Before you read the story, I just want you to know that you should be feeling incredibly guilty because I feel bad when I leave you hanging, so I have to keep writing and posting, which means I have no time to revise for my Stats GCSE next week. So if I fail, it's all your fault. LOL,onlyjoking, if I wasn't writing this, I'd just be reading someone elses.

Enjoy!

It was a few minutes past 7 when Cameron turned up with Dan in tow. Well, more than a few, it was long enough to make Wilson consider leaving.

"Sorry we're late! The traffic was a nightmare!"

Wilson knew she was lying because the roads had been clear when he was on them, plus, by the looks of things, they had walked. And taken a detour through the park. They both looked slightly out of breath and Cameron had a twig in her hair.

"Sure," he replied disbelieving. "Can I get you two drinks?"

After ordering their drinks, they settled into a booth, away from the crowds.

An hour and many, many drinks later, everyone was slightly drunk, but Wilson had found out nothing.

Cameron and Dan were obviously very close and had known each other for a long time and although they didn't seem to act very couple-y, Wilson put this down to them not wanting to make him feel left out.

"OK, your turn, Jimmy!" Cameron giggled, "Tell us a secret!"

Later on, Wilson would blame his next statement on the amount of alcohol he had consumed, but even so he wasn't sure what had made him say it.

"I don't get lonely, I enjoy having time on my own, that's not why I'm here!" he blurted out stupidly.

Cameron spluttered on her drink, not because she was that shocked, more because she was drunk that anything else. "Then why are you here?" she asked expectantly. "It was true! You do want to date me!" she laughed jubilantly.

"No!" Wilson practically shouted, "but House does! He asked me to ask you out so I could spy on you two and then dish the dirt!" And with that, he bust into hysterical laughter.

Cameron had a strange expression on her face, as if she was trying not to look completely overjoyed by this new piece of information, needless to say, she wasn't succeeding. Dan, on the other hand, did not look so happy (why would he?), in fact, he looked quite annoyed and wrapped a possessive arm around his girlfriend's shoulders.

"House?" He looked puzzled, and asked, "Isn't he your evil boss?"

Cameron nodded, still grinning like a clown on Prozac.

Dan frowned harder still, "Maybe this game wasn't such a good idea after all." He said, obviously not happy with the turn of events.

"You don't say!" Wilson exclaimed before he and Cameron both relapsed into laughing fits. Even in his europium, Wilson couldn't help but feel bad for the young man seated opposite him.

"Don't worry about it," he said, patting Dan's hand in what he thought was a comforting tone "I'm sure you'll find the right person for you, too."

Dan's expression brightened considerably upon hearing this and flashed a bright toothy grin at Wilson.

It was few hours (and many more drinks) later, when Wilson finally stumbled back to House's apartment and plopped himself down of the sofa. He was just dropping of into a drunken sleep, when House came through from the bathroom, having only just realized that Wilson may have arrived whilst he was in the shower.

"So how'd it go?" He asked, not bothering to say hi.

"Good, it was good," Wilson replied sleepily.

"And?" House pressed.

"And what?" Wilson asked.

"What did you find out? You know, the information you went there to get?" House replied exasperatedly.

"Well, I think Dan is gay." Wilson replied surely.

"You what?"

"I swear he was hitting on me!" Wilson said, upset that House didn't believe him.

"There is no way a girl like Cameron would waste herself on a guy who couldn't appreciate her." House stated.

"But she is!"

"Whatever, you're too drunk to have found out anything of use to me!" House swore, his plan had been ruined!

"I am not! He's gay I tell you!"

"You're wasted!" House spat in disgust.

"He is! I have an exceptionally brilliant gay-dar!"

But House had gone, rolling his eyes at this predicament as he limped of to bed, grumbling angrily on the way.