even though he would never admit.
House was so deep in thought he didn't hear the door open and Wilson stepping into the apartmen. Wilson quickly noticed House sitting on the couch looking deep in thought and also noticed the sounds of an acoustic guitar. The song was expertly played, not a sound missed, but it was also a very depressing blues song. Wilson gave an inaudible sigh, and walked over to the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers, and walked over and stood in front of House. House just continued to look ahead and play not faltering in the sudden change of environmentin front of him.
Wilson sat down next to his friend, "You want a beer?"
House picked up Wilson's words but did not turn his head, "Thanks."
Wilson nearly spat out his beer, simple gratitude without sarcasm. "No problem," Wilson answered deciding not to browbeat his best friend over what just happened.
"You know there is a Monstor Truck Rally on T.V. right now?" Wilson said just to gauge House's reaction.
When House didn't respond Wilson decided it was finally time to face this head on, "How is she?"
House stubled a cord but recovered and looked over at his friend with a confused look. When Wilson didn't follow up with another invasive question House knew he was figured out, "How did you know." House finally sat his guitar down leaning against the couch.
"Oh I don't know," Wilson began in his own smug way when he deduced something "You go off on a mystery vacation, which you try to hide where to and the fact that you come back in a day. Normally you would have gloated about being away from the hospital for the week but you were almost as quiet before you left as you are now. That means that you going somewhere for a reason, a reason you don't want anyone to know about. And the most likely thing your secretive about is your feelings, and that usually involves a woman. Lastly seeing how you know only three women personally enough to give a damn, one of which you turned away... actually you turned the other one away too."
House closed his eyes and winced in annoyance. Wilson was becoming too good at figuring him out.
"Oh... and I looked at your plane ticket in your backpack when you were in the bathroom," Wilson said always finding it self-satisfying to show House snooping is not so fun when it happens to him. "Tropical paradises have never been your scene but blowing off the chance to blow the hospital expense account isn't like you."
"Are you done?" House said annoyed at how smug Wilson was with himself.
Wilson got serious. "Yeah... you want to talk about it?"
"I don't need to talk about," House said defensivly.
"Six days of brooding in the apartment seem to prove just that," Wilson digged, "at least you showered today."
House gave a groan, grabbed his cane and walked towards the window. Maybe if he moved Wilson would give up the fight. Much to House's disappointment he didn't.
"You could at least tell me how Cameron is doing?" Wilson said thinking maybe speaking her name would shake House loose.
The slightest hope Wilson was thinking of someone other than Cameron was squashed and House knew he had to place Wilson's curiosity. "She's fine," House partially lied.
Fine in the sense that she was healthy and quite possibly movingon without him.
"Is that answer purposely vague to annoy me," Wilson asked unrelenting.
"It was supposed to get you to shut up," House said rather agitated finally turning to face Wilson.
"What did you say to her," Wilson read right past House's defense.
House gave a long sigh knowing he would have to come clean, "I asked her come back."
Wilson pondered House wondering what his words were implying. Wilson chose not to accuse anything, "I take it that didn't go so well."
"She didn't seem to be mad at me and at few points it was like she never left... Said things were still same," House admitted.
"What did you say?" Wilson said casually.
"I didn't say anything. I can't change Allison knows that and at one point she accepted that," House said not thinking about what he was saying.
"Maybe things have changed," Wilson said not wanting to directly point out House's slip.
"Maybe," House said low enough that only he could hear it.
Wilson knew the conversation almost over but one thing bugged him, "Why'd you come back early you could have sticked around for six more days to convince her."
"We said what needed to be said and she made her decision," House said steadily.
"So all this is not some kind of grand ploy in your game?" Wilson asked confused.
"No," House said honestly still looking straight at Wilson to erase his doubts. House did hold some hope, even though he hated to use that word, that Cameron would call or something. A part of him wanted to believe the old Cameron would make an appearance on last time and just come back to him. Maybe he should have called her but his stubborn pride still held him captive. House acknowledged that maybe he changed a little but what scared him more was that Cameron changed much more. The Cameron he saw was more of a person but maybe a person who didn't need him.
Wilson studied House for a moment, "Maybe things have changed... good night House." Wilson turned and walked into his room knowing House needed time alone.
"They have," House said again as Wilson walked away.
A/N: Yes another short chapter but I like chapters to be like scenes. I am trying to strike a balance between pre-season 6 House and Season 6 House. S6 House is a little more open but seasons prior House is much more fun to while old House may have been totally doing a manipulative plan the sort of new House is more straight forward and honest. Again thanks for the reviews they are always two more chapters in this story. Oh and still writing in notepad until I get a new power cord for my laptop.