The Rundown

Wilson stood stock still in the darkened office as his eyes fell upon the embarrassed figure of Allison Cameron. She stood a little in front of House's desk. Her hands wringing at her stomach and her eye's darting everywhere except the inquisitive and gleeful eyes of the oncologist.

The second that the lock was clicked into place a grin appeared on Wilson's face.

House turned around just in time to see James Wilson, his so-called best friend rush forward and wrap his arms around Cameron.

His Cameron.

He scowled and his eyes narrowed in suspicion and possessiveness.

The temperature of his blood fired red hot when his 'friend' lifted Cameron and began to swing her round causing her to squeal in a very girly manor.

The second her feet touched the ground House wrapped an arm protectively around her waist before pushing his friend not so carefully from them.

"No way Jimmy, I know what you're like. Hands off."

"Okay, okay." Wilson said with an immovable grin. "So, what happened? When, where, how?"

"Who?" Allison added helpfully.

"The Who?" House added sarcastically, as he wrapped his other arm around her waist leaning back slightly so that she leant against him as he leant against the desk.

Cameron began giggling slightly, which music to House's ears and caused his stomach to squirm in a not unpleasant way.

"Aw, come on just tell me already." Wilson begged, acting like a child. House could imagine a little inquisitive Jimmy Wilson stamping his foot in protest causing the barest smile to grace his stubbled jaw.

"She came round to my place last night and made me take her out on a date again."

"You asked me out first." she shot back.

"And you said no."

"So, I changed my mind."

"It still doesn't change the fact that you made me take you out on a date." he replied.

"I did no such thing."

"Yeah, right before I caught you staring at my ass you said that you weren't going to leave unless I took you out."

"Oh, well… yeah. But you did ask first." she said with a soft conspiring smile.

You can't win every battle now that you're with me, that smile said to House, it drove him to insanity and bliss at the same time.

House gave an exasperated sigh, before he kissed her soundly on the lips. Quite soon the kiss deepened, as they each forgot the presence of the third person in the room.

"A-hem." Wilson said in a stage cough, "There are just some things I don't want to see."

"Yes and you're so innocent." said House, "Anyway you were quite happy to watch us make out like teenagers in your office five minutes ago."

"And I'll have to live with that for the rest of my life. Besides I didn't know it was Cameron on your lap at that point." Wilson retorted before adding, "Sorry for calling you a hooker by the way."

Allison rolled her eyes, "Its okay I don't blame you. I blame him." she said nudging House gently on his stomach.

"Hey!"

"Can we just get on with the story?" Wilson said uncomfortably, not really used to this side of House.

"Of course, Jimmy. Now where was I?"

"I think I was staring at your ass." Allison said with a lecherous smile that made Wilson cringe.

"You most certainly were. So, after staring at my ass as I walked down the hall and a shower she helps me put on my cuff links. She just couldn't wait to get her hands on me."

"And you couldn't wait to stare down my shirt."

"Then she tried staring at my ass again."

"You checked me out first!" She exclaimed, "Then he made us go on his motorcycle."

"You made me go out on a date with you!"

"Fine." Cameron conceded.

"Then whilst I was driving she started to feel me up."

"You did the same to me when we got to the Jazz club!"

"Ah! No more!" Wilson almost shouted. Wilson had watched the exchange so far as one would watch a tennis match, with pained expressions as the rally drew to an interrupted close. "Is it possible to get a shortened version without all the details and the bickering couple thing you guys already seem to have down?"

"Fine." House said rolling his eyes, and resting his chin on Cameron's shoulder. "What; we went on a date. When; last night. Where; a Jazz club and then back to mine. How; you're a grown man Jimmy you should know that by now."

Cameron blushed.

Wilson looked a happy sort of exasperated way; glad that his torture was almost over.

And House was grinning in that manic way of his.

"It's about time you had some sense knocked into you. Both of you." the oncologist said with a warm smile, the barest hint of longing and envy in his eyes.

"Thanks." they both said sarcastically.

Wilson shook his head with a wistful smile on his lips, "Well, congratulations." he said moving forward to embrace Cameron once more.

"What did I say about hands off?" House near shouted, then quieter, with only a little more humour to cover his very serious tone, "Get your own Cameron."

"Not a bad idea," Wilson said with a smirk, "So, have you got a sister?"

"No," she said her eyes dancing with laughter and the beginnings of a devilish grin twitching at the corners of her mouth, "I do have a brother though. You're just his type."

"What the hell have you done to her?" Wilson said in an accusing whisper, before he made his escape, afraid for the hospital and the world as a corrupted Allison Cameron was about to be let loose.

"Have I told you 'I love you'?" House said as he turned her around to face him.

"I think you might have mentioned it." she replied with a knowing smile, before she leaned in and captured his lips.

"I love you too." she said as their kiss finished.

His only reply was to smile warmly and kiss her once more.

Lost in each other, neither noticed that the door to the office was unlocked.