Summery: Just read…


Spoilers: Up until midway through "Heavy" and takes a twist.


Rating: PG-13


Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play. If I did own it, House would be locked away in a room somewhere just for me.

A/N: Look at this. Two updates in less than a week! Go me, go me! Anyway, hope you like! I've been working on Wilson, the Troublemaker a bit, but I have a bit of writer's block on that one. It may be a little longer for an update on that. But the Veronica Mars/House crossover should be updated in another day or two; I have that chapter almost done. If you haven't yet, go check it out! Pretty please? Thanks to all who stuck around for this story, and to all the new names I didn't recognize. I am SO feeling the love!

A Few Minutes Earlier…

Cameron walked into the conference room yawning, and headed straight for the coffee pot. For the first time since before she was staying with House, she didn't sleep. Yes, she regressed a little and was a little scared to go to sleep all alone, but mostly she was kept awake by thinking. Why on earth was House avoiding her? She knew he was, but for some reason she couldn't put a finger on it.

She was in the middle of pouring a cup of liquid caffeine when she saw Dr. Stevens enter House's office out of the corner of her eye. Cameron cringed, remembering her slightly panic stricken call to him last night.

"I need help."

"What's wrong, Allison? Are you okay?"

"Yes. No. I don't know." She drew in a breath. "House never showed up before or after group and I just keep getting his answering machine and voicemail when I call."

"Are you worried about him? Do you need me to get Dr. Wilson or someone else?"

"No, it's just… he never misses. I didn't even see him at work today." She sighed. "And I still need him. I've been staring at the parking garage for the past 20 minutes. I can't bring myself to walk out there by myself yet."

"Do you need me to come down there? I'm only a few blocks away."

"Would you," Cameron asked, hopefully. "I know it's silly, but—wait one second." Dr. Stevens heard some rustling and indistinguishable voices in the background. "It's okay, Troy, Dr. Wilson just came down. He's going to walk me to my car."

"Okay, but if you need anything, give me a call. And call me when you get home so I know you got there okay."

"Will do."

Thinking about it now, Cameron was a bit ashamed of her weakness. It's been 2 months, and she still couldn't walk through the garage by herself. She felt that she should be stronger than that by now.

All of a sudden, a loud bang came from House's office, and Cameron jumped, spilling coffee all down the front of her lab coat and shirt. "Goddman it," she yelped, looking over to see what caused the commotion. All she saw was House and Stevens locked in a stare down. Finally, one of them began to speak, but she couldn't hear any words. What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall in there, she thought. After another minute, Dr. Stevens left and House just sat there, looking pensive. But that only lasted a minute as he picked up the discarded Gameboy and went right back to video game land.

Great, she thought, plopping down at the table, just what I needed. Troy to give House an even bigger reason to avoid me. She was actually a bit irritated with this turn of events. Now I have another surrogate brother to add to Chase, Foreman and Wilson. Cameron sighed one more time and rubbed her forehead. That's it. Next time, I keep my mouth shut and force myself to face my fears. After I buy some mace and a tazer, of course.

She looked up at House again. What went wrong? Up until Tuesday, things were fine. They usually hung out after therapy and even did things on weekends every now and then. It was a nice little routine they had going. But after she went out with Dr. Stevens and forgot to let him know about it… Cameron's eyes grew wide with realization.

Wait.

A.

Minute.

House wasn't mad at her. If he were mad at her, he'd be ragging on her incessantly. He wouldn't be avoiding her. No, this was quite the opposite.

House was jealous.

Cameron smiled sadly. The admission she had longed for so long ago had finally been revealed, albeit inadvertently.

Once again, a loud crash interrupted her train of thought. This time, she saw what made the noise. Dr. Wilson was now in House's office. Looking very angry. Cameron whimpered and put her head in her hands. This was going to be a very, VERY long day. She stood up and drained her mug. She didn't want to be around when the yelling from the office got louder. And she knew it was going to. For now, all she wanted was not to smell like coffee. It was off to find some clean scrubs and some aspirin. Suddenly, Cameron had a very bad headache.

Wilson stormed into House's office, paying no regard for the glass door he had to go through. It slammed against the wall before slowly swinging shut.

"I'd like to know exactly how far up your ass your head is shoved, really. Because there is no way you'd pull such an asinine stunt without such an excuse."

"And a good morning to you, too."

He walked over to House and leaned down, placing his hands palm down on the desk to bring himself at eye level. "You had better give me a good reason for yesterday because I am this close," Wilson said, measuring a teeny bit of space between his thumb and forefinger, "to throttling you."

"Why is everyone threatening me with bodily harm today?"

"Because you deserve it! God—"

"No, Greg is fine."

"I am in no mood for any of your fucking jokes, House!"

House paused, chastised. He looked up at Wilson, who actually looked like he was going to stroke out any minute. "I don't think I've ever seen you this mad before."

"I've never been this mad before."

"Would you care telling me why?"

Wilson sat down and tried to calm himself. "Why have you been avoiding her for the past day and a half? Why the hell would you leave her alone on therapy day? She' s lucky that I was working late and was able to walk her to her car."

Aha. The other good doctor left out that little bit. "You too about Cameron? When did everyone become her savior?"

"Not everyone, you ass," he snapped back. "Just you. You're the person who she's been relying on for the past two months, the one who's been there for her."

"Yeah, well maybe I need to let go of the leash."

"Do you really believe that? Do you?"

House didn't answer him.

"That's what I thought." Wilson got up to leave. "You had better get over this little jealousy thing you have over Dr. Stevens otherwise you're going to lose her." With his hand on the doorknob, he threw out one more thing over his shoulder. "And if you don't find her and make things right and stop being a dick to her over this, you're going to find yourself less one friend. And that'll leave you with none."