"That son of a bitch," House said darkly. Cameron was still staring at Wilson and Emily, completely horrified. House cast another glance at Cuddy to see if she had noticed Wilson's entrance, and when it was clear that she was oblivious, he got up and marched over to the two of them. Emily saw him coming before Wilson did. She whispered something to Wilson before she left to find a table. Wilson kept his gaze turned to the floor, bracing himself for House's rage.

"What the hell is your problem?" House said, not trying to keep his voice down.

"House, don't-" Wilson stopped short when a pair of pointy shoes came into his view. His gaze traveled up the body, falling into the foggy blue eyes of Lisa Cuddy.

"You are a jackass," she slurred, pointing her finger at him.

"Lisa, I think we need to talk," Wilson said gently, wrapping his fingers around her bony wrist. She struggled, but she had no chance of escape. She soon settled, the look she was giving Wilson getting her anger across to him.House, however, was not going to let him back out of this. His face set into a menacing glare, he whacked Wilson's leg with his cane.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" House yelled. Wilson looked House in the eyes, his grip on Cuddy tightening.

"You don't know anything, Greg," he said sharply. His eyes had darkened, warning House to back off. House's eyes darted over to Emily, who was smirking at him tauntingly.

"No. What I don't know…What I can't even begin to understand is why you are treating Lisa like some shit that you stepped in with your stupid French shoes. Why it is that you can't be bothered to help herafter your stupidity. And now you've moved on to my sister?"

"Sister?" Cuddy said, glancing over to where Emily was sitting.

"So," House continued, ignoring her. "Please be so kind and tell me when it was you became such a bastard." By this time the entire room had gone silent, everyone's eyes on the three people by the door. Foreman and Chase had moved over to Cameron's table, all three watching, their jaws dropped. Wilson's face had become bright red with fury.

"You have no right…no right, House to be so condescending." Wilson narrowed his eyes, pointing his own finger at the older man. "You think you know how things are. You think you know everything." Wilson thought about continuing, but decided against it, leading Cuddy from the room.

"You're a disgusting pig!" House shouted after him. Shooting Emily a death glare, he returned to his table. Slowly conversation filled the room again as people went on with their night. House didn't say anything to Cameron's worried stare; instead, he downed the rest of his scotch and wiped his mouth on the tablecloth.

"I'm going home," he said abruptly, getting to his feet. Cameron rose with him.

"Do you want me to take you home?" she asked casually, aware of Chase and Foreman listening in. "I don't want you to kill yourself."

"Yeah, sure. It's too cold for the bike now, anyway." Without a word to the other two ducklings, he limped heavily from the room, ignoring Emily, who had kept her eyes on him since she and Wilson had arrived. Slipping on his jacket, he stepped into the bitter cold night, closely followed by Cameron. She led him to her car quickly, before they were entirely numb.

"What's gotten into him lately?" Cameron asked once they'd gotten in the car. She turned the heat on full blast, but her teeth still chattered violently.

"Honestly? I have no idea." He tapped his cane on the floor, trying to slow down his mind. It had been whirling since he had seen Wilson and Emily. Together. That stupid smug grin on his face had permanently etched itself in his brain. And Emily looked so happy on his arm. But what sickened him the most was the way he'd looked at Cuddy. The disgust was so evident, it would've been impossible to miss. Wilson thought that the way Cuddy was handling the situation was disgusting. House shook his head; clearly, he had been a friend to the wrong one.

"Here you go," Cameron said, pulling up in front of House's apartment. House looked up at the darkened windows. It looked so empty.

"Would you like to come in?" he asked, turning back to her. " I mean since I pretty much ruined your night..." Cameron smiled and turned off the ignition.

"Maybe just for a little bit."

Gripping his cane tightly, hegot out,back into the cold, rushing to get to his door. His numbing fingers fumbled with the keys, but he eventually got the door to swing open, stumbling in after it. House switched on the lights, tossing his jacket towards the closet.

"Lasagna?" he asked, smiling. Cameron rolled her eyes as she slipped out of her heels. She followed him into the kitchen, where he was warming up some of the pasta.

"I thought you were kidding," Cameron said incredulously.

"Nope. I swear, it's multiplying in the fridge." He chuckled, setting the plates on the counter. "Hope you don't mind informal." He took a bite, scalding his mouth.

"Brilliant," Cameron smiled, blowing on her own forkful before putting it in her mouth. House glared at her, but started taking her silent advice, blowing on his lasagna first. "I take it you didn't expect to see Emily there tonight," Cameron said carefully. House froze, the fork an inch from his open mouth.

"You sound like you weren't too surprised," he said slowly.Cameron set her fork on the plate, studying her fingers.

"Wilson called me last night. He didn't come right and say who, but he mentioned that he wanted to bring a date." She ran one hand through her hair. "I didn't think for a minute he'd choose to bring…well…" She shrugged, but didn't continue when she saw House's face darkening.

"Someone needs to help Cuddy," he said finally. Cameron's eyes widened, but she went on chewing, and said nothing.

House chewed his lip as he loaded the dishwasher. Cameron had given up on any hope of a conversation and went to his couch, flipping on the TV. He was right, of course. Someone did need to help Cuddy. There was no way she would be able to get through this on her own. In truth, she probably didn't want House's help, but she probably wouldn't object to Cameron's. Drying his hands on a dishtowel, he poured two glasses of wine and joined her on the couch. She looked a little surprised that he had chosen to sit so close to her, but kept her mouth shut.

"Do you think you could...you know...use your amazing bedside manner and help Cuddy through this?" he asked, swirling the wine in his glass.

"Of course I could." She took a long drink, closing her eyes. "It's good, your idea."

House remembered the look on Cuddy's face when she'd spotted Wilson earlier that evening. She'd looked so hurt, seeing the father of her future child on the arm of another woman. Of his sister. Somehow, that made House feel sick. Like it was his fault.

"I should go," Cameron said after emptying her glass. She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was after one. She set the glass on the table, stretching her arms out in front of her. House took the last drink of his wine and set it next to hers.

"Or you could…stay…"he said quietly. She smiled and took his hand in hers. A smaller smile found its way onto his lips, and didn't disappear.

"OK," she said. House pointed the remote at the TV, turning it off, and lifted her to her feet with him. Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment, before he broke it, and led her to his bedroom. It was, of course, not her first time in his bed, but it still had all same excitement.

"Tomorrow's Sunday, right?" Cameron whispered.

"Yeah...?"

"Good. One whole day where we don't have to hide anything."

House glanced at her in the darkness, and he could just make out the grin that had taken shape on her lips.