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"You need to get some sleep," Cameron said to Wilson when she walked into his office around one in the morning.

"I was just about to on the couch," he said, turning off his desk light. He was completely worn out and overtired.

"You need a bed, not a couch. Go home."

Wilson sighed tiredly. The areas around his eyes were red. "Thanks for your concern, but I have to be here in case Will or someone from Hawaii calls."

Cameron sat in the chair in front of his desk. "The only calls you've gotten so far were from the press. Will isn't going to call until he has something. That might not be for a while."

"Way to raise my hopes," he said, rubbing his face again.

"He said he would call you once the motion was in order to exhume the plane, right? He's not going to get clearance in a day, Wilson. It's going to take at least a week."

Wilson shook his head. "House and Cuddy may not have a week. They might not even have another day!"

Seeing House and Cuddy back at this hospital was very slim, and getting slimmer by the minute. Wilson wasn't getting the answers he wanted and that was quickly making him lose patience, as well as concentration. He's been so focused on House and Cuddy and being on the phone all day with various people from LAX to get rosters, pestering Hawaii's rescue team, and occasionally with Japan's Narita International to get information on the aircrafts. Coming right down to it, he was being a pest. His patients haven't seen him in days and he was slacking on his work. Good thing there wasn't an administrator to tell him what to do. However, that would be coming to an end very soon. Another reason Wilson was so on edge was because a temporary administrator was coming in tomorrow to take over Cuddy's daily responsibilities. He knew that if Cuddy didn't come back, whoever this person was would be here permanently. He liked to think it would happen under different circumstances, like Cuddy resigning because she was moving to another state, or leaving because she found something else that made her happy, not scratching her name off the door because she was missing and probably dead somewhere. The feeling didn't settle too well in his stomach.

"There's nothing you can do, so don't stress yourself out." Cameron's voice was caring, much like it always was to someone who was suffering one way or another.

"Hey, at least I didn't faint," he countered.

"If you keep this up, you just might. Would you feel better if I was in here with you?"

Wilson did need a friend and since his own was lost at sea, Cameron was the next best choice. Since neither of them planned to leave the hospital until they heard House or Cuddy's voice come from somewhere, telling them they were okay, they might as well make themselves comfortable.

Wilson took the couch by the window and Cameron took the extra one he had near the door. Hers was only a loveseat, but she was able to bend her knees comfortably on the two-cushioned couch and used her arms as pillows until Wilson tossed her one from his couch. She accepted it with thanks and tucked it behind her head.

The lights went off and if it weren't for the streetlights that poured through the slightly cracked blinds, it would be completely dark. It was also extremely quiet. The only noise that filled their ears was the low humming that came from the vents that pumped heat throughout the building.

Cameron closed her eyes, knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep.

"Cameron?" came Wilson's tired voice.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think it would be too pushy of me to go to Hawaii and join the rescue team?"

Cameron didn't think that was on his mind, but didn't shock her in the least.

"I'm surprised you aren't already there."

"When they call off the search, I will. I know they're out there somewhere. I can't, for the life of me, see House succumbing to a plane crash."

"It can happen to anyone," Cameron said.

"I know, but not to him. If it did happen to him, he'd find a way out. It's House. I believe his ignorance goes so far as him not wanting to die in such a way. He'll get himself out. And Cuddy."

"Do you know some of the nurses around here are already starting to talk about what the funerals will look like without a body in the coffins?"

Wilson didn't say anything. That's one funeral he never planned to attend. Instead, he would be in Hawaii, slamming a check onto the table and personally going for a ride with them over the Pacific for however long it took until House and Cuddy were found, or he found some sort of evidence that they were in fact dead.

"I guess we can't really make any plans right now until the plane is exhumed. If they are there, I guess life will resume. If they aren't, I know they're alive somewhere, and that's when I go to Hawaii and make myself a part of the team," Wilson said, having everything planned out.

"Want company? I assume the department of diagnostic medicine will be shut down with new management. I'll have nothing to do to occupy my time."

She didn't want to see Wilson go at this alone.

He said yes.

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The next morning, Princeton Plainsboro met their new management. Those who were able to gathered in the coliseum-style assembly hall and waited for him. So far, all they learned was his name. Zachary Feeney, M.D. Wilson and Cameron were in there, merely out of curiosity on who they got to replace Cuddy. Other than that, they could care less. There were many people in the assembly hall, chatting amongst themselves until Zachary Feeney planned to grace them with his presence.

"Hope he doesn't plan to get too comfortable here," Wilson said to Cameron.

Cameron just nodded. Foreman joined them moments later.

"Packed house in here, huh?" he said, feeling resentment towards the new administrator already and hasn't even met him yet.

"Don't know why. Could everyone really be accepting the fact that Cuddy is more than just missing?" Cameron asked.

Neither of them had a chance to answer, for the doors were thrust open so loudly that it created an awful echo. Safe to say, he caught everyone's attention. Wilson and Cameron frowned when a kid, probably no older than twenty-five, walked through the door. This was Zachary Feeney? He was dressed in a black suit and tie with folders tucked under his arm. He stepped behind the podium and slightly adjusted his tie as he cleared his throat. Since the microphone was on, that's the first sound everyone heard. Cameron frowned right away.

"Good morning, Princeton Plainsboro, my name is Zachary Feeney and I will be temporarily replacing the Dean of Medicine slot until…well, I'm not quite sure yet," he said, pressing his glasses closer to his face. He cleared his throat again, not one of his most pleasant habits. "It's a great tragedy on what happened with Lisa Cuddy and I hope that she's out there and returns safely back to this hospital." He clapped once. "But for now, I have the run of the place and I'm sure you'll get used to me in no time."

