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Chapter 3: Waiting

House hobbled into Wilson's office. No one was there. It was curious. Wilson had been very distant lately after his last divorce. He'd moved from House's place to an apartment near the hospital about two weeks after he'd shown up on his doorstep.

House turned back around and walked toward the direction he came from. Where would Wilson be? He hobbled back in the direction he came, hoping to figure out where Wilson was. His office was empty and there was no one on the balcony.

House went back towards the diagnostics lounge, spying Wilson inside. He went inside, a smirk on his face. "What are you doing here?" House asked.

"Just hanging out," Wilson replied, a little disappointed at House's presence.

"Don't you have an office where you can 'just hang out'?" He answered, sitting down on the couch.

"It's boring in there…"

House raised an eyebrow, mentally questioning him. But before he could say anything, Cameron entered the lounge. "The patient's seizing," she breathed, not noticing Wilson sitting there.

"Dammit…" House muttered. He looked back at Wilson. "I'll figure this out when I get back."

Cameron finally saw Wilson sitting on the couch and smiled at him. "Hey, Wilson," she said.

"Hi, Cameron," he replied, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

She followed House out of the lounge and towards the patient's room.

House raised an eyebrow at her. "What was that about?" He asked.

"What?" She replied, taken aback.

"That little conversation between you and Wilson."

"What about it? I said hi and he said hi. It's not like it was the never-ending conversation."

"But the way you said hi."

"Have you gone even more mental? There is nothing going on between us. We understand each other. That's all."

"You sure are making your way through the group. Date with me, sex with Chase, and now going for Wilson? Who's next? Foreman?"

"Let's drop the subject…" Cameron suggested. "Let's focus on patient."

"This is more fun. So when are you gonna go after Wilson?"

She rolled his eyes but didn't give him a response. She sped up, leaving House to catch up.

Wilson waited patiently for House to come back. He stood, taking a look around the all-too-familiar room. Why he'd been spending all his time in there, even when she wasn't there, was a mystery to even him. He examined a photo that was hanging on the wall, a feeling coursed through his body that he couldn't quite pin down.

In the photo, Cameron's grin was a mile wide. Chase was smiling his usual cool smile. Her arms were out stretched and her legs were securly hooked around Chase's arm. He had her balanced in his arms.

The feeling that Wilson had was undescribable. Was it envy? In envy of Chase? Maybe. Jealousy? Another possibility. Happiness for Cameron's happiness? Perhaps it was all three.

"Well, well, well…" House called from the doorway.

Wilson turned to face him. "What?" He asked.

House smirked. "I finally figured it out," he replied.

"Figured out what?"

He rolled his eyes. "What you're doing in here so much.

"What is that?" Wilson wasn't giving anything away, although he was panicking on the inside.

"You like Cameron, you like Cameron!" He teased like a five-year-old.

Wilson crossed his arms. "What are you talking about? You have no proof."

"Do I ever need proof? No. But am I always right? Yes. Not to mention the fact that I was standing here for five minutes without you noticing while you were staring at the photo."

He sighed. "Fine, you caught me. What about it?"

House came farther into the lounge. "Just don't date her," he stated, sitting down.

AN: What the hell? Sorry this took so long but a little stroke of writer's block and I was busy with my theater program. But I'll update when I can.