So, I had this idea in my head and I just had to write it down. This is going to be a multi-chapter story, but I won't be updating for a while, I want to finish my other story first "Not Alone", after that I'll come back to this.

This story is set a few months after "Help me", I wrote one after "Teamwork" and another after "Lockdown", so why not one after the season finale?

Please keep in mind two things: first English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes, and second, I have not watched season 7, I only know what stumble upon when I'm online.

Forced Meetings

Chapter one

The phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, I'm on my way to the airport now."

"Are you sure you don't want me to pick you up?"

"It's ok Wilson, really. I'll just meet you at the hospital."

"Ok, I'll see you in a few hours."

"And Wilson?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Everything is going to work out, you'll see."

"I'll see you in a few of hours."

Cameron snaps her phone close and sighs closing her eyes for just a moment. Maybe if she keeps them closed for long enough when she opens them again she'll see it's all a dream, a bad dream, and everything will be back to normal. Except when she opens them again everything is the same and this is no dream.

She takes a look around her living room, on the corner her bags rest on the floor, she's not sure how long she'll stay away from home but she simply refuses to pack anything else. The windows are closed and so are the curtains leaving the room darker than it should be at this hour, a room that's gonna be empty for the next weeks, not by her choice, no, life made that choice for her.

The cab's horn interrupts her thoughts and maybe that's for the better, the more she thinks the more she gets depressed. Depression is the last thing she needs, she can't waste any energy on that. Sighing again, she seems to be doing that a lot lately, Cameron picks up her bags and makes her way to the door, after one last lingering look she finally closes the door behind her and locks it, a clear sign she won't be coming back so soon.

Wilson puts down the phone and takes a moment to recover from the phone conversation, he leans back in his chair and stares at the ceiling for a moment, trying not to think. Then he hears yelling just outside his office, House and Cuddy are fighting again. How can they possibly survive if they can't keep their work life separated from their personal life? Wilson has no idea how the board hasn't figured out they're together yet, there are certainly many doctors accusing Cuddy of giving House special treatment (even more so than before), and that wouldn't go well with the board directors for sure.

Taking a deep breath as if to give him strength Wilson resumes his work, he needs to have everything in order for when Cameron arrives, it will most definitely be some intense and emotional weeks. Thank God he has Sam who's been so supportive throughout all of this.

House just knows he's right, just because the tests don't show a tumor doesn't mean it's not there. But still Cuddy refuses to authorize the necessary surgery, something about how dangerous brain surgery can be… like he doesn't know! He may be a bastard but even he has his limits!

Luckily his team has a neurologist and a surgeon that can do the procedure without bringing in any outside doctors. And what do you know, once they open the patient's brain they find the brain tumor he knew was there all along. And House is feeling pretty smug about himself for that!

It's late and his team is gone for the day, patient's cured nothing more to do here, House even does the chart this time, it has a special taste since he's proven Cuddy wrong, again! He's not sure since when this turned into some sort of weird competition, but that's what their relationship is about, they work more against each other than with each other. Yet they're still together after months so maybe this is how it's supposed to work. After all he's not the average man, he just wishes it wasn't so tiring sometimes.

But enough of that, right now he wants to celebrate, after the battle this day was he deserves it. He could celebrate alone but he's not in the mood to be alone tonight and Cuddy is definitely not an option tonight so that just leaves Wilson. When was the last time they went out to get drinks anyway? Both have been too caught up in their relationships and he can't deny that he misses his friend, but then again this is the first time in years they're both in a relationship at the same time.

Decision made House pushes himself of the chair behind his desk and makes his way out of the office to the door next to his. Without knocking, when did he ever, House bursts into his friend's office.

"Get your stuff together Wonder Boy, we're going out to –" House stops in the middle of the sentence when he sees the scene in front of him.

There in the couch sits Wilson and Cameron, hugging. They immediately break apart at the interruption, but he saw how her face was buried in his chest and his arms were tightly around her. This is not what he expected to find.

"House, can't you knock just for once?" Wilson says getting up from the couch clearly looking distressed.

Wilson is used to him entering his office without knocking and sure he gets annoyed with it, but there's something in his voice that's different this time.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in tonight!" He watches Cameron, she's wearing casual clothes with her hair falling down her shoulders framing her tired face. House isn't sure how to react to her presence, definitely caught off guard.

"House." Cameron stands up and actually lets a small smile reach her lips.

"Never thought I'd see the day you'd be back." He looks her up and down and doesn't bother to disguise it. His brain immediately starts running possible ideas for her return.

"Neither did I." She tells him in a low voice and then turns to Wilson.

"I'll wait for you downstairs."

"I'll just get my things and I'll be down in a minute."

Cameron takes the few steps separating her from the door and therefore House, surprisingly she puts her small hand in his arm much like she did when she resigned years ago from her fellowship and looks up to his blue eyes.

"It was good seeing you House. You look … good." And she gives him another of her small smiles and he swears he can feel a small squeeze in his arm from her hand. But then the touch is gone and he's not sure if he simply imagined it.

For once House is speechless, is it good seeing her again? Honestly he's not sure, he never thought he'd see her again, and does she look good? Well of course she's a beautiful woman but her eyes lack that usual twinkle he remembers, she's a little pale and she wears a tired expression on her face. No, she doesn't look good.

