Disclaimed.

Sorry for the delay but I've been kind of busy. Anyways...here you go! And don't forget to review.

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Cameron's eyes fluttered a bit as she woke up. House was flipping through the television channels and not even looking her way.

"You snore."

"I do not." Cameron sat up with a slightly offended look on her face. Wiping her eyes and running a hand through her hair, she stretched. House stared stoically ahead.

"How would you know, you were asleep. It's eleven o'clock by the way. Just after actually. Wilson's in the bathroom. I told him since the couch was taken he would have to sleep in the bath tub." House paused on a Girls Gone Wild commercial. Cameron rolled her eyes. They both pretended that wasn't why he suddenly changed to the all music channel.

"Well...since Wilson has already gone to sleep I can just go ahead and drive myself home." She stood and started to gather her things just as Wilson walked out of the bathroom.

"Oh Cameron. You're awake. Listen, my car is still acting up. I had to get a cab just to get home. And the rain is really coming down. Since it's already dark, maybe it would be safer if you just stayed the night. I'm sure House has a tee shirt you can borrow or something." Wilson headed to the kitchen, calling out over his shoulder. "Anyone want a drink?" House's eyes narrowed.

"I would...but I don't have anything I need, and there's really no where to sleep. I can just go on home and save you two the trouble." She slipped her shoes onto her dainty feet.

"Don't be silly." Wilson came back into the living room holding three bottles of beer. "It's no trouble at all. You take the couch and I'll take the floor. Besides I'll worry if you leave, and House...well he isn't much of a companion. It'll be nice to have a new face." He handed her a beer with a smile. "Besides you two don't have work tomorrow. What's the harm?" Taking the beer, Cameron looked at House. He looked at her and shrugged his shoulders before turning back to the t.v. Inside his heart was racing and his stomach was turning somersaults. ...Cameron? Stay the night? In MY house? She mimicked his shoulder shrug and sat back down on the couch after taking a long swig of beer. Wilson got to his feet.

"I think I'll take a shower. It's been a long day." Cameron nodded as he headed to the bathroom.

Glancing at House, she saw him rubbing the same spot on his hand that she had previously been massaging. His eyes were glassy and glued to the screen, but it was clear that he was too lost in his own thoughts to think about whatever was on t.v. or pay attention to his friend. Something she was sure Wilson was used to by this point in their friendship.

"Are you hurting?" At the startled expression he pulled on her, she motioned to his hand.

"Always...doesn't work anyway." House dropped his hands into his lap. A slight wince glanced across his face. Something Cameron wouldn't just ignore.

"Maybe you should go on to sleep...it's late anyway. Come on I'll help you to your room." Shaking his head House's said no.

"I'll wait for Wilson to get out. He can...help me." Cameron just nodded and sat back. She yawned as House began to once again flip through the channels. Cameron's eyes began to get heavy as if she had weights attached to her lids. She had just about dozed off when the bathroom door opened and Wilson emerged in his sleep clothes.

"You can shower too if you want Cameron. I'm just gonna help House to bed. I'll find something that you can wear." Taking that as her cue to give the two some privacy and make House feel a little less uncomfortable, she merely nodded and headed to the bathroom.

Cameron turned on the shower and undressed, leaving her clothes folded neatly on the toilet lid, as she waited for the water to heat up a bit. She picked up a brush that had to have been Wilson's on the counter and ran it through her hair. Looking at the brush as she replaced it on the counter, she smirked. Kinda girly for a guy. She quickly slipped into the shower when a knock sounded on the door.

"Just me!" She heard Wilson call out. "Your stuff is just outside the door here when you are ready for it!" He had to shout to be heard through the door and above the water. Cameron called out her thanks and began washing her hair. This can not be real...

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Carefully opening the bathroom door a crack, she bent and picked up a shirt and some too big sleep pants from the floor. Closing the door, she quickly finished getting dressed and brushed her hair one more time. Heading out into the living room, she almost groaned when she saw Wilson asleep on the couch. Great...just freaking great. He HAS to make me stay and then go and fall asleep. What the hell do I do now? Hands on her hips in thought, Cameron stood there for a moment. As she bit her lip, she heard House clear his throat. Of course the heavily medicated one is the one that stays awake. She stood for a few moments more. With an annoyed sigh, she knocked quietly on House's door. Opening it a crack, she saw House laying there in the dark with his head raised and looking at the door. Groaning, he turned on a lamp. He's shirtless! Great! He's shirtless and on top of the covers...this is unfair...

"What?" House questioned her gruffly with and annoyed tone.

"Wilson fell asleep...is there...a sleeping bag or something somewhere I could use?" She bit her lip as he thought. He stared at her. That's Cameron. In My clothes. In My room. After bathing in My shower. God that shirt looks good on her...Collapsing onto the bed he moaned.

"I don't know...just...you can take that half of the bed. Then in the morning we can both introduce Wilson to his new boyfriend." He motioned towards his cane.

"Are...you sure?" She asked timidly. Please say yes...

"Yeah it's fine I guess. Just hurry up I'm tired." He turned out the lamp as she scurried over to the bed. Climbing in, she got as close to the edge as possible. I'm in House's bed...oh my god.

House stayed on his back, staring at the ceiling. Cameron's in My bed...and I'm in a fucking cast. If there is a God he sure as hell has a twisted sense of humor.

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Sorry it's short but it's late and my doctor's a moron.

I leave you with a quote from one of my favorite shows.

I don't think people are meant to be by themselves. That's why if you find someone you actually care about, it's important to let go of the little things. Even if you can't let go all the way. Because nothing sucks more than being alone. No matter how many people are around.

-Scrubs