Disclaimer: nothing much has changed... i still own very little, hence House MD etc etc are not in my possesion, but instead in that of mr david shore lucky turkey.

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As soon as he reached his office the tears were flowing freely, he saw no point in holding them back in the security of his own sanctuary. In the back of his mind he was waiting for his best friend to come bursting in and making sure everything was ok, but he understood it wasn't going to happen. However, his office door did slowly open, a young immunologist entered silently and approached House, who was sitting in the chair behind his desk. Without uttering a word she removed his head from his hands and stared into his eyes, she'd never seen him show any other emotion then anger, and couldn't help but start crying herself. House stood, he felt uncomfortable, not only because he was crying but of all the people to see him so vulnerable, he didn't want it to be Cameron... or did he? He was surprised when she spun him around, and forced him to sit on his oak desk, then pulled him into a hug. At first he was apprehensive, but her scent overwhelmed him as he absorbed her warmth. His sobs became louder as the reality of Wilson's departure from the world sank in, in response Cameron traced her fingers through his hair, trying to calm her shattered boss.

House hadn't been at work all week; Cuddy had left Foreman in charge of the department. Neither of the boys tried to call him, to see if he was alright and offer reassurance. Cameron however had been debating with herself whether or not to go and see him, and check that he hadn't done anything stupid. Finally she came to the conclusion that she would go and see him after work, unannounced other wise he would more than likely disappear.

Thud, thud, thud. House really didn't want to see anyone, hence why he hadn't left his appartment in 4 days.

"House it's me" the voice sounded sweet and sincere, "it's Cameron, please let me in... please?"

She heard him moving around inside, the sound of his cane pounding on the floor as he walked, but he didn't walk towards the front door. The sound moved further away and became more faint, before increasing once more. She knocked again; thud, thud... The door swung open and Cameron was greeted by House's back as he walked back to the couch before collapsing into it.

"Why did you come here?" He said rather harshly, causing Cameron to regret showing up even more.

"I just... I just wanted to see you" she thought about this for a moment, deciding it wasn't a good way of putting her presence. " I mean im here to make sure you're doing ok, like it or not House I care. I care about you".

House's reply was one much to her surprise; "thank you".

"It's no ..." He interrupted, " for caring when no one else does", at that House stood and walked over to his colleague and wrapped his arms around her. Cameron was at first surprised, this isn't the House I know, but hey im not complaining.

"I've missed you at work, we all have"

"I just can't be there right now... I ... I miss..." he couldn't finish the sentence, breaking down once more.

"Shhh, it's ok Greg im here", she tightened her grip on him, not quite sure what else there was to do. After calming enough to be understood he continued;

"Why Wilson? Why not me, im the asshole with no feelings, he was too good for me"

" House don't be daft, Wilson loved you, you were his best friend" she held his cheeks forcing him to look at her, "sometimes, Greg, people cant explain why they feel what they do". They both knew this emotion much too well.

"I didn't know I was his next of kin, I didn't know I meant that much" momentary silence between the couple was once again broken by House, "I didn't even get to say goodbye". Deep down that was one of the things that hurt him the most, the last thing he had said to his best friend was; "Which wife you doing tonight?". He hated himself for it.

"Come on, you need sleep" Cameron guided him down the hallway to his room and laid down next to him, gently soothing him as he dozed off, exhausted.

Cameron awoke first the following morning and made her way to the kitchen and began fixing breakfast. She carried the tray back into the bedroom to find House propping himself up in bed; he gave her a light smile of appreciation.

"Alright time to stuff your face" she said in a tone of jest, as the toast and coffee was set down before him.

"Thanks, but im not hungry"

"You have to eat"

"Don't tell me what I HAVE to do, who do you think you are?" His tone was harsh.

"Im just trying to help!" And with that Cameron got up and left the room, but decided not to leave, she wasn't giving up on him no matter what.