Before he has any time to react at all Cameron is out the door walking down the corridor to the elevator, leaving him to simply watch her retreating frame. Finally snapping out of it he turns to Wilson who watched the entire interaction with interest.

"So what's she doing back here?" House asks as Wilson packs his things to leave for the day.

"She's visiting." Something about his tone of voice tells House he's not lying but not telling the whole truth either.

"Does Sam know about her?"

"If by that you want to insinuate if I'm cheating on Sam with Cameron, may I remind you this is Cameron we're talking about here." Wilson speeds up and in no time is shrugging his coat on.

"So why's she here?"

"Already said it, she's visiting." Wilson passes him and walks out the door leaving House behind ending therefore the conversation.

"Night House."

After watching Wilson disappear into the elevator House walks back to his office, a new puzzle has presented itself to him, why is Cameron back? And isn't she supposed to hate him or something, after all she did blame him for her failed marriage or at least for poisoning Chase… Yet her posture showed otherwise, she even smiled at him, granted it was a tiny smile but one nonetheless, and if there's one thing he knows for sure is Cameron can't fake her smiles.

He glances at his watch, there's not gonna be any celebration after all, he's alone tonight.

When Wilson steps out of the hospital glass doors he spots Cameron leaning against the wall tugging on her coat to protect her from the cold night. She sees him and they walk to his car.

"Sorry about House, I thought he had already left for the day." He apologizes even though it's not his fault.

"It's ok, it's not your fault. House will always be House… in a way that's good." Wilson looks at her with a questioning look.

"It's nice to know that despite everything some things never change. It's… comforting." She shrugs and Wilson doesn't pride for more.

The ride home is made in silence, Wilson takes the occasional glance towards her, but she simply stares outside the window seeing the lights pass by them.

As Cameron looks at the familiar streets she thinks how she got here to this point in her life. Not once she thought of coming back to Princeton let alone for this reason, she's not here willingly she's here because she has to.

"We're here." Wilson's words bring her back to reality, she was too caught up once again in her thoughts and didn't even realized they had stopped.

Taking her bag Wilson directs her to follow him, they make their way to the elevator and to the intended floor, Wilson pulls out his keys, opens the door to his home and ushers her inside.

"James?" A female voice sounds from the back of the apartment, probably from the bedroom, Cameron thinks.

"I'm home." A blond woman appears and kisses him lightly on the lips and then turns to Cameron.

"You must be Cameron." She smiles warmly.

"Cameron this is Sam." Wilson introduces.

"Nice to meet you. I don't mean to intrude, I told Wilson I could stay at a hotel –" She starts but Sam cuts her off.

"Nonsense. If you're friends with Wilson then you're welcome to stay here as long as you like." Sam seems truly sincere and Cameron appreciates it, if she's honest with herself she really doesn't want to stay alone at a hotel. She's glad she still can count on Wilson as a friend, after her departure she avoided all contact with the people she once worked with and though the circumstances involved kind of absolve her, she still feels guilty, and so she's truly thankful for Wilson's friendship.

"Thank you."

"Plus House used to live here, nothing can possibly be worse than that." Sam jokes trying to lighten up the heavy mood.

"Come on Cameron, I'll show you your room." Wilson and Cameron make their way down the hall and step inside the bedroom, Cameron suddenly turns to Wilson and he knows exactly what's on her mind.

"I know, I know, its House's bedroom… or it used to be. Sam made the bed with clean sheets and there are fresh towels in the bathroom. And as you can see the room is practically empty, he took most of his stuff when he moved back to his old place." He's right, there's just some cd's and books on the shelves, nothing more.

"It's fine Wilson, thank you." Cameron steps inside and sits by the end of the bed suddenly uncomfortable with the whole situation.

"Are you hungry? I'm sure there're some leftovers in the fridge." He offers in that gentle way only he possesses, either from his own nature or from dealing with his patients, she's not sure which.

"I ate on the plane." Liar.

"Plus I'm a little tired, I think I'll just go to sleep." Even if she was hungry she couldn't possible eat anything without feeling nauseated.

"Ok, well if you need anything just ask." Wilson doesn't believe her though he doesn't say it out loud. He understands her need to have a moment to herself after the trip.

"Good night Wilson." She really just wants a moment alone.

"Night Cameron."

Wilson turns around and heads to the living room with his head down, he finds Sam sitting on the couch with the TV on, he sits beside her one arm around her, she immediately leans into him resting her head on his chest.

"You hungry?" Sam asks quietly as if speaking any louder would somehow make things worse.

"Not really."

"I realize I don't know her but she doesn't look ok."

"She is not." Wilson sighs feeling defeated even though he has no reason for it. At least not yet.

"She's very lucky to have you as a friend." Sam places a soft kiss on his shirt covered chest.

"Thank you for doing this, House left only a few months ago and we're finally on our own, I know it can't be easy to have a stranger come in and stay with us."

"Don't be silly, Cameron can stay for as long as she likes. You're a good man James Wilson." She looks into his eyes and kisses him tenderly, hoping the gesture will show what words can't in a moment like this.

"You think she's going to be ok?" She asks.

"Yes, but it won't be easy." It never is.

They stay like that for a while in each other's arms simply relishing in the warmth provided by their bodies, Wilson can't believe how lucky he is to have a second chance with Sam. He promises himself to try his best not to screw this up.

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