A/N: This is just something that popped into my head after watching The Night Manager recently. I thought it would be fun to throw Cameron and Dicky Roper together. So here's the result. It's not a long story, several chapters tops, but it's keeping me busy while I wait for NaNoWriMo to start next week. So there probably won't be much activity from me during that month. Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Dr. Cameron or Dicky Roper or the rest of the TNM cast.

Chapter One

The ER was busy and Cameron was in her office working when one of the nurses poked her head in.

"Dr. Cameron? We have a situation."

She glanced up. "What's going on?"

"Gunshot wound. Looks pretty cut and dry, but they asked for you specifically."

"Who's they?"

"I don't know. But whoever he is, he's very rich and has an entourage."

"I'm not a surgeon. What do they want me to do?"

The nurse shrugged. "At the very least, come down and talk to this guy. He's kinda hot."

Cameron snickered at that and closed her laptop. "Everyone's hot to you, Cecily."

"For an older guy, he's hot."

"Stop trying to set me up," she laughed as she followed the nurse to the ER.

"You're lonely and you know it."

"That doesn't mean you need to set me up with every hot guy that comes into the…." she said but stopped cold when she saw him. Whoever he was, he was a dead-ringer for House, since House was killed in a warehouse fire a few years before. Or was he?

He turned and stared right into her soul with those bright blue eyes and it felt like the whole world tilted, spun very fast and then came to a sudden halt. She placed her hands on the desk to steady herself as she felt light-headed. She didn't trust her legs not to collapse from under her so she stayed where she was.

"Hey, are you okay?" Cecily asked her as she placed a hand on Cameron's shoulder.

"Well, what do we have here?" Major Lance "Corky" Corcoran murmured as he watched Cameron enter the ER. He was also watching the reaction of his boss and best friend, Richard Onslow Roper as the man stared at her, seemingly mesmerized.

"Could this be the head of the ER?" Corky wondered aloud as he took out a cigarette.

"There's no smoking in here," one of the other doctors snapped at him.

"Sorry, old luv. I'll just be outside, Chief."

Roper ignored him as he continued to stare at Cameron, who suddenly looked very pale.

"Is she alright?" he asked Cecily with an incredibly sexy British accent. His voice was deep and commanded authority.

"I don't know. Allison?"

Cameron shook her head as if to clear it and stared back at Richard Roper like he was a ghost.

He grabbed a nearby chair and brought it over to her while Cecily helped her sit down.

"Allison?...Dr. Cameron," Cecily said in a louder voice, hoping to bring her out of whatever state she was in.

But all Cameron could think of was that it was House and he'd somehow come back from the dead...or wherever he came from, and was back to haunt her.

"Is there water?" Roper inquired.

"Over there," Cecily pointed to the water cooler. "My God...she's catatonic."

"I am not catatonic!" Cameron hissed. "I just...need a minute."

"I told you he was hot," Cecily sing-songed in her ear before Roper returned with a cup of water and handed it to her.

God, even his hands were like House's! She thought as she took the cup from him, their fingers slightly touching, and felt the spark of electricity.

It was impossible. She went to House's funeral. She saw the silver pewter urn as it sat next to a spray of flowers. However, the man standing in front of her, while he looked like House, was not House. There was an air of mystery and intrigue for sure, but in a different way. His voice, however, even with an British accent, was still deep and sexy like House's. It was all so overwhelming that Cameron closed her eyes and promptly fainted.

The next time Cameron opened her eyes, she was lying on a gurney in her own ER.

"What...what happened?" she murmured.

"That's what I'd like to know," Julie, one of the ER doctors said. "You gave us all a scare when you passed out. Your blood pressure went sky high and we thought you were going to have a stroke."

"Is he still here?"

"Who?"

"House…"

"Honey, House is gone," Julie said softly. She knew all about Cameron's relationship with her former boss, and felt sorry for her. Cameron just couldn't let him go.

"It's scary...the resemblance…"

Julie knew the picture Cameron kept on her desk of her and House, Foreman and Chase that was taken years ago one Christmas and had to admit there was a resemblance between him and the man in the ER, but it was slight. At least, in her opinion.

"What about the gunshot guy?"

"He's being taken care of, don't worry. It was clean, through and through. Klein from Plastics is closing as we speak. But Mr. Roper wants to speak to you."

"Roper?"

"The House look-alike."

Cameron shook her head violently. "Oh God...I can't…not now..."

"Okay, no problem. I don't even know why he insisted on you doing the surgery in the first place. I told him you're not a surgeon but he said something about this being the best hospital and so he wanted the best doctor. That would be you."

"What else did he say?"

"That's it. He and his…entourage are in the visitor's lounge. He won't leave until he talks to you."

"Well then he'll be waiting a long time."

"Understood. Just rest now. The Chief cleared you to go home when you're ready. Cecily said she'll drive you."

"Okay, thanks."

Julie turned to go, but Cameron called after her. "Do you think it's House?"

"No, I don't, hon. I won't deny he looks kinda like him, but he's not House. House is dead."