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[lovely_damage]

Who: Cameron, anyone else who'd like to drop in
Where: House's office
What: Cameron tries to get ahead on sending replies to House's emails.
When: early morning, Monday, April 10th

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[dr_j_wilson]

"Uh, good morning,” Wilson replied, only mildly surprised to find Cameron sitting at House’s desk. Though in the back of his mind Wilson had hoped House would be in, he knew it was unlikely considering the early hour. He was really just there to leave House a reminder note about the interviews later in the day.

“I...I just came in to leave this,” Wilson said, walking across the desk and sticking his pre-written post-it note to the lamp, where hopefully House would see it.

It read ‘1:30pm, the mice await - JW’.

Wilson considered explaining to Cameron what that meant, but then decided it against. “Been pretty quiet around here lately, I take it,” he said instead, realising it’d probably be rude to just walk out again.

[lovely_damage]

She glanced up from the computer screen and took noticed of the post-it note first. She considered asking what it was about, but she quickly decided against it; she wasn't really sure she wanted to know what it meant. Her eyes moved from the note to Wilson himself, and she offered her usual smile.

"It's been fairly quiet, but something is bound to come up. Something always does," she said, pausing to sip her tea. "I'm trying to get a head start on the usual emails before that something comes along, whatever it is."

[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson nodded, putting his hands into his lab coat pockets, “Probably the wise thing to do. Though if I was you I’d just be enjoying the peace while it lasted, not doing House’s work for him.” Wilson looked pointedly at the computer screen, though he didn’t really have anything against Cameron checking House’s e-mail for him.

It seemed that she did do it on her own free-will, after all. If it seemed Cameron was doing it because House had coerced her in some way, Wilson probably would have had more to say on the topic.

The thought of all the work that was awaiting him in his own office filled Wilson with dread. He knew he’d have more work than usual to deal with, to make up for the time it’d take to get through the interviews. Considering that it was still early, Wilson grabbed the large tennis ball that sat on House’s desk and slumped into the spare chair. Procrastination was a finely tuned art.

“How was your weekend?” Wilson finally asked, tossing the ball between his hands, after struggling to find something to say.

[lovely_damage]

The awkward conversation amused Cameron, and she really couldn't help but smirk. "There must be work in your office you're trying to avoid," she stated, proving that she was, indeed, master of the obvious. She shrugged and resumed her typing as she spoke. "I caught up on my reading. I had a couple of books I'd been neglecting for awhile. How was your weekend? Decidedly more interesting than mine, I'm sure."

[dr_j_wilson]

For a moment there, Wilson’s paranoia levels shot up and he nearly dropped the ball before recovering himself. Of course Cameron had no idea that he had done over the weekend, Wilson told himself with a mental roll of his eyes.

“Uh, well,” Wilson said, resuming his tossing of the ball while trying to figure out how much to say - or if to say anything at all. “It was…good. I saw ‘V for Vendetta’. Not my usual type of film, but it wasn’t half bad.”

Wilson wasn’t sure what he would say if Cameron asked who he went with. Would House care if he told her they’d gone to see it together? It wasn’t like they hadn’t done something like that as friends, but House had always been a private person…. Wilson sighed silently and looked towards the window. For once, he’d love to be able to not worry about anything.

[lovely_damage]

"It got excellent reviews," she commented with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "It seems a little dark for my taste."

Oh, emails were boring. Especially the ones where the internet savvy parent copy/pasted links to web sites describing the disease he/she felt certain his/her child had. There was one that mentioned something about the plague; she saved that one, deciding House might find it amusing at best.

She glanced over at Wilson again and noticed him staring in the direction of the window. Something seemed... off. She wasn't sure what exactly, but her curiosity was quickly getting the best of her, "Everything okay?"

[dr_j_wilson]

Looking quickly back at Cameron, Wilson forced a smile, “Just thinking about all the work awaiting me,” he replied, which wasn’t entirely a lie at least. He was a little relieved she hadn’t asked who he’d seen the movie with, therefore bypassing the need for him to decide how to answer

[lovely_damage]

"I try not to think about whatever work awaits; I just jump in and try to get it over with. Thinking about it only makes it worse," she said, as she took another sip from her tea.

Sometimes she did like romantic comedies. Sometimes. She did, however, enjoy musicals but decided not to admit that in certain settings. Romantic comedies, she found, were slightly depressing while being single. Even for the golden beam of optimism, they could be a little irksome.

She shrugged and scooted the chair back from the desk just a little. Staring at the screen was already starting to hurt her eyes. "At least, being key there. I'd say more like hour, mostly because we don't have a case yet," she said, with an amused little smile. "If you came in late, whatever would the nurses do? They can't start the day without staring at you - so the rumors say."

[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson laughed uncomfortably, bouncing the ball in his hand. “Fabricated rumors I’m sure,” he said with a small smile. “Despite what House insists, I think most of the nurses see me as some kind of…” Wilson frowned, trying to search for the right word. When it didn’t come, he just shrugged, “Well, whatever it is, it’s not any kind of love interest.”

More likely that they saw him as a kindly guy who was a good listener and someone they could talk to in confidence. While Wilson didn’t like admitting it even to himself, he enjoyed having that image. He liked being useful…needed.

“Anyway, I think you’re right, sitting around thinking about work is about as bad as actually doing it. So I might as well just…go and do it,” Wilson said, putting the ball back on House’s desk and getting to his feet.