The War. PG-13 Wilson/Cameron
Ever since this little war game had started with House and Wilson, the whole dynamic of the team was off. You were either with House or with Wilson. House was adamant about it; Wilson was just shrugging it off. Naturally, Chase went with House and Foreman to Wilson by default. House was creeping ever so closely to her, trying to figure out which side she was on. Creep away she thought I won’t choose a side.
Monday was hell, Wilson’s office needed repainting and fixing after a patient went crazy over his diagnosis. Wilson was still shook up, and Cuddy had set him up in Diagnostics, he was sharing an office with House. Fighting and bickering came from the office and she’d had enough. By Wednesday, she had taken over an exam room and was slowly working through her work when Wilson walked in accidentally.
‘Oh sorry, thought this one would be empty,’ he went to leave.
‘You can stay if you lock the door and don’t shout at me,’ she smiled softly. ‘I’m escaping too.’
‘I’m really sorry about House and my arguing,’ Wilson tried apologising.
‘Don’t be, it was bound to happen eventually,’ Cameron shifted over, giving him room for his stuff. ‘Seeing any patients?’
‘Yeah, I have two coming, is that OK?’
‘As long as they don’t mind me in here, knowing House he watched you walk in and if I walk out he’ll think I’ve chosen a side.’
‘Side?’ Wilson asked. ‘He’s made you choose sides?’
‘Yep, Foreman is with you and Chase is with him,’ she explained signing another report.
‘And you’re with House?’
‘Nope, not going to choose,’ she moved to the other side of the exam room, placing down the report and grabbing another. ‘There’s no point in choosing a side. If I choose him, everyone will think I still like him. If I choose you House will think I like you. So if I choose neither…I can’t get labelled.’ She sat down.
‘Don’t worry, I won’t label you if you choose House,’ Wilson had smiled.
They worked peacefully the remainder of the week, laughing and talking in the sanctuary of the exam room. Friday was met with a deafening silence. House wasn’t talking to her, not since she’d moved out of the office area. She was there for his deferential, but she disappeared afterwards. Screw him, if he thinks I’m going to stay and listen to him whine about Wilson. She packed up ready for the weekend, as she was walking out House stopped her.
‘You have until Monday.’
‘What?’ She stared at him.
‘You have until Monday to choose a side,’ He stated.
‘I’m not choosing a side in your little war game House, it’s childish and ridiculous!’ She glared at him. ‘I won’t choose.’
‘Traitor,’ he sneered.
‘Get a life House, seriously.’
She left him in the foyer of the Clinic with a grin spread across her face. By the time she had reached her apartment she was not grinning. Not even slightly. Walking from her car to the opening of the apartment building some jerk not only leered at her, but had the audacity to state, ‘I think we should have sex, it would benefit humanity’! I know one way of benefiting humanity, and it involves a bottle of free meds for said jerk.
Curling up on her couch she sighed, it had been a long week. House was unbearable; thank god she’d gotten over that crush! The odd thing was that she’s spent so much time with Wilson; well James, he’d asked her to call him that after Thursday. It was weird, and felt like some kind of power play, or he was flirting; which was OK by her standards, but bad. He was certainly one of the people she worked with that she could happily fall for. If this war wasn’t over soon, she’d be spending a lot more time with Wilson, not that she’d mind that necessarily, she did however, mind falling for him. She minded a great deal about that. But that would wait, wait until she answered the door.
‘Wilson! I mean James,’ she felt the blush rising.
‘Sorry to drop in like this,’ he was smiling nervously.
‘No, no problem, what’s wrong?’ she stepped aside to let him in.
‘Well, I had an ulterior motive actually, see I rented this movie as a truce between me and House, he laughed at me and slammed the door. My next stop would’ve been home, but I remembered you said you liked the movie, so…here I am,’ Wilson rattled off an entirely plausible explanation.
She laughed, glancing at the video he had in his hand, she closed the door. ‘Good enough for me.’
She set the movie up, and curled up on the couch, watching the opening credits. His story is entirely plausible; he could’ve tried making peace with House. It’s not as awkward as I thought it might have been though, bad sign.
‘Something wrong?’ He spoke through her thoughts.
‘No, I was just thinking about the strange week we’ve all had, and how you tried to mend the fences with House using a Jane Austen movie,’ she laughed.
‘Worth a try right? I really do want to mend things with House, but you seemed so stressed today and you said you liked this version,’ Wilson confessed.
‘Thank you,’ she smiled softly before turning back to the film.
Her thoughts kept returning to Wilson throughout the movie, it was hard enough to concentrate at work these days, and now she was hardly watching her favourite movie. Granted having watching ‘Mansfield Park’ nearly 30-odd times, she should know it by heart now. Next to her she felt Wilson shudder.
‘What?’
‘Their father was screwing the help in India,’ was his explanation.
‘So?’
‘He’s so - he’s so…old,’ Wilson cringed again.
She laughed. ‘When you put it that way...’ She shuddered.
