"Why do you lie when you know you are so bad at it," House was asking Wilson over lunch.

"Plausible deniably."

"So's your face."

I spoke up. "That doesn't make sense."

House rolled his eyes. "Duh! So's your face always makes sense."

"Thank you, Dr. Dorian."

He scoffed. "I was saying that long before that show thought they thought of it."

I ignored him. "Wilson, you are a bad liar."

"Not to people who don't know me."

"You have such obvious tells," House told him.

"Like what?"

House stole a fry from his plate. "If I tell you, you might make a conscious effort to stop doing it. Then I won't be able to tell if you're lying."

"And this is important because..."

"Because he is House," I answered for him, "and he doesn't need a reason."

"Exactly." He took a bite of his burger then talked with his mouth full. "So, what were you doing on my floor, Cameron?"

I poked at my salad. "Last I checked the oncology department was on your floor too."

He looked sharply at me. "You have a reason to talk to oncology?"

Wilson raised his hand. "Uh, hello. We're friends, you know."

"I gave a patient to James and he was diagnosing him. I just happened to be checking on him."

House gave me a snide look. "Ever the bleeding heart, Cam."

"You know me. Bleeding hearts are us." I was interrupted but the sound of my beeper. "Got to go. Thanks for lunch."

A motorcycle accident involving a twenty year old on gravel road.

As I prepped him for the inevitable surgery I looked down at his leg and could see where the gravel ate right into the bone. I wondered vaguely if he would lose that leg. Stripping my gloves I descended to the waiting room to give the boy's parents a bit of hope. After dealing with them I headed into the break room to get some much needed caffeine. Chase followed me in there.

"Hungry, Allie? I can run get us something to eat."

I gave him a tired smile. "I'm sorry but I ate already."

"With who?" he asked, curiously.

"House and Wilson."

He quietly handed me enough change for a coke. "Are you still mad at me?"

"No, Robbie. Just tired of the day."

"Come over tonight?"

There was no real reason why I shouldn't so I gave him a nicer smile. "Sure. We can rent a movie."