Allison padded silently out into James kitchen, the chill of the morning air causing her to shiver. She'd awoken ten or so minutes before, not knowing where she was. She'd slept in the spare room, not sharing James' bed last night. She could have, she knew that. But after they'd come in from dinner, they'd curled up on a couch, watching a movie together, chatting throughout, getting to know each other better. And while they'd kissed, it had ended at that. Neither had pursued going further than that, both were feeling very comfortable with one another though.

Allison had actually been pleasantly surprised he'd refrained from putting the full moves on her this time. She found herself wanting this relationship to work, to not be based merely on physical attraction and sexual compatibility. She liked taking this somewhat slower. She shook off these thoughts as she searched for a bowl, getting out some cereal from the cupboard and making herself some breakfast. After she'd put in the milk, she hoisted herself up onto his counter, slowly eating her cereal, surveying her surroundings. He really had picked out a nice condo. Although her room had been plainly decorated, it was still a nice room. He'd told her that it had been House's room when he'd been living here and the thought made her laugh. She'd finally made her way into a bed House had slept in. Too bad she wanted nothing to do with him in that way anymore.

Noise from down the hall alerted her to the fact that Wilson was awake. It didn't take long for him to appear, hair tousled, his face still sleepy. She smiled at him, liking the way he looked. He came into the kitchen, shaking off the tiredness, returning her smile.

"Did you sleep okay?" he asked her, coming nearer to her.

"Pretty good. It's a nice room." She took a bite of her cereal.

"That's good to hear."

James moved closer to her, thinking she looked beautiful sitting there, in a tank top and pajama pants, hair messy, bowl in hand. He took the bowl away from her, setting it on the counter, positioning himself between her legs. She smiled at him, angling her head. Her pulse started to race and he reached in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. His hands started to play with the hem of her tank top, before he slipped his hands underneath. His cool hands touching her warm skin caused her to start, goosebumps appearing on her flesh. He traced his way upward on her back, causing her to arch in to him. It was quite a good morning kiss and it was fast leading to something else. She found that she didn't mind at all.

Allison giggled when he suddenly slid her towards him, hiking her weight around his waist, securing his hands on her bottom and headed down the hall to his bedroom. She kept her arms tight around him, her legs likewise around his waist. She wasn't objecting. The sex with James was good, after all. She knew it was bound to happen again. She giggled again when they collapsed upon the bed, James kissing her deeply. She felt his weight upon her and adjusted herself to support him.

All of this was interrupted by a sudden pounding on Wilson's door and House shouting.

"Wilson, I know your in there! Do you have your latest hooker with you? Pay her and let's get going! We have a monster truck show to go to today!" This was accompanied by pounding on the door again, this time with what they assumed was his cane.

The two lovers broke off their kiss, leaning their foreheads together, neither really wanting to quit what they'd started, but having no choice in the matter.

"Maybe if we're really quiet, he'll go away." Allison whispered.

"I wish. You do know this is House we're talking about here. You know he doesn't give up."

"It's been awhile. Maybe I was hoping he'd change." Allison kept her arms draped around Wilson's neck, not wanting to let go.

The knocking with the cane resumed again, and Wilson reluctantly let go of Allison. He didn't need trouble with his neighbors, he was quite happy living here. If House kept this up, Wilson thought he'd never be looked at normally by the neighbors again. Allison groaned in frustration. She'd wanted James. Badly. Instead she felt frustrated and angry with House. James kissed her shoulder.

"Later, I promise. I'm so sorry. You know how House is."

"I know, I know. It doesn't change the fact that this could have been a pleasant morning. Still, you better let him in. I'd hate for you to get in trouble with your neighbors."

James smiled. He was surprised that she realized that was something he was worried about. They got out of bed, stopping by Allison's room so she could grab a robe. She put it on, returning to the kitchen they'd just left. She hoisted herself up on the counter again, resuming her breakfast. Wilson went to the door, unlocking it and finally letting his friend in to the apartment.

"About time, Wilson. What could possibly have kept you from answering the door? I didn't disturb anything, did I?" House said with a smirk, looking at Allison sitting on the counter.

Wilson didn't know what to say. He didn't want to embarrass Allison or give House the satisfaction of knowing that he had indeed interrupted something.

