Excuse my 'English' lingo. i think you call a fringe bangs in America. It's the bit of hair that goes over your eyes. I also apologise for all the seemlessly uneeded description about what she looks like, i think i'll need it all later on and lastly this is my blanket disclaimer.

Houses office looked as it usually did in the middle of a case. The whiteboard had been scrawled all over, paper was everywhere, Chinese cartons were sat atop mounds of files and there were dozens of empty coffee cups, pop bottles and slushy cartons thrown just about anywhere. Only a single oasis of calm remained in the entire room, left that way as people were scared what would happen to them if they defiled it. Dr. Cameron's desk. Just one thing was different; a teenage girl sat in one of the sterile metal chairs staring intently at the whiteboard, you could almost see her mind spinning, pulling pieces of the difficult puzzle together. She was pretty, but in an unconventional way; very different to Cameron's supermodel-esque figure she was much closer to Cuddy's voluptuous curves and had an impressive height to complement them perfectly. Her dark brown hair fell just a few inches past her broad shoulders in waves and her fringe swept dramatically over her forehead, unexplainably straight against the rest of her hair. Her complexion was tanned and her green-blue eyes were by far her most attention grabbing feature, especially at the age of 15. Her body may have raced ahead but her face still held a little of its cherubic youth, her eyes still possessed innocence, even if it had been marred by a deep sadness that seemed to hang around her like an aura.

Her head whipped around as Cameron, Chase and Foreman entered the room

"Who are you?" Foreman asked. The same American accent as everyone seemed to have; it was really starting to grate on the girls nerves.

"Botulism" She replied unwaveringly, her soprano voice causing the three doctors to instantly become more interested. She had an English accent. Her medical diagnosis also caused them all to raise their eyebrows in surprise, at first dismissing it, then accepting it as the pieces fit together in their minds.

"She's right" Cameron exclaimed in surprise.

"Who are you?" Chase repeated but she didn't answer, only getting a faraway look in her eyes before asking quietly "Do you miss it? England?"

Chase smiled "You've got a good ear" Her piercing green-blue eyes didn't leave him, demanding an answer

"Yeah, a lot. It's a lovely place. You must miss it too. Is that where you're from?" he asked craftily trying to get even a little information from this strange girl that hadn't given them a straight answer to anything. While the men were only interested in what she was doing in their office, Cameron was by far more worried about her welfare. She had instantly picked up on the unspoken hopelessness that had seeped around the room and the girl's evasive nature reminded Cameron of when she'd first moved away after her husband had died.

"Are you okay? Are you lost?" she asked kindly, worried she might have just lost a relative and stumbled in here surrounded by a haze of grief and sorrow.

"No" She replied, not specifying if it was in answer to the first or second question "You should put them on anti toxins. Can I-" She started to ask but was cut off by Foreman "We know how to treat botulism! Who are you and what are you doing here?" but she ignored the question "Can I see the case file?" she asked again, overly enunciating each word to show her annoyance at being interrupted. Foreman was about to deny her when House entered the room.

"Let her see. It's practically her birthright after all" He teased in his typical American drawl that was a slightly more attractive sound to her ears. She visibly stiffened at the word birthright. She didn't want this, not now, not this way. "Shut up." She stated through gritted teeth. Only Cameron wondered what had caused the sudden change in demeanour. "What you don't want people to find out that you're-" "Button it!" she cut him off angrily, suddenly coming out of her chair, it tipped backwards and landed with a clatter on the floor, startling them all.

"Don't hurt me, I'm a cripple" House said and started to limp back to him office before turning around with speed that surprised everyone in the room and shouted "Cuddy's niece!" she could almost hear the collective intake of shocked breathe even though it wasn't there. No one knew much about their superior's private life but House's team were sure they would have heard about a niece coming to stay.

"Which leads me to the inevitable conclusion that there's a big family scandal going on here" House finished after leaving a significant amount of time to take in the ruins of the live grenade he'd just thrown into the middle of the room. He was obviously desperate to share his theory so the girl decided to indulge him. Her secret was out now after all. "Go on then. What lead you to your Einstein-ish discovery?" House was all too happy to oblige. But Chase cut in before he could begin his tirade, "Well she correctly diagnosed the patient with botulism and I'm not actually that interested in listening to your twisted theories about her past so I'm gonna go and give him treatment now" before leaving the room. She suddenly felt very alone, surrounded by people that had no idea how different America was from her birthplace; her homesick thoughts were very quickly cut off by House's reason behind his theory.

"Well you're obviously avoiding her seeing as you're in here and not sitting in her office talking to her like an excitable little stuffed animal, it's also 10 am and judging by your incredibly neat appearance you haven't been here long and the well concealed bags under your eyes say you're still suffering from jet lag. Conclusion, you haven't been in the country long so you wouldn't have had a lot of time to catch up. Even if you knew of her and just lived in a different continent you would be happy to see her at some point, so what are you doing sitting in a room full of strangers? Next conclusion; you don't actually know her, she didn't know you existed but you're her niece so you must be the daughter of her only sister which doesn't make sense as you're English and she only has 1 sibling she knows of. Final conclusion, she didn't know your mom/dad had even been born so you're her shiny new family member she has to look after because you're parents went and kicked the bucket-"

"House!" Cameron scolded him, she had know right from the moment she met this mystery girl she had lost someone important and that hardly seemed an appropriate way to bring up the subject. She was about to berate him further but was cut off by the slow, sarcastic applause coming from the girl.

"Well done, spot on. Killed in a car crash 3 months ago, adopted at a young age by my 'grandparents' who are close family friends with Lisa's mum. She shipped my mum over there when she had just been born because she felt she was too young for a child. Nobody else wanted me so they brought me here to live with my 'Auntie'. A woman I've never met and don't intend on getting to know. Any more questions?"

House remained silent but Cameron had one last enquiry, Foreman stayed silent in the background.

"What's your name?"

"Martha" She offered simply but house wasn't satisfied. Was he ever?

"You're gonna need a last name if you're hanging around here. Unless you want me to call you Cuddy mark two." She threw him a filthy look, but never the less told him

"Johnson. I'm Martha Johnson."

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