It was late when Cameron finally found the strength to lift herself from the couch in the meeting room and go home. House and Foreman had already left. Neither of them were as affected as she was. On her way to the parking garage, however, she remembered that she had left her purse and keys in her locker that morning. That morning felt like it had happened weeks ago.

She opened her locker and found her purse, but lost her strength. She sat down on the bench in-between the lockers and wept. Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened.

Wilson came in, finally remembering what he had gone in there for that morning, but upon seeing Cameron, abruptly forgot it.

"Cameron," he said tentatively. He had heard the news about Chase and the patient.

"Oh, hi, Wilson," she sobbed, "I guess you've heard. They are launching an investigation against him... Chase, I mean."

Wilson sat down on the bench next to her. "Wilson," she sobbed, "if only I had done the
biopsy! That poor girl would still be alive..." She collapsed into his waiting arms.

"There is no way you could have known. What reason did anyone have to doubt Chase's abilities?"

"That poor girl," cried Cameron, "she will never be able to live... there are so many experiences she never had. Things that we all just take for granted. I should never have let this happen. I should have been there!"

Wilson gently caressed her hair and looked into her eyes. "This isn't your fault," he said,
"it's not your fault. Allison..." he kissed her gently.

She wanted so badly to protest, but she felt so weak. She just couldn't fight anymore.

"Allison," he repeated, grasping her shaking body, "you're hurting, and you need some medical attention. Luckily, Dr. Wilson is here to give you an examination." He thrust her against the lockers with a loud bang.

His hands proceeded to expertly unclasp her bra while hers fumbled to undo his belt buckle. "Wilson, this isn't right," she whispered.

"Cameron, don't you want to live?" he asked with fevered passion shaking his voice, "We can't keep taking what we have for granted... Either of us could have been on that operating table today, or tomorrow, or any day. We never know how long we have, and I don't want to die... wondering."

"I... I don't want that either," she said, shaking. She allowed herself to fall into him,
letting go. And as their bodies intertwined, she felt the pain and tension release, replaced with pure ecstasy.