A/n: This is my first House fic. It's just fluff, not much action… Oh well. Please Review!
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Wilson was about to go home to Julie, he heaved a loud sigh and knocked on Houses office door.
House had cured his patient today, and he knew he'd be in a good mood. Maybe he wanted to go for a quick drink at the bar; surely Julie wouldn't divorce him just because he was late home, again...?
"House, I know you're in there, your car is still in the parking lot!" He called through the glass door. The blinds were pulled down, even so he tried to peer into the office. He knocked and called "House," through the door again but on receiving no reply he opened it.
House was in his lazy boy, ipod turned up loud, so loud in fact Wilson could hear it from the office doorway. Wilson rolled his eyes and moved to the side of the chair, shaking House's shoulder. "Wake up," He yelled in his ear, after he had pulled the earphone out of it.
House moaned. Wilson stared at House open mouthed. House woke up abruptly, grabbed his cane and began limping across his office.
"You just moaned Cameron's name!" Wilson exclaimed, eyes nearly popping out by now. I mean, he knew House felt something for the woman. But... wow.
"No I didn't," House said defiantly, turning to his friend, his expression changing from one of guilt, to one of fear. "Carmen and Cameron sound very similar!"
"You said Cameron. And the names only look similar." Wilson insisted following House into the elevator.
"I was not dreaming of Cameron," House muttered grumpily.
"You moaned Cameron's name!"
"Shut up Wilson," House said his voice low, and warning. Wilson shut up for the moment.
"Want to go out for a drink?" Wilson asked.
"No," House replied sulkily.
"It was definitely Cameron, not Carmen." Wilson said before parting ways, and heading for his car.
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House sat in his car for a few minutes, lost in thought. That wasn't the first dream he'd had of Cameron, he imagined Carmen Electra or Angelina Jolie, and in seconds they would be replaced by the pretty little immunologist by the name of Allison Cameron. He frowned, was he going soft? Did he actually like Cameron...?
He shook his head, of course not. Half the men in the hospital were attracted to Cameron; he probably wasn't the only one whose dreams were constantly invaded by her.
But as he turned the key in the ignition that annoying little voice from his concsience piped up. If she means nothing to you, then why did you want her back? There are plenty of doctors with equally good credentials dying for her job.
He scowled, and thumped the staring wheel with the heel of his hand in frustration. Why did she have to make everything so much more complicated?
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The End.
