew that any questions would be deflected with a slick come back. He would have to be careful what he said, but something was already on his mind.

"Greg, I refilled you less than a week ago. You should have nearly half a bottle left by your usual standard doses." His need for the pills had been steadily increasing despite the fact that House had acknowledged that he was addicted, the detox week had had a huge effect on both men but he knew that he wouldn't stop. The need had surpassed purely the physical; he was now psychologically dependant on the drug, using it as much as he used his cane, as a mental crutch.

"I dropped the bottle, the remains of the pills are probably still scattered under my couch. You know I tried so hard to find them…Poor things, they're probably terrified….."

Wilson's patience was wearing thin; at this point it seemed easier to talk to him direct. Surely they had been friend long enough that they could dispense with the formalities of awkward pre-talk?

"House I'm not here to give you drugs, I'm here because you are acting…weird…"

"Hmm…I can now officially see why they gave you that medical degree, wouldn't it be great if you wrote a paper on 'acting weird'. You have really outsmarted yourself this time; I must go and tell Cuddy- she loves it when you do the whole brainy thing!" There it was. The deflections and snide remarks Wilson had been expecting, the only part of Houses speech that didn't make sense was that it, well… sucked…… Not like House at all, more like grasping at straws, looking for an exit.

House, we need to talk. Properly this time. Wilson shut the door

Author Note:- I'm sorry that this is moving sooo slowly. I seem to have a desperate need to have all my characters in the right places at the right times! To those of you who find my writing style odd (and many of you will) the explanation can be summed up in two words- Jane Austen. I truly dislike her long sentences so I started writing shorter ones! It's a case of "my only love sprang from my only hate"

By the way please keep reviewing, I need the moral support!