A/N: My take of what would happen. Don't own characters. Will update all tonight since once I watch the premiere there will be no need! Enjoy!


Dr. Allison Cameron was singing at the top of her lungs, using the music to get her pumped for the day. "It just takes some time, little girl, in the middle of the ride, everything, everything will be just fine everything will be alright." She found Jimmy Eat World very inspirational. As she parked she turned down the volume so she didn't blast herself when she got back in. Then she found her picture ID and walked in to start her day.

Once she was in the office, the first to be there as always, she started the coffee and flipped through the mail.

"Anything interesting?" Nick Casablancas asked as he walked in and checked the status of the brown caffeine.

"Just started both," she told him. "A few doctors have sent us letters of referral. Perhaps we can check those out when Sam and Chloe get here."

"Sounds good, Boss."

She blushed. "How many times have I told you not to call me that?"

"In the last two years? I've lost count. But it's worth it to see you turn red."

Cameron considered herself a fair boss who didn't allow anyone to run her over and thus was proud of her team and let them know it. She contributed her nice side to genes and her bitch mode that produced results to Greg House, her mentor and ex-employer. She had done her Fellowship under the famous doctor which had opened many doors when she had finally been prepared to leave Princeton-Plainsboro. And House.

Her team had accepted two referrals today with two scheduled to arrive tomorrow. The two today had started the appropriate treatment and would hopefully be on their way to recovery. It was another plus about having worked with House- no case would ever be as complicated to her again.

Cameron left as five, yet one more plus, and, once she got home, immediately changed and vigorously attacked her treadmill. She had worked up a sweat and was about to do her cool off when her cell phone rang. She looked at the number, saw it was an old colleague and figured he would be fine to call back.

Except he didn't leave a message. He called back.

Cameron stopped her workout and answered this time. "James," she greeted. "Sorry but I was working out.

Dr. James Wilson said one work. "Allison."

She froze in the middle of reaching for a bottled water. "House OD'd," she said, certain of the news.

"Yes," Wilson said.

"I'm going to throw up," She told him feeling the hysteria cause her stomach to bubble.

"Allison, no! He's not dead."

"He's not?"

"No. But he's in a mental institution."

Now that she knew he wasn't gone Cameron got her discarded water. "For a drug addiction?"

Wilson sighed. "On his Vicoden he started hallucination, seeing people who had passed, and- between you and me- even having sex with Cuddy."

"Interesting," was all she could say, "Should I come?"

"He won't see anybody so far."

"Including you, I assume."

"You assume correctly. I just didn't know who else to call."

She sighed this time. "How long has he been there?"

"A week."

"And you're just now calling?"

"What could you have done, Cameron? You're doing great there. I didn't want to distract you."

"Is there something you aren't telling me, Jimmy?" she reverted to House's pet name for him.

"Just that I didn't think it'd be this long. But you know House. He won't do what they want him to do."

"Yes, typical House. Give me some time to organize things. I should be able to be there tomorrow afternoon."

"I can't talk you out of this?" he asked.

"I'm coming to help House," she told him strongly.

"Fine. You can stay at my place then."