Disclaimer: House MD is not mine. I know I left you on a cliff hanger, and I have once again. Here comes an awesome twist. I hope you like it. I don't even know where it came from, but it seemed good. Don't worry, it will focus more on House/Cameron in the next couple of chapters. Enjoy and Review!

"Pick up your fucking phone!" Wilson yelled into the receiver part of his cell phone. He was frustrated, and needed someone to talk to.

After a few more rings, the other person picked up. "Hello?" The man's voice sounded tired.

"Chase? Are you busy?"

"No, why? Did you want to grab a drink?" Chase sat up on his couch, glancing at the time. It wasn't often that Wilson called him, but when he did, it meant he needed to let out some steam.

"Yea. Charlie's in 15 minutes?" His voice was filled with relief, and he slid his key into the lock, slipping into his car.

Chase got up, and went into his room, grabbing a change of clothes. "Yep, sounds good. See you then" He flipped his phone closed, grabbed a quick shower, before getting dressed and leaving.

Wilson drove relatively fast to the bar, pulling into his normal parking spot. He walked in, sitting at the bar. He ordered his usual; a beer, and a shot of tequila. He downed the shot, and chased it with the beer, before Chase walked in, sitting beside him.

"House problems?" Chase asked, with a small smile on his face, knowing what the answer was already. "How are you enjoying living with Cameron?" He ordered just a beer, and took a big swig, thinking briefly about Cameron.

"Its just amazing. Just fucking amazing." Another shot was ordered and he downed it without blinking.

Chase looked over his friend, wishing he could read his mind. "Explain."

Wilson sighed, looking up from his beer. "I'm happy that they are happy together. But…everything has changed. When House was with Stacey, even during their good times, we were still close. There were times when it was just me and him, no one else in the world. Hell, he was there for me during all the failures that I called marriages."

"Are you in love with House or something?"

"No! God no. I mean I love him, but not in that way. He is my best friend, we've been through it all together. I just…I feel like Cameron is the one who is going to unravel it. I don't know…" He took another swig, looking at the bar.

"I understand. I wish there was something I could do." Chase patted his shoulder, sighing. "I wish I didn't have feelings for Cameron, or for any of the people that I have fallen for. Nothing is going to happen from any of my flittering thoughts. It sucks."

He glanced at Wilson, smiling inside. There was a boyish cute quality about Wilson, that all the nurses had talked about, but Chase had never noticed. And he took good care of his hair, it looked quite soft. He froze, realizing what he was going. Shit…I'm checking out Wilson. I really am pathetic he thought to himself.

Wilson looked at Chase, forcing a smile. "I wish there was something I could do to help." He looked over Chase's face, how his hair hung slightly in front of his eyes. So badly, he wanted to brush it away.

They finished watching the show, and House switched off the television. Silence filled the room, both unsure of what to say. Cameron sat up, running her fingers through her brown locks.

"I think I'm going to get some ice cream. You want anything?"

"An explanation?" House quipped, glancing at her. "Sorry, no I'm fine."

Cameron sighed. "You're worried about him, aren't you?"

House stood up and hobbled over to his piano, lightly dragging his fingers over the keys. "I just don't know what happened is all. James doesn't act like that, not with me."

"Maybe its me." Cameron wandered into the kitchen, taking out the ice cream.

He watched her leave the room, thinking about what she said. But why would Wilson have a problem with Cameron? Unless there were hidden feelings for him…or her. He shook his head, letting his fingers play on the keys.

She came back into the room, with her food. She sat back down on the couch, still thinking about Wilson, and why he stormed out.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you guys, if you were having alone time."

"We weren't. We were just watching the show. I don't know what's wrong with him. But I'm staying up to find out."

The more they drank, the closer the got to each other. Chase would casually brush his hand on Wilson's thigh, while laughing so it seemed nonchalant.

Wilson just smiled at him, the alcohol making his head fuzzy. "Chase…Robert, did you want to come home and get some coffee, I don't think I should go to sleep like this?"

"James…I don't really wanna see House when I am drunk, I am in too good of a mood. Plus, him and Cameron are…hic…probably fucking or something. My apartment is closer, and there is no one there." Chase smiled. Wilson shrugged and nodded, both paying their tabs and stumbling out of the bar. Chase's apartment was about a 5 minute walk, so Wilson left his car in the parking lot. Once they reached the door, Chase fumbled with his key, both drunk and a little nervous.