The movie began to wind down, creeping closer to her favourite part. Grinning from ear to ear as the mother commented about them finally taking the leapt, Wilson groaned. Muttering something to himself about them taking forever getting there. She stretched her limbs before facing him with a bright smile.
‘Did you like it?’
‘It was…girly,’ he responded.
‘It wasn’t that girly!’
‘Hate to break it to you, but it was…extremely girly. So girly, that I should get checked out, I might start turning into one!’
She threw a cushion at him. ‘I hate you!’ She laughed.
‘Ah, but I still brought your favourite movie, so that hate lasts…oh…five seconds,’ he grinned counting down five seconds. ‘So, I should get going.’
She glanced at the clock. ‘Yeah, it’s nearly midnight. Thank you, for the movie, I really needed that.’
‘My pleasure,’ Wilson grabbed his coat. ‘And it wasn’t that girly, there were some manly parts.’
‘Funny,’ she grinned letting him out. ‘Goodnight James.’
‘Goodnight Allison,’ Wilson smiled before walking down the corridor.
She closed the door and leaned against the wood. She was in trouble, very big trouble. In one week her eyes had been open to a new side of Wilson, a side she just realised she liked way too much. A side that without a doubt was probably the most well known around the female hospital staff, and a side that she knew would eventually hurt her. But who was she kidding? No man had ever brought around her favourite movie without an ulterior motive before, come to think of it, no man had ever watched her favourite movie with her; not even Brian.
A soft knock behind her, found her face-to-face with Wilson again. A snow-clad, drenched Wilson. ‘Snowing?’
‘Blizzard, sorry but can I crash here tonight? My car’s completely covered.’
‘Sure, I’ll set the couch up,’ she let him in for the second time tonight.
She handed him some of Brian’s old clothes, while she made a new brew of coffee. Once dressed Wilson helped her make the coffee, their fluid motions reminded her faintly of her once happy times with Brian. The nostalgia made her realise how dangerous tonight could really be. Sitting back on the couch, now Wilson’s bed, found her thinking hard about the situation. Nothing will happen, you know he won’t try anything with you, you work for House and last he knew you had a thing for House. Why the hell are you arguing with me? I’m not the one mentally undressing the guy!
‘Something is bothering you,’ Wilson chuckled.
‘Nothing is bothering me.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Absolutely, just tired I think…I might head off to sleep. I hope the couch is comfortable enough for you, if it’s not then wake me,’ she smiled, leaving Wilson to sleep.
She was unusually comfortable about Wilson sleeping in her apartment. Perhaps it’s just something that comes with a close friendship, they were close, and they had a friendship. Even if I begin feeling stronger feelings for him, at least I have his friendship again. Monday can come and I know which side I’ll be choosing. And possibly which side I will want to be with for awhile, if only I can keep my feelings in check.
Monday was hell, Wilson’s office needed repainting and fixing after a patient went crazy over his diagnosis. Wilson was still shook up, and Cuddy had set him up in Diagnostics, he was sharing an office with House. Fighting and bickering came from the office and she’d had enough. By Wednesday, she had taken over an exam room and was slowly working through her work when Wilson walked in accidentally.
‘Oh sorry, thought this one would be empty,’ he went to leave.
‘You can stay if you lock the door and don’t shout at me,’ she smiled softly. ‘I’m escaping too.’
‘I’m really sorry about House and my arguing,’ Wilson tried apologising.
‘Don’t be, it was bound to happen eventually,’ Cameron shifted over, giving him room for his stuff. ‘Seeing any patients?’
‘Yeah, I have two coming, is that OK?’
‘As long as they don’t mind me in here, knowing House he watched you walk in and if I walk out he’ll think I’ve chosen a side.’
‘Side?’ Wilson asked. ‘He’s made you choose sides?’
‘Yep, Foreman is with you and Chase is with him,’ she explained signing another report.
‘And you’re with House?’
‘Nope, not going to choose,’ she moved to the other side of the exam room, placing down the report and grabbing another. ‘There’s no point in choosing a side. If I choose him, everyone will think I still like him. If I choose you House will think I like you. So if I choose neither…I can’t get labelled.’ She sat down.
‘Don’t worry, I won’t label you if you choose House,’ Wilson had smiled.
They worked peacefully the remainder of the week, laughing and talking in the sanctuary of the exam room. Friday was met with a deafening silence. House wasn’t talking to her, not since she’d moved out of the office area. She was there for his deferential, but she disappeared afterwards. Screw him, if he thinks I’m going to stay and listen to him whine about Wilson. She packed up ready for the weekend, as she was walking out House stopped her.
‘You have until Monday.’
‘What?’ She stared at him.
‘You have until Monday to choose a side,’ He stated.
‘I’m not choosing a side in your little war game House, it’s childish and ridiculous!’ She glared at him. ‘I won’t choose.’
‘Traitor,’ he sneered.
‘Get a life House, seriously.’
She left him in the foyer of the Clinic with a grin spread across her face. By the time she had reached her apartment she was not grinning. Not even slightly. Walking from her car to the opening of the apartment building some jerk not only leered at her, but had the audacity to state, ‘I think we should have sex, it would benefit humanity’! I know one way of benefiting humanity, and it involves a bottle of free meds for said jerk.