"Of course you didn't interrupt anything, House. I was just having breakfast and Wilson was just wondering what to have. Care to join us?" Allison played things very well. She hadn't seen House since the day she'd first left Princeton, telling him that she thought he'd ruined Chase. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had interrupted them.

This threw House off. He'd wanted to cause trouble, to have the two of them frustrated. Looking at Wilson, he couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not. For once, Wilson wasn't the open book he normally was.

"I'd love to join you for breakfast, Cameron. Are you going to make it?" House's tone was sarcastic, causing Allison to respond in kind.

She slipped off the counter, opened the cupboard and got out a bowl. Pulling a box of cereal out, followed by the milk, she set it down. "There you go. I don't do requests. Hope you like Rice Krispies."

"Ooh, still have your backbone, do you? How have you been, Cameron?"

"I've been fine. Busy, but fine." Allison kept it short.

"Trying to work your way back into Princeton by sleeping with Wilson? How's that working out for you?"

Wilson sighed, watching the two of them spar at one another. These things never worked out well, but Allison seemed to be able to handle herself. She'd dealt with House and knew what it was like.

"If I'd been sleeping with Wilson before I'd left here, I might never have gone." Allison snapped back.

"What does that say about you and your ex-husband? That he wasn't enough to make you stay, but that sex with Wilson would have? Don't you think if anyone is ruined by me that it would be him? After all, he's my best friend."

"Actually, no, I don't think he's ruined. I think Wilson is immune to you." Allison refused to back down. "He's not as easily influenced as Chase was. Chase changed so much working for you."

House snorted. "Still blaming me for that, I see. You always were idealistic, Cameron. Always trying to see the good in people. Just wait til he breaks your heart. You know he will. And still you slept with him. Were you really that easy that Wilson could seduce you?"

"What makes you think that he seduced me? Maybe I seduced him. And what business is it of yours anyway? Who either of us sleeps with is none of your business." House grated on her nerves sometimes, but she refused to allow him to get the best of her.

"They don't call him the panty peeler for nothing. I just always thought you were above all that. Immune to his charms. Just another notch on his bedpost, I guess though. He always did want to add you to his list of conquests."

Allison sighed. She didn't want to do this anymore. She didn't want to be baited anymore. She walked over to Wilson and kissed him fully on the lips, not caring that House was watching.

"I'm going to go shower. Have fun at your monster truck show." With that, she walked away without a backward glance.

"Why did you do that? Are you trying to ruin things between Allison and me? I asked you not to do this." Wilson's anger was showing through. He was more upset than Allison was.

"What? You know you always wanted to put the moves on her. She should know what she's getting into with you."

"I want to make this work with her."

"You're always wanting to make things work with a woman. Just because she's the first woman you've slept with since Sam doesn't mean you have to leap into a new forever after relationship with her. You fall in love or lust way too easy."

"It's different this time. I don't want this screwed up before we have a fair chance. Quit trying to ruin things." Wilson said angrily.

"You know me, Wilson. Not going to happen."

"House, maybe you should go to the truck show yourself. I don't think I'd make very good company right now." Wilson was really upset.

This stopped House. Wilson rarely missed one of these monster truck rallies and never over a woman. Uncertainty rippled through him. Maybe there was more to this new relationship after all.

"Wait, wait. You know I'm joking. I'll let up on her. It's too late to cancel, you have to come with me. You promised."

"You promised you'd not give her such a hard time. You broke your promise first."

House was caught up in a trap of his own making. He didn't care for it.

"If I apologize to her, will you still come?" He hated having to do something like this, but he wanted Wilson with him. Wilson was his friend, all he really had since Cuddy and him had broken up.

"If you apologize, try and mean it. Allison won't fall for your fake apologies."

"Fine. You've twisted my arm. Maybe you should go interrupt her shower and get her out here for me to apologize."

"I think I'll let her be. Do you want breakfast?" Wilson moved towards his kitchen, setting about preparing his own.

"You know how I like my pancakes." House followed Wilson, settling in at the table. Silence fell over the pair as Wilson worked away. A temporary truce had been called in the hostilities as both men awaited Allison's return.