A/N: Thank you to those who read and reviewed. I'm glad you liked the beginning of this fic. I don't have the time to update very often because of work and the fanfic I write for my other fandom, but I had already written most of this chapter. Brought in Wilson because he's cool and House's friend. I like the thought of him being friends with Cameron too. Well hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter. Reviews, ideas, suggestions, remarks are welcome. No flames please!

Chapter two

Almost fifteen minutes later she heard a knock on her front door. She wondered if House would open the door if she waited long enough. Not wanting to risk that House would chase Wilson away, she left her bedroom, crossed the living room –ignoring House as she walked by- and opened the door for the oncologist who'd also become her friend.

"Hey." He greeted her warmly, though with concerned eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah." She opened the door for him and stepped back to let him in. "Just take him with you, okay?"

Nodding, Wilson looked in the living room and spotted House on the couch watching TV. "Wilson, you decided to join the party? Or do you always visit Cameron at the end of the evening?" He wiggled his eyebrows at his friends.

"Come on. Let's go. You don't live here."

"I don't? See I was wondering what all the girly things were doing here." He pretended to think. "I am comfortable though so I don't want to leave."

"You have to."

"Don't want to." House smirked.

"You have to. This is not your house."

"But daddy, I don't want to leave!"

"Grow up!" Wilson mumbled as he grabbed House's arm and pulled him up. "Grab your cane and let's get out of here." Seeing that House wasn't reaching for the cane he warned his friend again. "Grab your cane or I'm going to drag you out of here. I don't care if you can walk or not. You are going to leave."

Surprisingly this seemed to convince House as he reluctantly grabbed his cane and followed Wilson to the door. Wilson waited for House to go first so he was sure House was actually gone and he could have a moment with Cameron.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He touched her shoulder.

"Yeah… he's just…" She couldn't find the right words to describe everything.

"How about we have lunch tomorrow?" Wilson suggested, knowing Cameron wanted to talk.

"I'd like that. Thanks."

"Okay. See you tomorrow and try to get some rest."

House had watched the exchange with great interest. He couldn't hear what'd been said, but it wasn't hard to guess. Wilson was comforting her for the words he had spoken. He was probably apologizing for him. It wasn't surprising and Cameron had every right to kick him out. He couldn't deny that. He was rude and abrasive. That was the person he was and sometimes he hated that he wasn't able to change. Especially because he was dealing with Cameron.

"Let's go, House." Wilson put his hand on House's shoulder and gently pushed him towards the car.

The following day was Saturday and Cameron spend the morning cleaning her house. She always did that when she was confused. As if it helped clearing her mind. She hadn't slept much. House was on her mind and everything she'd said to him. She'd never expected she would actually say those things out loud to him. But she had and maybe that was a good thing. House needed to hear the truth once and for all. She just hadn't thought she would be the one to tell him the truth. Wilson had called that morning to confirm their lunch date. She wanted to talk to him because he was a good friend, but also because he knew House.

She met Wilson at a small lunchroom near the hospital, but still far enough that there weren't any doctors. She liked the place. The added bonus was that it was a sunny day and she could take a walk in the park after lunch. That always helped her relax and she needed that. When she arrived, Wilson was already there, sitting outside at a secluded table in the sun.

After ordering their food and drinks the real conversation began. "How much did you actually sleep?"

"A few hours I think."

"I don't know what you told him, but it sure hit home. He didn't say a word when I drove him back. Not even some sarcastic remark. Nothing." Seeing Cameron look down he reassured her. "You didn't do anything wrong. He probably needed to hear it." He knew Cameron well enough to know that she would talk when she was ready. He didn't need nor wanted to push her.

"He showed up at my apartment, practically pushed me aside to get in. I told him I wanted him gone, but he didn't want to listen." Her frustration with him was creeping through her voice. "He didn't say anything at all! And when he did start to talk, he said it was my fault. Why can't he look at himself and take the blame?" She put her elbow on the table and leaned her head on her hand. "I had enough and just got angry at him. You know he thinks he has me figured out, but he hasn't. I turned the tables on him and he didn't like that."

Wilson chuckled. To say that House didn't like it when people confronted him with his flaws was an understatement. There were a few things House didn't deal well with. One of those things was when people got close. But the biggest one was when he started to care for people. That's when House got angry at himself and started to push those people away. But ever since the injury with his leg House pushed people away even harder. He didn't let anyone get close anymore. He was so busy protecting himself that he didn't see that he was alienating himself. But Wilson had seen how Cameron had somehow gotten to House, probably without House truly realizing it. Now Cameron needed to be persistent and ignore House's insults. She was the only one who had found the weak spots in the protective walls House had built around himself. Wilson guessed she didn't even know she had more influence on House than anyone else.

"Don't give up on him just yet."

"Why not? Why should I be the one putting myself out there to get hurt?"

"Because you're only one who can really reach him."

"What's he so afraid of?" She needed to know.

"You." The answer was as simply as that. Seeing Cameron's confused look, Wilson tried to explain. "There's only one person who can really hurt him and that's you. You've made a great impact on him. More than he's willing to admit. He's been hurt before, big time, just like you. And now… he's just trying to protect himself. His way of doing that is by pushing the people he cares about away." Wilson took a sip of his coffee. "House doesn't trust easily. Himself nor anyone else. And he knows the meaning of denial like no one else. That's exactly what he's doing right now. He's pushing you away and denying what he feels for you. Because he thinks that's safer for him."

"I know it's difficult, Allison, but you need to be persistent if this is really what you want. If you're not sure then you'd better back away before either of you gets hurt. And I'm pretty sure at least one of you will be hurt. Are you sure?"

Was she sure? That was a difficult question. She knew what she felt for him and knew she wanted him. And she was pretty sure he was worth it. But she didn't want to do this all alone, she couldn't. This couldn't be a one way street. "I'm sure… I just can't do this alone. I need something from him too. Some acknowledgement that I'm not setting myself up to be hurt again."

"Trust me… you're not alone in this. He knows it, he just has to come to terms with it. He'll keep pushing you away. Let him know that he can't push you away. That you'll keep coming back. He needs to know that, needs to know that you won't leave him."

TBC...