Disclaimer: This author makes no claim on the ownership of Dr. Gregory House and the other fictional residents of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Like the television show /House/ (and quite possibly Dr. Wilson's pocket protector), they are the property of NBC/Universal, David Shore and undoubtedly other individuals of whom I am only peripherally aware. The author is receiving no monetary benefit from her work and intends neither copyright infringement nor slight to the actual owners.
"Wake up!"
Between the shout and the heavy folder tossed onto the table, Cameron jumped. She tried to breath around the feeling that her heart was in her throat as she turned to watch House get a cup of coffee.
"We have a new case. Which means no nap time for you kiddies."
They jumped right into discussing the case, the usual suggesting and being shot down going on. Until someone got close enough to what House was already thinking that they could settle on what tests should be done. Once that was settled they all stood and started to file out of the room.
"Cameron."
She turned, curious on why he wanted to talk to her. Chase and Foreman continued on their way, better to start the tests now. "What?"
"Is something funny or amusing about this patient?"
She watched him spin his cane while he waited for an answer. "No, why?"
"You're smiling. People don't usually smile while discussing dieing patients." He gave a small thoughtful frown. "Unless it's clown...or maybe a mime."
Cameron shook her head. "It's not the patient."
House made a motion, like he wanted her to continue her explanation. "So, why are you smiling?"
She gave a small shrug and turned to the door. She gave him a brighter smile over her shoulder. "It's just that it's always like this when we start a new case. The end and middle aren't always the same, but the beginning is." And with that she left House standing there, frowning slightly at her words.