Author's Note: Movie references: The Thumb Series. A series of short movie spoofs where all actors are, literally, thumbs.

Cameron and Wilson had settled on watching a few funny movies, and staying in his apartment that day. She'd called Cuddy, who had been worried all night, and was now free to relax with the man who'd become her friend. First, they'd laughed through SpaceBalls, followed by Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and finished out the day with The Thumb Movies: ThumbTanic, Thumb Wars, FrankenThumb, The Bat Thumb, The Blair Thumb, and The God Thumb. It felt good to laugh.

Wilson looked over at her as she put the last DVD back in its case. He took her hand and squeezed it gently.

"Allison," he said softly. "Thank you. It feels good to laugh."

"I know," she whispered. Cameron rested her head on his shoulder and close her eyes. "When you close your eyes, am I her?"

"Some times," he answered. "Am I him?"

"Some times."

"But," he said, tilting her head up to look at him. "You're not her. You're Allison; my co-worker, my friend, my..."

"Substitute?" she asked, sadly.

"No. You are the someone who really gets me, and what I'm dealing with. You're my kindred spirit."

"I can live with that," Cameron said, resting her head back on his shoulder.

"Allison?"

"Hm?"

"How long did you wait before dating?" Cameron sat back and eyed him. "My mother is hounding me to move on, I'm not ready, and I don't know how long I should even wait."

"I waited 4 years after he died before I went on a single date, and it was an Epic failure."

"House?"

"I amost swore off dating completely."

"Chase change your mind?" Cameron laughed and shook her head. "What changed your mind?"

"You did." Wilson cocked his head to the side. "I mean, you had bad marriages, and bad dating, but you were still a nice guy. I hadn't seen 'nice' in a long time. Chase wasn't 'nice.' He was sweet, he was...incredible in bed. He wasn't nice. He didn't open doors for me, or let me cry in his office after a bad day. You did. You were always a gentleman."

"Four years..." he said, thinking. "So, in 2012, would you like to have dinner?"

"We'll see."

"So, why are you working for Him again?" he asked.

"For some reason, he actually behaves better when I'm there. He thinks I'm in-love with him, and he doesn't want to break my fragile little heart."

"You could take him." Allison laughed.

"Do you hate him?"

"God, I want to." Wilson looked away for a moment. "But I know, deep down, he did everything he could to save her. He'd do the same for you, me, and anyone...except maybe Chase."

"There's a good reason he hates Chase."

"Vogler?"

"No, actually. Do you remember my AIDS scare? With Calvin?" Wilson nodded. "I did something really dumb; I got-"

"High as a kite." Her eyes widened. "You called me first, but hung up when you realized I wasn't House." Cameron blushed. "Go on."

"I ended up with Chase that night." Wilson nodded, and sucked in a breath quickly. "House wanted him hung for doing me while I was high. House had been over first, and left me there after saying I didn't know what I wanted. I don't remember that, but believe me, he does. Chase took advantage of me in House's mind. He's an ass, but there are lines even he won't cross." He was about to comment when a knock interrupted them.

"Hold that thought," he said as he bounced over the couch and opened the door. He stared at House for a second before shutting the door in his face. A cane popped through in time to keep the door open. "Get out of here, House-" he started, voice filled with loathing.

"Wait." House grabbed someone and shoved him in front of Wilson. "Found you a friend."

"Hey, Jimmy." Wilson stared for a solid minute, jaw hanging.

"Jeff?"

"In the flesh."

Cameron and House watched the two men hug and listened as they chatted aimlessly about everything under the sun except two main subjects; Homeless and Amber. House was happy just to be in the room with Wilson again. He'd done this for selfish reasons, Cameron reminded herself. But it didn't matter. Wilson had his brother back and he was happy.

"Why?" Cameron ased when Wilson Squared headed to get beer from the fridge.

"He needed his brother."

"You probably saved them both."

"Good."

"Why?" she asked innocently.

"Maybe...maybe because I am tired of paying for my own lunch?"

"So you spent the money to hire Simon, and it was so Wilson could buy your lunch?"

"He also offered me ten grand." Jeff was standing in the door. "I thought you'd toss me out on sight, and he said he'd give me 10,000 bucks if you did. I could use the money. So I get a road trip out of it, and either ten thousand bucks or I get a brother. It was a win-win."

"So where are you staying?" Jeff looked from House to James.

"He's got a couch at Casa De La Casa," House said.

"Jeff, are you still homeless?"

"Not really. I live to work, brother."

"He lives at work, Wonder Boy." James looked from Jeff to House and back. He understood.

"I have aguest room, and we can catch up. Hell, you can stay as long as long as you like." Wilson smiled from House to his brother. Cameron looked into her drink. "Allison's staying here for the night." House's eyes shot up. "Relax, we're not together."

"We're just not ready to be alone."

"So be alone together?"

"Something like that."

"Well, I'm going to catch a cab-"

"House," Wilson said, catching his friend by the arm. Before House could say anything, Wilson pulled him into a hug.

"I still hate you for Amber. But thank you...for Jeff."

"I still hate me for Amber, too."

The next day, House knew a storm was headed his way with the clicking of heals coming fast behind him. Damn, but he couldn't out run her. Thankfully, he had a Plan B, where she wouldn't even get a chance to get on his bad side that morning.

"Five Days, House! You were supposed to be gone four. House, you so owe me clinic-" Cuddy started. She stopped when Wilson walked up to the two of them.

"Morning, House," Wilson said, as if things were closer to normal. There was no sign of hatred or even sarcasm from Wilson.

"Are you still up for tonight? Gravedigger is pleading for us, Cameron is picking up Chinese..."

"Far be it from me to disappoint Grace Digger...Or Cameron, for that matter."

"Room mate like Chinese?" Wilson nodded and headed for the elevator. "Hold it for me!" House called after him. Wilson gestured his hand over his shoulder, indicating he would hold the elevator and continued on. Cuddy snapped out of staring at the two of them, closed her dropped jaw. and looked House in the eyes.

"Okay, what the hell did you do?" She stared him down. "House..." House thought very carefully about his next words.

"Just found something he'd lost." With that, House smirked and followed Wilson onto the elevator, leaving Cuddy standing in the lobby, confused to all hell.

But, she was okay with that.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! I'm going to, hopefully, write more in the weeks to come :-)