Disclaimer…Make love, not lawsuits. I don't own anything.

Author's Note…It seems my dear Muse has taken a page out of my book and has locked herself up in her room for the time being. So, while I was waiting for her to return, a new, shinier Muse (who goes by the name of "Musette") introduced herself and gave this little story to me. I like it. And don't worry about the original Muse. She will be back soon…it will just take some coaxing and ice-cream. The excellent reviews helped a lot though.

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Wilson pounded on the door. What am I doing here anyway? She won't want to see me. Pound. This is pathetic. Pathetic. Pound. Then stop knocking, idiot. Wilson turned to go when suddenly the door was opened by a flushed Cameron. Wilson gaped. Apparently, she had been in the shower so she was all wet and clean looking and the clean made him feel dirty and…

"Wilson! Hi! Wasn't expecting to see you there. Sorry, I was in the shower…showering. Yeah. So…" Cameron suddenly felt something very strange. It was almost as if all the magnetism in the Earth had rearranged itself and was currently located in these two masses.

Wilson felt the same, oddly familiar and unfamiliar attraction and randomly thrust a small stack of papers into her face. "I'm divorced. For two months I've been divorced. I want to talk."

Cameron blinked. "Wanna come inside?"

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Wilson had never really penned Cameron down as a good person to pour your heart out to, but she was perfect. She knew the right time to ask the right questions and with her, it just felt right. Righter than any of his wives.

"Why'd you cheat?" Cameron asked it bluntly, but she honestly didn't see any other way.

"Because I wasn't happy."

Cameron considered this for a moment. "Were you happy with this other person?"

"Nope. I had another girl in mind than the one I cheated with."

"So, it was just meaningless?"

"I guess but…I don't know. It meant something…it stood for something."

Cameron understood. She knew what it felt like to replace sex with something else. But she never experienced the after-effects, because she had never actually done it.

She just wished and wished and wished.

"And you never talked to this girl? Never told her your feelings?"

Wilson felt embarrassed. "No, I didn't."

"And she's never…noticed you before? Or the feelings that you have for her?"

Wilson was silent for a moment, trying to think of an answer that wouldn't make her suspect anything.

Even though she definitely should.

"She's always been…too distracted."

Cameron mulled this over then stood up. They had been talking for hours and Wilson was fidgeting, he looked like he wanted to get home. He stood on one side of the threshold, she the other. An eerie hush filled the air as the unmistakable attraction returned. Cameron gave herself a quick shake and smiled at him. "Well, Wilson, you're a good guy and for your sake, I hope this girl notices."

Wilson smiled back and walked down the empty hallway. Cameron leaned unconsciously leaned against the doorway and smiled at his retreating form.

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It was 7:30 on a Monday morning and Cameron was glad for the traffic. Traffic meant she would be at work a little late which meant seeing Wilson a little late which meant it gave this feeling more time to go away.

Unfortunately, it seemed very stubborn and showed no signs of doing that. Cameron was almost disappointed when she turned on the radio (to drown out her thoughts) only to hear that the traffic on the Jefferson Freeway was letting up. Cameron's natural navigation system immediately told her to get on that, as the exit was just coming up. But instead, she passed it, basking in the warm glow of procrastination.

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Wilson was frantically pacing the hallway of PPTH. He was debating in his mind whether or not to ask House if Cameron had called in sick. On one hand, it would mean he wouldn't have to deal with the almost irresistible pull between them. On the other hand, it also would mean that he didn't get to see her.

Decisions, decisions.

Finally, Wilson burst into House's office, nearly knocking him off his chair.

"The heck?"

"Did Cameron call in sick today or something?"

"What?"

"Do you need me to repeat the question?"

"Why do you care?"

"I'm just curious is all. She's uhhh…she referred a patient to me and I have to talk to her about it. The patient, that is." Wilson was lying through his teeth and he knew it. Oh well. I'll pay the price later.

Actually, Cameron would.

"No, she didn't. Did she really refer another patient to you? You're going to have to make her issue the diagnosis herself, you know."

Wilson couldn't believe House was buying into his lie. Wilson opened his mouth to get into more detail (when did I become this good at lying?) when Cameron burst into the room.

"Hi, sorry I'm late. Traffic. Bad traffic."

