A/N: This has been revised, thanks to Limaccia's evilly observant eye! THANKS:o) The part that was changed is after House wakes up, and I think it makes a LOT more sense. Sorry about that, folks...I guess I'll have to be very, very careful from now on. lol

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

"Wow, I can't believe how tired I am just from going to dinner. We were only out two hours," Debra said as she and Wilson walked through the door of his hotel room after their double date. Debra sat down on the bed with her arms behind her for support.

"Well, I've told you before but you didn't want to believe me," he answered cutely as he threw his car keys and hotel key on the table. He sat down next to her and they stared out the window, watching the early spring rain pelt the window. "Debra, I've never seen House have a real good time, or allow himself to, anyway. And he did tonight. It was nice to see him enjoy himself."

She looked at him bewildered. "Really? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, he kept his sunglasses on the whole time but I think it was because he was either drunk or had a hangover, one of the two," he said with a laugh.

Debra stared out the window again, the expression on her face changed to that of concern. Wilson knew there was something going on in there, though he wasn't really sure if he wanted to know what it was.

He stood, said he was going to get some ice and suggested she change while he was out. After he left and she stood, she was a little dizzy and it was difficult for her to get her night shirt and get to the bathroom to change and take off her makeup but she did it. As she started to unbutton her dress, nausea overcame her and her head began to spin wildly. She grabbed the sink and closed her eyes, hoping that would stop the head spins. But it didn't, they only grew worse.

There were several loud banging noises and it took her a second to realize it was Wilson at the door to see if the coast was clear for him to come in. She hollered out to come in but her voice sounded strange to her.

Wilson walked in and said something about the ice machine being too loud when he caught her in the bathroom out of the corner of his eye. He turned and saw her just before she lost her strength and was about to pass out. He ran to her just in time and caught her. He put his arm around her waist, letting her head fall onto his shoulder as she moaned and he led her to the bed and sat her down.

"Debra, talk to me," Wilson pleaded as he knelt down in front of her and looked at her face. Her face was paler than it was before they left the restaurant and her eyes looked as if they were having difficulty focusing. He put his middle finger on the vein in her neck and seemed relieved, as it wasn't beating too fast and knew there was probably nothing to worry about.

"Deb, can you change…on your own?" he asked, noticing three buttons of her dress were undone.

"Yea…'m ffffine," she mumbled disoriented, as she reached for the other buttons on her dress and undid them.

Wilson was a little shy but knew he couldn't leave her the way she was. "Debra, I'm going to go get your nightshirt then go to the window and let me know when you're done, okay?"

She didn't say anything but nodded her head. He got her shirt and laid it next to her then went to stand at the window. With the darkness outside and the glare of the rain, he could see her reflection, which was perfect for him because he could still keep an eye on her. He watched her carefully for any alarming symptoms as she pulled the dress over her shoulders and let it fall behind her. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, throwing it to the floor. She grabbed the nightshirt and slid it over her head.

"Done," she said, her voice soft and weak.

Wilson turned, put some ice in a cup, poured some water then went to her, sitting beside her on the bed and handed her the cup. She nodded her head in a 'thanks' and took it, drinking almost half of it down.

"I…I want to go to bed," she told him groggily, handing him the cup.

"Fine, you do need sleep. And you are not getting out of bed tomorrow," he insisted as he stood and helped her stand.

He took her dress and put it over the chair by the bed then pulled the covers down and she sat down again, twisted her body and lay down, her eyes hit the pillow and she closed her eyes.

God, she is so pretty Wilson thought to himself. He really liked Debra, and had grown somewhat infatuated with her. He loved being there for her and knew she'd be there for him if he ever needed her to be. He loved the way she laughed at every tough predicament yet met it head on. He loved her strength and she was an incredibly affectionate and caring person.

There are two kinds of people in the world: givers and takers. Neither was really bad in itself, but taken to the extreme spelled disaster in any relationship, which resulted in either smothering the other or draining the essence out of the person. Wilson was a giver, and so was Debra, but then again, they seemed to know when to give and when to take when it was needed. They balanced each other out. And he liked it.

He was also really looking forward to finding an apartment to share; getting out of the hotel and living a somewhat normal life was definitely appealing. But something bugged him although he wasn't really sure why. It scared him a little, no, a lot. It wasn't so much the move but what House would think, or do. House had hit him once before, and he knew he'd do it again if it came to that. He'd just have to be straight with him and 'ask permission' to date his cousin.

But for now, he didn't need to know. He smiled at Debra, gently placed the covers over her, stood and changed into sweats, turned the lights off and got into bed, over the sheets but under the blanket. He placed his head in his right arm and started to think about how he was going to approach House.

Debra stirred in her sleep, stretched and rolled on her side. Her arm crossed his waist and her head found his chest, settling in comfortably and fell back to sleep. He smiled down at her, and couldn't resist. He took his arm and placed it over her head, his hand touching her shoulder and rubbed it with his thumb. She stirred again, moaned softly, and put her right leg over his. They were separated by blankets between them, but even through that they'd still managed to become closer.

And it touched Wilson's heart. He'd fallen, hook, line and sinker, for Debra.

HOUSE MD HOUSE MD HOUSE MD

House groaned loudly, smashed his face with his hand like a little kid and sat up in bed a deep, long yawn. His head was pounding and he needed some aspirin, with a hit of two Vicodin. He got up, went to the bathroom…hey, this isn't my bathroom… looked in the mirror and was disgusted at how 'clean' he looked and wondered why.

Then it all came back to him in a flood of visions: …dinner, Italian, I think; Wilson, Debra, someone else; laughing, I was laughing? Room was dark – no, I wore sunglasses, but why? Oh, yeah, fight with Scotch. Asking Debra if she wanted to work for Cuddy in two weeks; rode bike with someone on back… An evil, wickedly charming grin splashed across his face when he remembered who it was. He looked down at something on the floor and they were his pants, with a female's outfit on top.

Cool! I got lucky last night, gotta go harass her!

He walked back into the bedroom and noticed the lump under the covers that wasn't supposed to be there, but then again, it was a lump that wasn't his bed. It moved then became still again, exposing a shoulder. He sighed, shook his head and walked to the bed, reached out and shook her shoulder with his cane.

"Hey!" House yelled then regretted it when his head screamed in protest. "Get up!"

The woman moaned, yawned and pulled the covers down to her waist and stretched. She suddenly realized she was naked and pulled them up quickly to her neck. "Oh, mornin', House."

"Cameron?! What the hell are you doing in my bed?!" he asked playfully.

She frowned at him and said, "This is my bed, House." She sat up but kept the blanket up to her chest.

"I, uh, yeah, sure," he said, rubbing his forehead with his eyes closed. He remembered, all right. It was a night they'd never forget. "Go take a shower," he finally told her as he turned to leave.

"Uh, wouldn't you rather join me?" she asked hopefully.

"Nope," he said as he walked out. A smile crossed his lips as soon as he was alone in the living room.

Cameron was fuming! How could he just … oh, but she remembered who she slept with and laughed, shook her head and headed for the bathroom.

But House had other plans for her that morning.