Highlights, Parenting, Seventeen…Cameron frowned at the stack of magazines in the waiting room. She had snagged a People a few moments ago, but it was about six years old. God she hated waiting rooms. The one good thing about being a doctor had been that she had never had to wait. She could usually take care of things herself and when she couldn't, there was always professional courtesy from the other doctors who worked in her hospital.

But not anymore, after about a year of being back home she had reached her limit on being able to pretend that Chicago was actually still her home. She may have grown up there, but her old friends weren't still her friends and she certainly didn't need to be that close to her parents any longer. So, she had packed all her things back up, which wasn't that much considering the majority of her stuff was still in storage in Princeton (which she took as another sign that New Jersey was her home now), and come back. Then while unpacking her last box, she'd heard a pop and pain had rippled through her arm. Obviously she couldn't just stroll into Princeton Plainsboro, so she'd found a family practitioner in the yellow pages, made an appointment, and here she was.

Or, well, here she had been. For about thirty minutes she had been sitting in the waiting room trying to distract herself from the pain radiating down her arm. She knew it wasn't anything serious, but she would need some pain meds and quite possibly a prescription for physical therapy, and the FDA didn't quite approve of doctors prescribing themselves narcotics.

Throwing the six-year-old People back onto the table with her good arm, Cameron scanned the room. She spotted about seven other patients, at least three of them who had come in before her. The office she was in had three doctors, so she figured she had to be called soon.

She glanced around the room again. Two of the three women who had come in before her were with children, and only one of the doctors was a pediatrician. Ten more minutes, she told herself. It couldn't be that much longer than that.

She watched the mother in front of her coddle a sniffling toddler. The child had a red nose and a wheeze that seemed to produce a nervous twitch from the mother.

"Does she have asthma?" Cameron found herself asking. The mother looked up, obviously startled by Cameron's question.

"I hope not," the woman grimaced.

"Have you tried a steam bath?" Cameron asked, the doctor in her taking over. She hadn't been working for a few weeks now and found herself itching for patients. God, she needed a job.

"I've been too scared to put her in a hot bath. She's burning up." The mother responded. "Do you have kids?"

"No." Cameron shook her head. The woman's lips pursed into a confused grimace. "I'm a doctor." She explained quickly, not wanting to seem like a creep.

"Ah," The woman breathed out a sigh of relief. A nurse entered the waiting room, interrupting Cameron's next question. Both women stared up at the pink scrub clad nurse holding a small file. Cameron prayed it was hers.

"Caroline Reed," called the nurse. The woman gave Cameron a quick smile, before standing up, child in arms, and following the nurse. Damn.

Cameron sighed. That conversation had felt awkwardly nice. God, she was lonely. Cameron needed to find a job and get back into contact with her friends. She had yet to tell a soul in the state that she was back in Princeton due to some weird nervous energy that she didn't know she had in her before leaving Chicago.

Glancing over her shoulder, looking for the clock, Cameron noticed a woman staring at her. They made eye contact and the woman seemed to jump in her seat. Cameron recognized the brunette immediately, but wondered why she was there.

"Dr. Hadley." Cameron smiled, almost calling the girl Thirteen out of habit. She wasn't sure if she should be freaked out about seeing her or happy to run into a familiar face. However, she was never one to be awkward so she figured she would just roll with running into an ex-colleague.

Dr. Hadley smiled back nervously. Cameron quickly realized if she were to be running into any of Princeton-Plainsboro's staff, Dr. Hadley was probably the best. House would be on top of her with questions, and anyone else would probably send him after her. And well she was hoping for her old job back, she wasn't quite ready to explain herself to her ex-boss who currently worked with her ex-husband.

"Cameron? I thought you had moved. I could have sworn Chase said you were in Chicago now." Dr. Hadley seemed flustered. Cameron quickly scanned the women. Nothing seemed wrong with her. She could tell from Dr. Hadley's form fitting grey sweater that the woman wasn't noticeably pregnant and she didn't seem to have any visible embarrassing injuries. Why was she so uncomfortable talking to her?

"I moved back. Dislocated my shoulder unpacking and I'm pretty sure I pulled something too." Cameron explained.

"And you didn't want to run into House just yet at the hospital?" Dr. Hadley smiled understandingly.

"Precisely." Cameron nodded.

"Does Chase know you're back?" Dr. Hadley asked.

"No, not yet. Do you think you could keep this meeting between us?" Cameron asked. Dr. Hadley glanced at her hands before looking back up at Cameron with a nervous smirk.

"Definitely. I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about this as well." Thirteen responded, her eyes scanning the room.

"Sure," Cameron responded. She wasn't quite sure what secret she was keeping, but she didn't think she was close enough to the woman to ask.

Thirteen breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed back into her chair. "Would it be rude of me to ask why you're back?"

"No, I thought I needed to get away from here. But I guess I was wrong. Home isn't really home anywhere, I was just running from problems I didn't want to be reminded of." Cameron tried to explain as vaguely as possible. Thirteen nodded in understanding and Cameron wondered if House had spilled her secret to the team. Or maybe Dr. Hadley had bonded with Chase. Maybe that was why she was so uncomfortable around her.

"Has much changed?" Cameron asked, trying to be subtle.

"A lot has changed." Thirteen started. "Chase isn't seeing anyone though." Thirteen smirked. Cameron grinned. The woman was smarter than she had though.

"Sorry," Cameron said.

"Don't be. That would be my first question too." Thirteen grinned back. The conversation was beginning to feel more friendly and less awkward. Cameron wondered if she and Thirteen could become friends.

"So what are you doing all the way out here?" Cameron asked, deciding that if the woman was honest with her that she must be feeling more comfortable around her.

"Benjamin Hadley." Cameron's head snapped around to the nurse in the pink scrubs who'd reentered the room. She looked back at Thirteen whose cheeks had gone a light shade of pink.

"House doesn't know." She said standing up. A young boy who had been flipping through car magazines rushed over and grabbed Thirteen's hand.

"Wait." Cameron didn't quite comprehend what was going. Thirteen smiled.

"I have the same number, call me. We can get coffee and I'll fill you in on what's been going on around." Thirteen said, heading towards the nurse. "Oh and House is married."

Cameron's open jaw fell to the floor.