Disclaimer: House is owned I think by Fox and David Shore. Sadly, neither of those are me.

This is the second last chapter and some stuff goes down. Enjoy and review!!!

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Dinner was served shortly after, and the silence in the apartment was almost deafening. House continued to keep a watchful eye on Chase and Cameron throughout the meal, and Cameron did the same with him and Stacey. Wilson sighed, trying to ignore all of them.

"This meal is amazing Jimmy." Stacey broke the silence and Cameron shot her a glare.

"Thanks. Allison helped." Wilson smiled at Cameron, who smiled back, before focusing back on her food.

"Its really good you guys, I'm getting full already." Chase laughed softly.

House kept quiet, as did Cameron. They shot glares are each other when the other wasn't looking.

Cameron was angry because House wasn't even trying to sit with her, or be with her. He had sat with her on the couch, he sat beside her at the table. She wanted to smack him, and beat him to death with his cane, but inside smiled at Chase to ground herself. There was just something about him, that made her feel calm.

House was angry with Cameron because she seemed to be calmer with Chase around, like she was another person. And that even though he had won her, he still felt like there was a competition between him and Chase. He hated that Chase had sat down with her in the living room, then beside her at the table. Maybe Cameron made the wrong choice.

"Anyone want any dessert?" Wilson asked, breaking the silence.

Chase, Cameron, and Stacey nodded, and House offered to help clean up the table, which was a shot to everyone. He just shrugged it off, wanted to get as far away from Chase and Cameron as possible.

Once in the kitchen, House slammed the dishes onto the counter, and Wilson thought it was a miracle that they didn't all shatter.

"You wanna tell me what the jab was for? And why you invited the Englishman to dinner?" House crossed her arms, glaring at Wilson.

Wilson sighed, looking at House. "The jab was because you were eye fucking Stacey's cleavage and breasts, which I gotta say are a little over the top, while your girlfriend was standing right there." He waited for House to argue, and when he didn't, he continued. "And I invited Chase, the Australian, to stay because you and Stacey were making Cameron uncomfortable, so I thought she could use a friend."

"What about you? What are you, a very sexy pole?"

"No, but her and I aren't good friends like Chase and her are. Look, I know you think there is still something between them, but they are just friends. Good friends have the ability to calm down each other. Don't tell me that's not what you were thinking, or what your glares were about. To be even, you haven't been away from Stacey for more than 2 seconds all night." Wilson grabbed some clean plates and brought out the pie he had made earlier.

"So who wanted some?"

House stood in the kitchen for a few more minutes, thinking over what Wilson had said. He hadn't realized it but he had been pretty close to Stacey through out the duration of the night. And yes, he had been checking out her chest, something he hadn't seen in a very long time. "I'm a moron." He said as he hobbled back to the table. He sat down, looking at Cameron.

Cameron smiled at Chase, happy he was there. " I'm surprised you didn't try and steal House's bike."

"I would have except that a) I didn't want to get killed, and b) I didn't want get killed on the bike." He smiled back. Her eyes were so beautiful.

House sighed, glancing over at Stacey. She was smiling at him, and resting her hand on his arm. He looked at it, feeling nothing. No spark, no electricity. Just a hand on his arm.

Cameron glanced over and saw the touching. This was her breaking point, she had had enough. She slammed down her fork and looked right at Stacey. "Ok, I can't do this anymore, why don't you just take him into the bedroom and fuck his brains out, Stacey? Its what you have been hinting at all night, with your slutty outfit, your flirty looks, the fucking touching. I know you are dying to have him, so why don't you!"

Stacey stood up. "How dare you! I am not dressed slutty, and if I wanted to have Greg, I would, whether you liked it or not, little girl. He was mine first, before you even appeared in the picture."

"What did you just fucking call me? Little girl? Listen here, hag! You can have him, I'm fucking done. You two are fucking meant to be, so enjoy!" Cameron stormed away from the table and grabbed her jacket, before leaving the apartment.

The room was silent for a moment until Chase stood up. "I'm gonna see if she's alright."

With that, he followed her out the door.

House, Stacey and Wilson continued the silence. House was in shock, at Cameron's outburst, and Stacey's response. Stacey slowly sat back down, staring at her plate. Wilson blinked rapidly in confusion, glancing over at House, then at Stacey.

"More pie, anyone?"

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Cameron sat outside on the steps, tears falling freely from her face. Her knees were hunched up to her chest for warmth and she rested her head against them, as she began to sob. She didn't want to let go of House. He drove her nuts, he was much too often unethical, he argued, he had a superior complex…but he was hers. Or so she had led herself to believe. He was always going to be Stacey's, no matter how much it hurt. And he seemed quite content with that idea.

"Allison?" Chase sat down beside her, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm so sorry." He held her tight until her sobs began to drift away. She looked up at him, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Why did I fall in love with him? I'm such a moron…" Her tears began again, but she didn't sob.

Chase continued to hold her, not sure exactly what he should say. "Well…for one thing, you aren't a moron. You are far from it. You are sweet, amazing, caring, and smart, I could go on. And you love House…because you do. No can really explain why someone falls in love with someone else, they just do." He kissed her head, flattening her hair.

Cameron looked back up at Chase, smiling. "Thank you for being such a good friend." She kissed his cheek, and as she pulled away, was drawn to his lips. They were soft, and comforting, being exactly what Cameron needed them to be. Chase felt like screaming in joy, but instead came back to reality and pulled away.

"We can't do this. You love House…and…"

"And what?" She sat back a little, reading his whole face. His eyes were filled with hurt.

"I don't think I could handle being hurt like that again." He looked into her eyes, drifting away in them.

Cameron nodded, kissing his cheek again. "I'm so sorry for hurting you." Chase shrugged and smiled, causing Cameron to smile too. "Well, to be honest, I don't really want to go back in there so did you wanna go back to my place for a bit? I promise to behave." She smiled, poking him.

"Sounds good to me." Chase laughed softly, helping Cameron to her feet. They decided to take his car, and Cameron stared at the building as they drove away, her heart hurting.