Hello, people! This is a very random, very humerous little fic that I've been wanting to write for a while. Pretty much, I read a fic where Cameron had a daughter and House found out and then I wanted to write a kid fic. So out came this. Please, give it a chance before you think just another child fic with a Mary-Sue girl. It really isn't. And you'll find out why later! And for those of you who have read Stalking You Always, yes, I love the colors black and purple. So what? Nyaa!

I really hope you enjoy it! (Told from Cameron's perspective.)

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It was an unnaturally warm, breezy morning in the usually icy month of December that I walked out to my silver Mazda. I pressed the unlock button on my keychain and was about to get into the vehicle when I noticed something lying underneath it. Was that a…Why, yes it was. A child, no more than ten, lay curled in a tiny ball next to the back left wheel of my car. I could not tell if this child was male or female.

"Umm, excuse me." I cautiously moved closer to the child. When he (?) still did not move, I opted for gently prodding him in the shoulder with my gloved finger. I couldn't just leave him there under my car. Not only did I have to get to work, what was a mere CHILD doing out on my driveway at 7 A.M. in the middle of winter? Snow coated the ground for God's sake and here the child lay, huddling for warmth in nothing but blue jeans and black hoodie.

"Wake up, sweetie." I cooed. One more poke and he finally opened his eyes. Upon seeing me, he instantly jumped up, bashed his head on my car, crawled out, and glared at me.

"Who the hell are you?" The voice was that of any normal ten-year-old, it could be either a young boy or a young girl. And, of course, the clothing gave no indications. What was the gender? It bugged me more than it should have.

"My name is Allison. Allison Cameron. Who are you? And why were you sleeping under my car?" The child began to twirl a lock of shoulder length black hair, as if nervous, and then suddenly glared at me with the most expressive eyes I've ever seen. I took note that they were an intense, deep purple, unnatural, yet so alluring.

"The name's Janette. And I was sleeping there to keep warm. Duh!" Well, the name certainly cleared up the gender issue.

"Where are your parents?" I carefully asked her. Her frown deepened and she looked at the ground. She then looked back at me and nodded, as if to give herself confidence.

"Well, you see, they were in a tragic accident. On our way home from a neighbor's, my mommy forgot her make-up bag and kept nagging my daddy to turn back. But when he did…Well, let's just say he didn't see the big truck coming the other way…I was sent to a foster home, but I didn't like it. So, naturally, I ran away!" She allowed herself to smile at her last sentence. Poor child, though. Such a horrible fate for one so small.

"I'm so sorry. But, wouldn't your foster home be worried about you?"

"What? No! They had twelve other kids to look after!" She stated this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I did 'em a favor runnin' away and all." She placed her hands on her hips as if she were some big hero saving the world from bad guys.

What to do? I couldn't go to work now, not after learning all this! I guess I had no choice. As the only one knowledgeable of her existence here, it was my responsibility to take care of her.

"Would you mind coming with me, please?" I motioned towards my house. She stared at me skeptically. "I promise I won't call you foster care, sweetie, I just want to get you cleaned up, okay?"

"Are you a child molester?" My eyes snapped open at that. WHAT? She asked it so nonchalantly that it caught me off guard a second. But I guess the question was to be expected. She doesn't know me. For everything she knows, I am some horrid child rapist and she's my next victim.

"No! God, no! I'm a doctor!" I didn't know why I was informing her of this, but it felt natural. "I just figured I can't leave you out here to fend for yourself while I'm at work."

"Uh-huh. Okay, Miss Rapist. I'll go with you into your house. But promise me you'll give me at least a little bit of money." I glared at her so fiercely I could have sworn she was going to take off running. But she didn't. I guess it's the nature of street rats, huh?

I turned on my heel and headed towards my house. Whether she followed or not, I didn't plan on going to work. I have no patience for those who harm animals or children and I will not tolerate being labeled as such.

Though, to my surprise, she did follow me. She closed the door to my home and plopped down on the sofa.

"So, what do you want me to do?" She gave me a sly smile. "I'm pretty good at su-"

"Stop. Right. There." I had hoped the 'joke' would end soon, but now I'm not so sure it was a joke. She looked at me like I had just denied her candy.

"What? Oh, come on! You thought I was serious? God, how gullible are you?" She shook her head. "I mean, really. Would I, a 14 year old girl, really prostitute myself so easily? No! I'd see how much you were gonna pay me first." This stopped me in my tracks and I gaped at her.

"You shouldn't prostitute yourself at all!"

"But it's so fun! And I get money!" I continued to stare at her. I was so tempted to smack her, but I restrained myself. "Besides,shouldn't YOU being calling in sick, or something?" She rolled her eyes and stared at the corner.

As I was calling House's office, she got up and looked around.

"Hello, Doctor House's office." Came the female voice of Doctor Lisa Cuddy. This startled me and my face involuntarily turned a slight shade of pink.

"Hello, Cuddy. I was just calling to tell House I couldn't work today."

"Oh. He hasn't shown up yet, but I can inform him when he does. May I ask why?"

"I have a little problem I have to take care of."

"Is this your boyfriend?!" Janette appeared right in front of me holding a picture of Chase, Foreman, and House I had managed to force them into last Christmas. She pointed at Chase.

"No. Now hush." I whispered.

"Who's that?" Cuddy's curious voice came through the phone.

"What about him?" She pointed to Foreman.

"No one." I shot at Cuddy. "No. Put that down." I scolded Janette.

"Him?!" She pointed to House. "If it's not him, then you're a lesbian!" She said this so matter-of-fact.

"What kind of logic is that? And God no." I grabbed the frame from her and held onto it. She gave me a small glare and ran off somewhere in my house.

"Like I said, I have a bit of a problem I have to take care of." Just as I said this, I heard a rather loud crash come from my kitchen. I ran in there and discovered half my dishes laying on the ground, shattered, and Janette sitting up on the counter, facing the cabinets, head turned towards me. She smiled sheepishly and let out a nervous laugh.

"Scratch that…I have a little monkey to take care of."

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