They both managed to get inside and Wilson tripped and fell onto the couch, managing to pull Chase with him. Both men laughed, drunk as hell. Wilson's laughter began to fade as he felt a stirring below his belt. Chase assumed he uncomfortable with it, so he got off him. He stumbled into the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker, before coming back to sit down beside Wilson.

"Should only be a couple of minutes."

"I like your accent." Wilson giggled softly, resting his head on Chase's shoulder. "Its sexy."

Chase tried to stop the heat that spread across his face. "Thanks. Even if you are drunk." He laughed softly, at nothing. "Then again, I may be a little drunk myself."

Wilson laughed, along with Chase. They laughed about nothing, and it felt good. Chase stopped when he heard a ringer going off. "I think that's your phone, Jim-bo haha" Wilson rolled off the couch, moving so he could get into his jacket pocket.

"Hello, This is Doctor Wilson." He did the best serious voice he could muster at this state of intoxication, which caused Chase to go into a fit of giggles.

"Wilson, what the hell is wrong with your voice? Look, it's about 12:30am, I'm tired. When are you coming home? We need to talk about earlier." House's voice was coated with exhaustion.

Wilson covered what he thought was the receiver. "Its House. He sounds mad. I think I'm in trouble." Both Wilson and Chase giggled. Wilson cleared his throat and un covered what was actually the ear piece.

"Hey House. How are you tonight? I'm quite good. I know what time it is, I do have a watch. We just left the bar. I don't know…when I'm coming home. Why?" Wilson let his voice go, and House could clearly tell that his old friend was drunk as hell.

"What the hell was going on earlier? You stormed out, for no good reason."

"I stormed out, as you saaaid, because I feel like Cameron is taking my fucking place. You and I aren't close anymore. And I needed to get some…air. So I went out. Fucking sue me." Wilson was allowing his emotions to run rapid, anger was the first to appear.

House sighed on the other end, Wilson knew he was rubbing his eyes out of frustration.

"Jimmy, you are drunk. And who are you with? Look, we are still close, it just an adjustment with Cameron here, ok?" House glanced around, making sure he was alone. They had gone to bed an hour ago, but House couldn't sleep. Cameron, so he thought, was still fast asleep. "She isn't taking your place, stop acting like this. Come home, so I can fucking sleep."

Wilson scoffed at the phone. "Fuck you House. I am well taken care of. You and your little girl friend can go fuck for hours for all I care. I have a better friend, who is much sexier than you. See you in the tomorrow. Bye bye." He snapped the phone shut, cutting off House before he could protest.

"Fuck." House hung up the phone, rubbing his eyes once again.

"I knew it was me. Maybe…me moving in was a mistake." Cameron came up behind House, slipping her arms around his shoulders.

House looked back, kissing her softly. "No, it wasn't a mistake. He will just had to learn to deal with it. What are you doing up?"

Cameron smiled. "Couldn't sleep, too much energy all of a sudden.

"Lets go burn it off then." House smiled smugly, leading the way back to the bedroom.

"God he is such an ass." Wilson shuffled back onto the couch. Chase came back into the room, with two steaming cups of coffee.

"Drink this, we can deal with it when we both can think better." Chase took a small sip, before placing it on the table.

Wilson followed suit, then turned to face Chase. "Do you think I'm attractive, Robert?"

Chase nodded. "Of course. You are quite a cutie. Why do you ask?"

"The way you look at me, I feel like I should be paying me…paying you…you paying me…I dunno but I feel violated." Wilson snickered. He reached down for the cup again, eyes not leaving Chase. It was pure lucky that he managed it.

"I don't know what you are talking about. If anything, you are the one who has been…eye fucking all night." Chase looked at him, joking and accusingly. He smiled that heart melting smile, and Wilson had to look away. He sipped his coffee, setting it back on the table. Chase watched his every move.

Wilson sat back up, looking back at Chase, who had a smudge on his cheek from who knows what. He reached over to brush it off, feeling the warmth of Chase's cheek. With a few strokes, the stain was gone, but Wilson lingered for an extra moment or two, before pulling away. Chase watched him move his hand back, saddened by the loss of contact.

"Chase…uh…we are both really drunk. I dunno if I…I'm not sure." Wilson looked into his eyes.

"Me neither. I don't know what's going on, but what I do know…" He moved closer to Wilson, taking his hand in his. "Is that when you touched me, it was electricity. I don't want that to go away." He brought his hand up to his lips, lightly kissing his knuckles.

Wilson pulled his hand away from Chase, and instead of leaving, he leaned over and placed his lips on the Australian's, taking in his scent.

I hope that you enjoyed this. I promise at least 1 more chapter tomorrow!