Who: Allison Cameron & James Wilson When: Late Evening May 9th Where: The Clinic House and Wilson run, later some bar. What: There’s no point in keeping a computer screen in between two friends. Drinking alcohol is the preferred method. Status: In Progress
It helped knowing she wasn’t the first person Zenner Corp had kidnapped, it was even better that she actually knew two people who had come before her. Not that Cameron has talked to House...at all, it was Wilson who helped her come around to the idea that this situation wasn’t a hallucination. It’s not even House’s attempt at one last joke on the team to trick them all into coming back to work. Really, how was House not a part of this? He could easily get someone to pretend to be Batman.. but Vegas, yeah, House wouldn’t set all this up. He would be too busy going to the strip clubs.
Like Cameron didn’t have enough crazy to deal with now she has to get used to the idea that they’re from the future. House is clean and healed completely, and Wilson… has been through so much. If House tried to tell her anything about being from the future she wouldn’t have thought twice about it being true. James Wilson wouldn’t mislead anyone, and he certainly wouldn’t lie about losing someone he loved, someone at working committing suicide or House in an insane asylum. It was a lot to take in... a lot. She wanted a drink or two, to put her mind at ease if even just a little. Normally she would need a social occasion to drink but it counts if she invited Wilson, right? She found herself wanting to see him face to face, alcohol or no alcohol. Wilson had lost someone and she wasn’t there to lean on. Even in the future it sounded like she was too busy with the ER and other things to be there for her colleague, and friend. Who was this girl? Cut-throat Bitch is what House called her. What was she like? How long has it been? Is Wilson really doing ok now? Talking on the computer wouldn’t suffice to see how he’s doing. How House could stand barely having any contact with patients she couldn’t understand. You learn more about someone when you can meet with them in person, their body language, the way they talk and the things they talk about. Emails, texts and forums felt so... impersonal. Especially with such sensitive subjects like he was getting into.
When she first ventured out of the place she was being held Cameron noticed the clinic across the street. It looked nice from what she could see without entering through the doors. However the Dr. Gregory House on the building had kept her from going into it to try and convince them they needed her on their team. Now she found herself standing on the other side of the glass. It’s amazing what you can do with the access to an unlimited amount of money. The clinic was warm and inviting, enough to tug at her heartstrings that she wouldn’t be able to practice for as long as she would be in Vegas. No way would she be able to pull something like this off. Her place was in patient care, not sitting behind a desk worrying about how to run a practice.
Wilson and House haven’t done that bad for themselves. But by the looks of things, even with all the money Cameron could tell they have been in Vegas for awhile. Things were looking up, maybe she wouldn’t have to go back home and face everything Wilson had told her a little about online. Working in the ER would be nice, the hustle and bustle, actually knowing what’s going on. Simple broken bones, illnesses, and auto accidents. There would be no puzzles in the ER and if there was she would have to pass it on to House. Maybe that’s why she’s not feeling an urgency to get back home and continue her career at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. It only saddened her that Tuesday came and went with no reminder from Chase that he wanted a relationship with her. He never missed a Tuesday, not that this was his fault.
Checking her watch, she still had a few minutes before Wilson should be done for the night. As much as she wanted to keep looking around she took a seat in the lobby to wait for him.