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Chapter 35

Wilson sat his desk trying to focus on his paperwork but was having a difficult time due to the unsettled feeling he had in the pit of his stomach. Something didn't feel right and he knew part of the reason was because he needed to tell House the truth about what was going on with him, Cameron and Lisa. He had tried calling him several times last night but never talked to him. He was also wondering why Lisa hadn't returned his phone call either. He was hoping she would have stopped by his office this morning. He sighed heavily knowing it was no use to try and work while he had things on his mind. He tossed his pen onto the desk and decided to go find House when at that moment, House opened his office door.

"Hey. I was just going to go find you." Wilson said.

"I knew that. That's why I'm here."

Wilson shook his head. "You didn't call me back last night. Where were you?"

"You're keeping tabs on me? It's usually me keeping tabs on you. I was occupied with my favorite hooker."

Wilson looked at House and saw House divert his eyes from his. "You're lying."

House had a surprised look on his face. "Why would I lie?"

"No reason unless you are trying to hide something." Wilson said in a doubting tone.

House shrugged his shoulders. "I don't have anything to hide unlike you."

Wilson blushed slightly knowing House was referring to him allegedly sleeping with Cameron. "Do you always have to play games?"

"This is me. What do you think?" House said sarcastically.

"I thought you gave up hookers?"

"I did but I was lonely last night." He said and sat down on Wilson's leather sofa. "So, what did you want?"

"What?" Wilson asked.

"You said you were coming to find me."

"Oh. I wanted to know if you wanted to come by for dinner tonight."

House narrowed his eyes at him. "Why?" It was his turn to wonder what Wilson was up to.

Wilson let out a nervous laugh. "No reason. We just haven't done that in a while and I'm in the mood to cook."

"Why aren't you asking Cameron?"

"I don't know. Thought you and I could hang out. Besides, I'm sure Cameron works tonight. What's the big deal? Any other time, you would be jumping all over the offer of free food."

House sighed and thought about needing to talk to Cuddy. "I can't. I have something else I need to take care of."

"What? Meeting with your favorite hooker again?" Wilson said with a forced smile.

"Sort of." House said seriously. "I'm supposed to meet with Cuddy."

A cold chill came over Wilson. "Why are you meeting with Cuddy?"

"So we can talk."

"About what?"

House stared at Wilson. "You're certainly full of questions today, aren't you?"

Wilson didn't say anything, still waiting for an answer to his question.

House took a deep breath. "Because I slept with her last night."

Wilson froze. "Is that a joke?"

"No."

Wilson understood now why he had been feeling so unsettled. Anger instantly rose up inside of him but he controlled his emotions. "Define slept."

"We had a few drinks and she invited me over to her place and one thing led to another."

"So, you were drunk."

"No. I said we had a few drinks but we definitely knew what we were doing."

"You said she invited you over?" Wilson asked trying to let this all sink in.

"Yeah. I asked her out for a drink and we met across the street. Next thing I know, we are heading to her place. We had a couple more drinks when we got to her house and then…"

Wilson put up his hand to stop him. "I don't want to hear the details."

House looked at him curiously. "Are you upset?"

"No." He knew House could tell he was lying. "So, are you two seeing each other now?"

"That's why I have to talk to her later. It was good and all but I don't want to start anything with her." "So, you used her?" Wilson spat letting his anger come out slightly.

"More like we used each other. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing! It just seems the minute you find out about me and Cameron sleeping together, you immediately jump into bed with Cuddy."

"You are upset about this." House said carefully watching his friend pace back and forth.

"This is so like you! You always have to play games. I didn't tell you about Cameron and so you have to do something to get back at me." Wilson said in an elevated voice letting his anger take over.

"Get back at you? What are you talking about?" House was trying to understand what

Wilson was getting so angry at.

Wilson stopped pacing and stood in front of House, who was still sitting on the sofa.

"Yes! Why now? Why now do you sleep with Lisa?"

"I didn't plan it, it just happened."

"But you didn't stop it… she didn't stop it." He said more to himself than to House.

"You know we have been playing around one another for a long time. It was bound to happen."

"Stop! Just stop talking." Then without waiting any longer, he blurted out the truth. "I didn't sleep with Cameron."

House stared at him for a few seconds before responding. "What?"

"I said I didn't sleep with Cameron."

"What are you talking about? Why would Cameron say that you did if you didn't?"

"To help me… because I used her to help me lie… to you… about seeing Lisa." There! It was out, at least most of it. He walked over and looked out the window, ignoring the heavy stare from House.

"You're seeing Cuddy?" House asked.

"No, it was one date. Saturday night I was with Lisa, not Cameron." Wilson said in a more sullen tone.

"Then why did you tell me you went out with Cameron?"

"Because I wanted to keep it to myself. I didn't want you to try and screw it up."

House sat still for a minute trying to comprehend the mess that seemed to be unfolding around them. "So, you didn't sleep with Cameron?"

"No."

"Did you sleep with Cuddy?"

"No. Apparently, she was saving that part for you." He said in a dry tone.

"Did you tell Cameron to tell me that you two had slept together?"

Wilson shook his head no. "No, she thought that one up on her own."

"Why?"

"I don't know really. Maybe to make things more believable to you. She said it and I went along with it but I have been trying to tell you the truth. I didn't know you were going to go find your own conquest."

House could hear the hurt in Wilson's voice and it suddenly dawned on him. "You like Cuddy."

"Obviously, that doesn't make any difference to her. She had no problem jumping into bed with you." He turned back around and looked at House.

"I didn't know."

"Would it have mattered if you did?" Wilson snapped.

House saw a look in Wilson's eyes that he didn't see too often. It was a look of anger and hurt. "Yes, it would have mattered." House answered honestly. "The reason I am going to talk to her tonight is to tell her that I don't want a relationship with her."

"It doesn't matter. She apparently wants one with you or something with you."

House looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry Wilson."

"It's not you. I'm the idiot. I should have been upfront with you in the first place but it doesn't change the fact that she cares about you, not me."

"You don't know that until you talk to her."

"Oh, I'm not going to talk to her about it. I would only make a bigger fool of myself. I should have seen it coming. All the signs were there. I just chose to ignore them." Wilson glanced at his watch. "I need to get to work. I have an appointment in an hour."

House stood. "If there's anything I can do."

"I think enough has been done."

House nodded and left with a heavy feeling in his chest. It never occurred to him that Wilson liked Cuddy. He slowly walked down the hall to the elevators and pushed the button. He knew he had to take care of the situation with Cuddy first. Regardless what Cuddy felt for him or what he felt for her, Wilson was his best friend and he wasn't going to hurt him any more than what he had already done.