Author's Note: Last chapter, I hope you've all enjoyed it. R&R please, thanx buds!

Cameron had retreated to House's office. She was seated at his desk. She wondered how many hours he'd spent there. She looked at the life going on outside the glass walls and wondered how he viewed the environment.

She had the lights out but it didn't matter. The sun was coming up. She didn't want to know how awful she looked. She didn't remember how long she'd been crying but it was long enough to be completely drained.

"Cameron? Are you all right?"

She looked up to see Chase's concerned face staring at her.

'Great', she thought to herself.

She began wiping away her tears, "yeah I'm fine. I'm just tired, that's all."

Chase walked towards her, "are you sure? You've had an unbelievable night. It's understandable that you're upset."

She looked down at her hands and forced a smile, "House hates me. I'm not stupid, I know he didn't exactly love me before but I thought that maybe he, I don't know, at least cared."

Chase couldn't help but feel for her, "you know he doesn't really hate you. He doesn't even blame you. He's mad at Wilson for this whole thing, but he can't take it out on him right now. Believe me he'll let him have it when he gets better."

"If he gets better then maybe you're right but if he doesn't…it's going to be me. Forever, he's going to take it out on me."

She sniffed, "anyway he shouldn't be mad at Wilson. He was only trying to protect me, me. Not everything is about House."

Chase chuckled, "yeah, try telling him that."

She blushed, "I did."

Chase's eyes narrowed, "and how did that go?"

"Not so good, he yelled at me."

Chase hesitated before taking her hand and was relieved when she didn't pull away.

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As House drifted back into consciousness from a very uncomfortable sleep, the first thing he noticed was the sensation of someone touching him. Touching his leg to be specific. Massaging his leg to be even more specific.

He snapped his eyes open and they immediately went to Wilson. Wilson's brown eyes were focused on House's leg that was still propped up on the bed.

For a moment House couldn't breathe, "Wilson?"

Wilson didn't look away from House's leg and he continued massaging it with his one good arm. "You're leg has to be killing you."

"Yeah, well it's been killing me for years now, you learn to live with it," he said putting his legs back on the floor and out of Wilson's reach.

Wilson met House's eyes for the first time and smiled weakly, "hey."

House tried desperately to keep a huge grin from spreading across his face, "hey", he answered.

Wilson looked around him, "truck right?"

House nodded, "yeah a big one too, it'll make a great story to impress girls with."

"Cameron?"

House sighed, "she's fine, and you saved her. It was hands down the most moronic thing you've ever done. I mean this even trumps your marriages."

Wilson scoffed, "jeez, I didn't know you wanted her dead."

"This isn't about Cameron! It could've been anyone and I'd be saying the same thing. It's the whole idea. You shoving someone out of the way of a moving vehicle."

"Yeah, what was I thinking? I guess I bought myself a one way ticket to Hell."

House sighed dramatically, "there's just no talking to you when you're like this."

"I would've done it for you."

"Like that makes me feel special. You would've done it for Hitler."

Wilson ignored the comment, "and you would've done it for me."

His words caught House off guard. He couldn't look at Wilson and he started tapping his cane on the ground.

"No I wouldn't have." He looked up to see if the remark stung but Wilson didn't appear to have been phased.

"Oh yes you would. You wouldn't have time to think about it. If you did then you might let me or anyone die but when it happens that fast you just want to get the other person safe, it's instinct."

"It's instinct to stay alive. Self-preservation is instinct not self-sacrifice."

"Can we do this when I'm not in the hospital recovering from a near death experience?"

"Oh, don't be a baby, I have near death experiences two or three times a year, now that takes a man."

Wilson laughed, "so I have a lot of work to do to catch up."

House gave Wilson a stern look, "not funny."

Wilson rarely saw House that serious and he knew he didn't want to cross that line, "sorry. It'll never happen again. You are the king of almost dying."

House seemed satisfied, "'bout time someone appreciated my special little talent."

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Chase and Cameron were still talking when Cuddy came in smiling.

"Wilson's awake, Foreman's checking him over but it looks like he's going to be fine. Wilson's going to be fine."

Cameron smiled broadly and Chase turned back to her, "told you."

"Can I go see him?"

Cuddy hesitated, "House hasn't left him at all, and you might be setting yourself up an angry House."

Chase waited to see what she would say.

Cameron stood, "I don't care. I need to talk to Wilson."

Cameron opened the door slowly and quietly, neither man noticed her. They were engaged in an apparently hilarious conversation as Wilson was laughing and House was grinning from ear to ear. Cameron couldn't remember ever seeing him smile out of genuine affection or amusement before. She wondered how Wilson could do that, she wondered what he had that brought out this side of House, a side that seemed to be almost exclusively reserved for Wilson.

Her thoughts were brought to a halt when Wilson's gaze fell upon her. House followed Wilson's gaze.

"Didn't I shoo you out of here last night?"

Cameron ignored him, "Dr. Wilson can I talk to you privately please?" Her eyes were pleading and Wilson couldn't pass up an unhappy woman.

"Of course, House could you give us a moment?"

House looked between them as they both waited for him to leave. Finally he stood, "if I come back in here and you two are engaged there will be trouble," he said leaving the room.

Cameron started, "I want to apologize for prying the way I did. If I hadn't distracted you none of this would've happened."

"Cameron this isn't your fault. It was an accident, if you would have known I'm sure you would've done things differently."

Cameron didn't look reassured so Wilson continued, "look just don't worry about it. I'm fine, I'm going to live so everything's okay. You're okay, I'm okay, and House is okay."

"I also want to thank you for saving my life. You didn't have to do that. I owe you."

"No you don't, don't give it another thought."

She looked at him in disbelief, "how can you act like this is no big deal? You nearly died last night."

"But I didn't and I'm not going to, why should I dwell, just because you are?"

"I'm not dwelling, I'm just…"

"Cameron come here."

She walked towards him and he gently took her hand, "I don't regret what I did and in no way do I blame you. You have nothing to apologize for."

She nodded, it was what she had needed to hear, "still if there's anything I can do for you."

"Well, next time you need to talk try to catch me in my office."

She laughed a little, "okay, I can handle that."

Just then House burst back in the room, "okay times up kiddies. Give me this," he said taking Wilson's hand from Cameron and placing it back on the bed.

He turned to face her and this time she did not back down, "it wasn't my fault."

His look softened very slightly, "I know, now go home you've been awake all night crying, get Chase to drive you."

She nodded and left the two department heads alone without another word.

"That was nice of you," Wilson offered.

House shrugged and sat back down, "she had a rough night, I guess it sucked for everyone."

Wilson looked a little pale, "you feeling all right," House asked in his best casual voice.

"Just tired."

"So sleep, I'll be here."

Wilson smiled fondly at his friend, it was times like this he was reminded why he put up with House, it didn't often come up but sometimes he knew that House cared about him.

Wilson closed his eyes, content with the world.

House looked over at his favorite oncologist, he watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest and thought how close he came to ending up in the morgue. He leaned over Wilson and whispered, "don't ever leave me to spend half the night with Cameron and Cuddy again or I'll shove you in front of a truck."

Wilson smiled but didn't open his eyes, "I'll keep that in mind."

House put on a smile of his own and closed his eyes.

THE END.