Cameron felt the urge to smack the smile right off his adolescent face.

"Are you even qualified for the job?!" Wilson asked, speaking up from the back.

Feeney's eyes went straight to him. "Excuse me?"

"You look a little too young to fill an incredibly important position."

"I'm twenty-seven. And who might you be?" There was a drop of sarcasm in his voice, but went unnoticed to many.

"James Wilson, Oncologist, and I don't appreciate Dr. Cuddy's spot going to someone who doesn't appear to me to be serious about the job."

Even knowing the room was filled with employees that respected and admired Cuddy, neither of them spoke up when Wilson did. Could they seriously be okay with this?

"Well, James Wilson, I graduated top of my class from medical school when I was twenty-two. I was ahead of my class by four years. The only bit of high school I saw was my senior year."

"I'm not here to talk about your education. Just don't get too comfortable. Dr. Cuddy will be coming back."

Feeney chuckled. That sparked something in Wilson. Cameron took his arm, just to be sure he wouldn't do something stupid, like make a break for Feeney and get himself fired.

"With all do respect, James Wilson, I'm much more qualified than Lisa Cuddy to run the job title. I've been after her job for years and now that I finally got it, I won't be giving it up. Looks like I won't have to because she won't be coming back."

"Come on, calm down," Cameron whispered, holding his arm tighter when Wilson's fists tightened.

Wilson had to leave the assembly room, otherwise he would say something that would land him out of here without a job. Cameron and Foreman went with him. They couldn't stomach anymore.

"That son of a bitch isn't staying here, I'll see to that myself," Wilson said, walking quickly.

Ever since House and Cuddy went missing, Wilson became an entirely different Wilson. He and House had a very odd friendship, but it still meant something to him. House missing created a side to him that no one saw before. He was much bolder and not afraid to say what was on his mind and didn't care how the content sounded when it came out. If Cameron wasn't there in the assembly hall, Wilson probably would've lost his mind and said something to Feeney.

"What right does he have saying that he could do a better job than Cuddy? He's not staying here," he repeated strongly.

"He will if they can't find Cuddy. It's been five days since they were lost at sea, Wilson. You said so yourself that if they don't have the proper flotation device, the chance of survival was slimmer than slim if they weren't rescued right away. If they did find something to seek refuge on, without water, they would've died already," Foreman reminded as gently as he could without setting Wilson off.

Wilson was shaking his head the entire time. "He's out there, I'm sure of it. Whether Cuddy's with him or not, I know House is still alive. I just know it."

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"Hey, look what I found," House said, pulling out his iPod shuffle from a zipped pocket on his shorts. "I didn't know I put this in here."

"Does it work?" Cuddy asked, propping herself up onto her elbow.

He put an earbud into his ear and pressed play. He shook his head. "Not really, it sounds waterlogged," he said.

Cuddy stuck the other earbud to her ear to hear it for herself. She laughed when she heard what he heard, which is someone sounding like they were performing a band under the water.

House tossed the shuffle somewhere into the cave. "Good thing I didn't bring my real iPod."

Cuddy sat up to add more sticks to the fire. She wanted to keep this one going as long as she could. She never saw House start the fire, but believed him when he said it was a pain. House, who was laying on his back on a makeshift bed they made out of those gigantic leaves they found hanging around at the bottom of the tree, wasted no time in shifting his eyes to look at Cuddy. He zoomed in on the waistline of her pants, secretly wishing them off her body. He hoped her rash wouldn't have stopped itching. The pants would have to come off that way. What was the big deal anyway? They already slept together! What's she afraid of hiding?

His hand performed the same action as before and a finger was hooked around the back lining of her pants.

"House, stop," she said, voice firm.

"Why?" he asked, not stopping. In fact, he dipped his fingers just past the lining of her pants.

His actions caused Cuddy to shift out of the way, just far enough to where he couldn't touch her back unless he moved along with her.

"See, I knew this would happen. We have sex once and you think it's an open invitation to do it whenever you want."

"Like you don't want it!" he said.

"I think me putting back on every article of clothing I brought with me is a hint that I don't want to do it again."

House looked almost insulted by her sentence. "Why the hell not?"

Cuddy sighed. "House…it shouldn't have happened at all. I was feeling sorry for myself, my guard was down—"

"Oh don't give me that shit, Cuddy. You've been slipping me small hints ever since we boarded the damn plane. Next thing you're going to say is that I raped you."

Cuddy's eyes widened at that. "No, of course I'm not saying that. I wanted it. But now I don't. I apologize if I was encouraging you. We should just forget it happened and resume our lives."

House chuckled, but no humor came from it. "Resume our lives?" he repeated. "What lives? It appears we can't do that, unless a rescue plane comes to us in the next five seconds. Things have changed, Cuddy. To this island, we aren't Dr. House and Dr. Cuddy. To this island, we're just two ordinary people that are forced to be here against their wills."

"Just because I'm forced to be here, doesn't mean I can't bring my standards along with me," she said, wondering if he was saying all this just to get her to sleep with him again. "I'm not having sex with you every time you pull out a dollar bill. I'm not one of your hookers. If you're really that hard up, go…jack off behind a bush or something. I'm going to sleep."

For the past few nights, Cuddy curled up beside him. Tonight, she turned away from him and slept as far away as she could.

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