Disclaimed.

I have to say I was disappointed in the lack of reviews for the last chapter. But oh well. As long as those who didn't review didn't do so because they didn't like the chapter then I'm ok. I wrote this chapter while eating one of my favorite snacks, corn chips dipped in vanilla ice cream. Hopefully it helps inspire some good story writing! Anyways, here we go!

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Wilson stood in the shower with his eyes closed and back to the spray, letting the pulsating stream of hot water massaged the ache of the previous night from his muscles and bones. Rotating his shoulders and rolling his head in a circle he let out a guttural moan. Why hadn't House ever told him? He told House everything. Sure sometimes he didn't tell him until after he figured it out but House knew every single thing about him. It was a little scary to think of, but House knew Wilson better then Wilson knew himself. Of course, with a childhood like his, it's probably normal for a person to want to know every single angle and aspect of a person and all the buttons there are to push before they can even being to think about trusting them. Wonder how Stacy got through all of that. Wilson never liked Stacy. He didn't think she fit with House. And they were always arguing. He was surprised they lasted as long as they did. Wilson suspected the pair was just as surprised as he was. With a smile, he thought about House and Cameron. He understood why House liked Cameron so much. She began working for House as almost a younger version of Blythe House. Overly caring but quiet and reserved. And now, thanks to his friend, she was the virtual antithesis of the woman. Sure she was still caring, but in the past few years it seemed she had found her voice. Something Wilson knew House found extremely attractive. With a sigh, Wilson turned off the water and stepped out from behind his protective curtain onto the chill of the bathroom floor. Wiping off the mirror he turned on his blow dryer.

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House smirked to himself as he heard the blow dryer in the bathroom. Cameron lifted her head.

"Who's that?"

"Wilson." House answered with a chuckle. Cameron giggled disbelievingly before stepping out of House's warm bed. Pouting he stretched his arms out where her side of the mattress was still warm.

"Where ya going?" He asked, pretending he didn't care half as much as he did. What is this girl doing to me? Smiling she crawled back onto the bed and lay across his chest. Giving him a reassuring peck she began to speak.

"I'm going to go make breakfast. And then I'm going to bring it back to you so you can enjoy breakfast in bed. And then I'm going to take a shower and probably run home and get dressed so that you can have your clothes back." House frowned.

"Why? I happen to think you look pretty ok in my t-shirt. Not quite as good as I do but, then again, who does?" Letting loose a very ladylike version of a snort, Cameron gave him another peck before hopping, yes hopping, off the bed and heading for the kitchen to make her world famous waffles extraodinaire for her wounded boyfriend waiting impatiently for her return in the bedroom. Not boyfriend...he doesn't like boyfriend. Good thing I'm not too big on it myself.

House's pout turned into a grin as he watched his trial...girl...person...thing...whatever she was slink out of the bedroom. The natural sway of her hips was a very gratifying sight to a man like himself. A few moments later she poked her head back in.

"I'm stealing your wallet and going to the store on the corner real fast because all you have in your kitchen is mold and then I'm going to make you an amazing breakfast. Be back in a few!" With that she ducked back out and pulled on her shoes and headed out the door.

Wilson emerged from the bathroom in a puff of steam clothed and ready for the day. Cuddy had given him a few days off to help House. Thinking over the events of last night he wondered if he should call Cuddy and tell her there was no real need to call him back early since House and Cameron seemed to have finally figured things out. And it only took four years, 2 disastrous dates and a broken leg by an insane father to bring them together. Chuckling, he headed to House's room. He walked in on House sprawled out over the entire bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to his Ipod. Walking up and plucking out an ear bud he stepped out of reach to avoid House's backhand. This was a maneuver he had perfected over the years. Many bruised shins later he had it down pat now. House shut down his Ipod and turned to his friend.

"You know I hate when you do that." He stated in a clearly fake annoyed tone.

"You know that's why I do it." Wilson returned jovially. "Where's Cameron?"

"Either still at the store or she's in the kitchen making me breakfast in bed." House answered, the satisfied ghost of a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. Wilson raised his eyebrows in approval.

"So...last night. You two seemed pretty comfy together." Wilson left the statement hanging, a clear indication for House to grab the hook and spill. He just laughed.

"No details for you. If I wanted the entire hospital to know anything and everything about my personal life in a matter of minutes I'd send a mass email. I guess I'd have to get at least SOME of their email addresses first though...anyway. You can tell Cuddy that you two can stop trying to put me and Cameron together by the way. You're evil little plan sort of worked. In a way."

"Plan? We had no plan! It just...happened. You two did it all on your own. Swear it." Wilson proclaimed innocently with wide eyes and as he childishly crossed his heart. "And what do you mean 'in a way' anyways?" House merely laughed out loud at that.

"Uh uh uh! No details Jimmy Boy!" Wilson was still pouting and House was still laughing as Cameron entered the room carrying a heavy tray with waffles and fruit and juice and everything to go with it. The smell had both men's mouths watering. Setting the tray on the bed she left and returned with plates and silverware for three and smiled.

"Dig in."

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"Thanks again Cameron." Wilson said as he washed the dishes.

"Oh no problem Wilson. It's not like it was anything hard." She said with a smile as she took a plate and put it away.

"No you don't understand. Your waffles were so good it'll stave off his cravings for my macadamia pancakes for at least a month." She chuckled as House wheeled himself in.

"Why James, you underestimate my ability to consume mass amounts of breakfast foods! I'm hurt. Make it up to my stomach and me tomorrow morning." He smiled and sighed appreciatively as he stared as Cameron's rather perfect ass as she stretched to put a dish on a high shelf. Turning around she huffed.

"Enjoying the show?"

"Hey you can't get mad at me for it now, so why not?" Wilson's eyes grew wide and Cameron wrinkled her nose before grinning and turning to put away the rest of the dishes.

"Whatever you say House."

"I wouldn't put it like that if I were you." Wilson warned. The three laughed for a moment until they were interrupted by the phone. Looking at the caller I.D. House dropped his smile.

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Muahahahahaha!!!!! Evil cliffy I know, but hey, I've been called the Queen of Tease and I might as well live up to my name. There are about 3 different ways I'm thinking of taking this lovely telephone call. I have yet to decide. But I'll give you a hint. The first way is drama free. The second has drama. And holy drama batman! The third has drama topped in drama with a bit of drama on the side. Who knows which way I'll go? Hell, I don't even know yet. Guess you'll have to wait and tune in next time! ..Smile..

PS I have started compiling the song list for my serious version of House MD Piano Man. So keep a lookout!