House looked annoyed. "You could have taken the Jefferson Freeway, but you're just putting off telling some poor patient that they're dying. Get over yourself. Jeez."

Cameron blinked. Wilson shot her an apologetic look. Cameron looked irritated and confused but she played along anyway.

"Fine! I'll go tell them right now!" And with that, she stomped off.

House looked at Wilson. "What was that?"

Wilson could only shrug his shoulders. At this point, he truly did not know.

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For the rest of the day, Wilson avoided Cameron, although she was trying desperately to find him. Finally, when an "innocent" wheelchair race with House went wrong, Wilson had ended up stumbling in the lab where Cameron was just finishing up running some gels. She made no movement; maybe she hadn't heard him.

Wilson decided to give her a scare. He crept slowly up behind her, his hand all a poised to grab onto her shoulders, and whispered in his best Darth Vader impression "hello."

Cameron let out a girly little scream and fell off her chair, bringing the seat and Wilson down with her. She was laughing hysterically, and so was Wilson. It feels good to laugh like that.

They must have laughed for ten minutes like that, sitting on the lab room floor. Finally, Wilson gasped out the conversation he knew he had to have.

"Cameron, you remember that talk we had the other day?"

Cameron, who had tears running down her face, tried to wipe the smile off her face, as they were obviously onto more serious stuff. "Yeah, I do."

"Umm, ok, good. Because I was wondering, you know, if you wanted to…"

Cameron still had no idea what he was talking about. She shifted her legs so she was sitting Indian style and put her hands in her lap, and pulled on each of her fingers. It was a little quirk that she did whenever she got nervous of something. But what was there to be nervous of now?

So many things.

"If I wanted to…"

"If you wanted to go out on a date with me." Wilson blurted out.

Cameron shrugged. "Ok."

"Ok? Are you serious? You didn't have to answer right away…I mean, you could take that back and think it over, if you want to."

Cameron shrugged again. "No, it sounds nice. Can't knock it off 'till you try it, right?"

Wilson nodded. "Yeah. Can't do that."

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The unlikely duo had decided not to tell anyone about their impending date, as it was just a first date, it probably wouldn't amount to anything, and neither Wilson nor Cameron felt up to fielding comments from House.

That Friday night, at 8:00, Wilson met Cameron outside a theatre. They were going to attempt the typical "dinner and a movie" date, so it was casual, but Wilson thought Cameron looked beautiful in her wine red top and nice jeans.

When she saw his face, she laughed. "I know. Don't be offended. No one ever pens me down as a Communist but…" she shrugged. "That's the real me."

The movie was…awful. Wilson and Cameron had spent the whole time whispering to each other and making fun of it. They practically ran from the theatre when it ended. Their dinner reservation had fallen through, so they had gotten a pizza and some ice-cream, and were currently strolling down the street, reflecting on the night they had.

Wilson looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet, suddenly shy. "So…"

"This was fun."

"Yeah, it was. Do you want to do this again, sometime?"

Cameron smiled. "That would be nice."

Wilson felt instant relief, then incredibly nervous. He had no idea why; they hadn't even set a date yet.

Now it was Cameron's turn to look at the ground. "Look, I got to go. I have work tomorrow."

"Oh, ok. Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you here like this."

"No, that's ok. I had a really good time." And without giving it any thought, she leaned in and gave Wilson a kiss.

If Cameron had any worries that he might reject it, they were instantly put in check, as Wilson returned it, in a major way. He put her arms around her and kind of swayed her side to side. He let out a little laugh; she looked so surprised and her eyes were so wide. She leaned in a little closer.

"Hey, you wanna know something?"

"What?"

"I never, ever, kiss a guy like that on a first date."

Wilson looked deep into her eyes. "Me neither. But, you, know, with a girl."

Cameron let out a giggle and broke away, she knew that if she didn't leave now, then she wouldn't be able to do it later.

Wilson watched her walk off and then looked up at the sky. "What have I gotten myself into?"

The stars remained silent.

Author's Note…So, what did you think? Should it be a oneshot…or should I continue? If I do, I have a plan, I just don't know how to get from Point A to Point B…at least without fluff. Oh well. So anyway, please review and give me advice on this conundrum! Thanks!