Curling up on her couch she sighed, it had been a long week. House was unbearable; thank god she’d gotten over that crush! The odd thing was that she’s spent so much time with Wilson; well James, he’d asked her to call him that after Thursday. It was weird, and felt like some kind of power play, or he was flirting; which was OK by her standards, but bad. He was certainly one of the people she worked with that she could happily fall for. If this war wasn’t over soon, she’d be spending a lot more time with Wilson, not that she’d mind that necessarily, she did however, mind falling for him. She minded a great deal about that. But that would wait, wait until she answered the door.
‘Wilson! I mean James,’ she felt the blush rising.
‘Sorry to drop in like this,’ he was smiling nervously.
‘No, no problem, what’s wrong?’ she stepped aside to let him in.
‘Well, I had an ulterior motive actually, see I rented this movie as a truce between me and House, he laughed at me and slammed the door. My next stop would’ve been home, but I remembered you said you liked the movie, so…here I am,’ Wilson rattled off an entirely plausible explanation.
She laughed, glancing at the video he had in his hand, she closed the door. ‘Good enough for me.’
She set the movie up, and curled up on the couch, watching the opening credits. His story is entirely plausible; he could’ve tried making peace with House. It’s not as awkward as I thought it might have been though, bad sign.
‘Something wrong?’ He spoke through her thoughts.
‘No, I was just thinking about the strange week we’ve all had, and how you tried to mend the fences with House using a Jane Austen movie,’ she laughed.
‘Worth a try right? I really do want to mend things with House, but you seemed so stressed today and you said you liked this version,’ Wilson confessed.
‘Thank you,’ she smiled softly before turning back to the film.
Her thoughts kept returning to Wilson throughout the movie, it was hard enough to concentrate at work these days, and now she was hardly watching her favourite movie. Granted having watching ‘Mansfield Park’ nearly 30-odd times, she should know it by heart now. Next to her she felt Wilson shudder.
‘What?’
‘Their father was screwing the help in India,’ was his explanation.
‘So?’
‘He’s so - he’s so…old,’ Wilson cringed again.
She laughed. ‘When you put it that way...’ She shuddered.
The movie began to wind down, creeping closer to her favourite part. Grinning from ear to ear as the mother commented about them finally taking the leapt, Wilson groaned. Muttering something to himself about them taking forever getting there. She stretched her limbs before facing him with a bright smile.
‘Did you like it?’
‘It was…girly,’ he responded.
‘It wasn’t that girly!’
‘Hate to break it to you, but it was…extremely girly. So girly, that I should get checked out, I might start turning into one!’
She threw a cushion at him. ‘I hate you!’ She laughed.
‘Ah, but I still brought your favourite movie, so that hate lasts…oh…five seconds,’ he grinned counting down five seconds. ‘So, I should get going.’
She glanced at the clock. ‘Yeah, it’s nearly midnight. Thank you, for the movie, I really needed that.’
‘My pleasure,’ Wilson grabbed his coat. ‘And it wasn’t that girly, there were some manly parts.’
‘Funny,’ she grinned letting him out. ‘Goodnight James.’
‘Goodnight Allison,’ Wilson smiled before walking down the corridor.
She closed the door and leaned against the wood. She was in trouble, very big trouble. In one week her eyes had been open to a new side of Wilson, a side she just realised she liked way too much. A side that without a doubt was probably the most well known around the female hospital staff, and a side that she knew would eventually hurt her. But who was she kidding? No man had ever brought around her favourite movie without an ulterior motive before, come to think of it, no man had ever watched her favourite movie with her; not even Brian.
A soft knock behind her, found her face-to-face with Wilson again. A snow-clad, drenched Wilson. ‘Snowing?’
‘Blizzard, sorry but can I crash here tonight? My car’s completely covered.’
‘Sure, I’ll set the couch up,’ she let him in for the second time tonight.
She handed him some of Brian’s old clothes, while she made a new brew of coffee. Once dressed Wilson helped her make the coffee, their fluid motions reminded her faintly of her once happy times with Brian. The nostalgia made her realise how dangerous tonight could really be. Sitting back on the couch, now Wilson’s bed, found her thinking hard about the situation. Nothing will happen, you know he won’t try anything with you, you work for House and last he knew you had a thing for House. Why the hell are you arguing with me? I’m not the one mentally undressing the guy!
‘Something is bothering you,’ Wilson chuckled.
‘Nothing is bothering me.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Absolutely, just tired I think…I might head off to sleep. I hope the couch is comfortable enough for you, if it’s not then wake me,’ she smiled, leaving Wilson to sleep.
She was unusually comfortable about Wilson sleeping in her apartment. Perhaps it’s just something that comes with a close friendship, they were close, and they had a friendship. Even if I begin feeling stronger feelings for him, at least I have his friendship again. Monday can come and I know which side I’ll be choosing. And possibly which side I will want to be with for awhile, if only I can keep my feelings in check.