It was time for, yet, another black-tie type event at PPTH; and Alison Cameron was walking down the halls, searching for her next clinic patient.
"Cameron, um, can I talk to you a sec?" Cuddy stopped Cameron in mid-step.
"Sure, but I have a patient. Well, actually, House has a patient...but...you know the drill." She responded with a smile.
"Yeah, unfortunately I'm all too familiar with it. But, speaking of House ... he's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about."
"Umm, okay. What do you want to say? I mean, what has he done this time?" She joked, half heartedly.
"Nothing, well ... I'm sure he's done something, but I just don't know what yet." She paused, "You're not going to ask him to the Hospital Benefit, again, are you?"
"Oh, so this is what you wanted to talk to me about I assume. No, Cuddy, if it makes you feel any better, I'm not asking House to go with me."
"Good."
"Yeah. Of course." Cameron said a little more upset that she had meant.
"Honey," Cuddy put a hand on Cameron's shoulder, "I just, I don't want him to hurt you. And if you keep chasing after him, he will."
Thanks. So you think I can't handle myself? Wonderful. And I thought you were different, and not like all of them. Cameron thought to herself.
"Thanks." She said with as fake smile.
"No problem. You better get back to that patient." Cuddy said, and walked away.
Cameron stayed in the hall a few minutes longer, until she could no longer hear the clicking of Cuddy's steps down the hall. She then turned on her heel and entered a room that contained a six year old boy, with a scrape on each knee.