So Plush Panda and I have switched to co-writing something new and it was just too good not to start sharing with you all. I'll be posting it in RP form, 5 replies at a time, no matter how long/short those replies are or where they end at. It just easier to do it that way. We're a bit slow at typing this, so it could take time between updates - and there's potential we could stop mid-story if we get bored...but we still have to share!

I won't be telling you who is playing who again. Feel free to make guesses, but you'll just have to settle for not knowing. It's more fun for us to watch you speculate. Bahaha.

Disclaimer 1: I do not own House MD or any of the characters. If I did, it'd be nothing but Cadley!
Disclaimer 2: This fic is equally co-written between RABIDNAR and PLUSH PANDA with ideas taken from another co-written story between RABIDNAR and JBLOVESSHARKS. If you haven't read their stories, I highly suggest them! Restrictions (Plush) and Family (JB) are my two fav stories on the site.

Anyway...Here are the first 5 replies. Enjoy!

"Remy, please tell me you cleaned your room," Cuddy stated, stopping in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. "You don't want someone coming to live in it while it looks like a disaster happened." The woman had been on a cleaning rampage for the last several weeks, ever since she had convinced House to let them foster a child. She was like the Tasmanian Devil with a dustbuster, according to Remy. Nearly every room in the house had been completely redone, benefiting Remy because she had been begging to have her room completely changed for the past three years.

"Hmph," the seventeen year old grunted, rolling from her back over onto her stomach on the living room floor. "I put the clothes in the hamper." She raised her feet in the air and kicked them back and forth, trailing her finger across the floor as she tried to lure the calico kitten out from under the couch. Her dirty clothes were now shoved under the bed, which was only a few feet away from the hamper, so close enough.

"And you better have brought the dishes down that you and Lawrence had up there last night," Cuddy added. She pointed her finger at the girl and shook her head. "You're getting your clothes wrinkled on the floor."

Remy snickered as Kutner's first name was used. "Mom, I got it," she said, pushing herself onto her hands and knees before getting to her feet. She straightened out her shirt then raked her fingers through her blond hair to push the purple streak away from her face, smirking at her mother's disapproving look. Apparently t-shirts that said 'I Do My Own Stunts' and had stick figures on fire on them weren't appropriate when meeting with social workers and potential new family members. "I got it," she repeated, trying to reassure the woman as she made her way back into the kitchen.

From what she knew, the girl and social worker would be arriving any minute, so her bedroom was clean - for the most part. She climbed the stairs and made her way into the room to make sure she hadn't missed anything that could potentially get her grounded. She was still on probation from two weeks before when she and Kutner broke one of the downstairs windows. Unknowing what style her new room companion would like, she went for something modern with a simple blue and white theme. The lofted beds were a tad childish, but Cuddy had insisted on getting bunks so there would be more room to keep their things.

"Mom, it's clean, I swear!" she called toward the stairs, scanning her dresser, the nightstand, and the floor.

"Sweetheart, please use your inside voice!" Cuddy called back, causing the teenager to scowl. "And come back downstairs before your cat tears up the couch!"

"Gus, no!" Remy shouted, spinning around on her heels and jogging back down the stairs. She grabbed the kitten around the waist and quickly scooped him up before he could pounce and dig his claws into the fabric - again. "You're so bad," she whispered in his ear, unable to help but grin as he craned his neck to look at her and made a mewing noise.

"Remy, stop yelling," Cuddy warned her again, walking back into the room. "What's Allison going to think of you if you're running around like you've gone insane?"

After a moment of staring at her, Remy shrugged and walked over to the couch to settle down. "I dunno," she stated simply. "Better than what she'll think of me when Kutner is here," she whispered to Gus, kicking at the floor. She had to admit she was anxious to meet the girl. She had been an only child all of her life, including when she had lived with her real parents. It would be a nice change not to be alone while her parents were at work. They didn't allow her to have boys over unless they were home - and all of her friends were boys. Leaning her head back against the couch cushion, she raised the kitten above her head then brought him down and brushed noses with him. He squirmed away and curled up half on her shoulder and half on the back of the couch, purring in her ear as she turned her head to watch the door and wait.

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Cameron slouched in her seat, idly watching the passing houses and front yards. The scenery had changed from mind numbing to boring to mediocre, so they had to be close. A quick glance at the GPS confirmed her suspicions, telling them that they were a total of five minutes away.

She sighed quietly. It was hard not to feel like she was an unwanted object that was shipped from one place to another. She knew it was hardly her fault. Her parents had died during what had been labeled by her previous and first foster mother as the 'tragic happening.' They could call it whatever they wanted, but it was still a car accident. Despite it being called all kinds of roundabout names, her foster mother had helped her through some of the drama with unrivaled patience. Or, well, it was probably just patience because she knew Cameron wouldn't be around forever. She was married to a man who was around so little that she forgot his name already, so that left her feeling like something to entertain the lonely wife.

Whatever the circumstances, she was grateful to Ana for as long as it lasted. From the stories she heard via friends, books and TV, she could've been much, much worse off. Besides, maybe it was better that she was a mess with the understanding, though temporary foster mother. This way she could be less of a mess for the next family and start off with a better impression. In fact, further grieving could wait until after she was assured a steady base.

She straightened up in her chair and rested her forehead against the window, squeezing her eyes shut briefly to block out any memories of her parents.

"Nervous?" the social worker, Janine, asked, her eyes never leaving the road.

Glad for the interruption, Cameron turned her attention to the graying, tired-looking woman, swallowing the tightness in her throat. She hadn't known Janine for long, but apart from the strictly professional attitude, she seemed okay. "Just tired," she answered, rubbing at one of her eyes demonstratively, well aware that she just gave the answer that was universally known as 'I don't want to talk about it.'

Janine nodded distractedly. "Well, you better wake up, we're almost there." She parked the car in one of the parking spaces. The woman proceeded to turn off the GPS that blared they had arrived at their destination. "Is there anything you need before going in there?" The way she asked made it sound more like a routine question than anything else.

"I, um." Cameron looked around, caught off guard by the question. Her eyes came to a halt on her lap. Nothing came to mind, so she raised her gaze to the woman again. "How do I look?"

"Like I'd want to adopt you." Janine shot her a small smile, which Cameron attempted to mirror. The social worker didn't comment on the pathetic excuse for a smile as she unfastened her seatbelt and got out of the car. "Come on, you've got people to dazzle."

Right, no pressure, Cameron thought, starting to get slightly nervous. She knew what to expect, they had told her as much, but being told wasn't the same as actually experiencing it. Pushing aside further thoughts about possible disappointments and other worst case scenarios that involved burning down the house, Cameron got out of the car and jogged to catch up to Janine as soon as she realized she was already halfway to the house. Apparently, she was as eager to get it over with as she appeared to be.

"Ready?" Janine asked, her actions contradicting her implied patience as she rang the doorbell.

Cameron gulped in response and nervously started straightening out her shirt. A few seconds later the door flung open to reveal an intimidating, tall man. He didn't seem to acknowledge the social worker, his attention solely focused on the blonde.

House's eyes flickered down to the way she had gripped the hem of her shirt, and he turned his head and shouted into the house. "Delivery!"

Cameron barely managed to cover up her cringe at the exclamation.

"You'll have to excuse the mess," House stated, finally shooting Janine a smile. It seemed exaggerated and fake, but inviting nevertheless. He took a step to the side, making room for the two to enter the house. "Usually we're able to eat from the floor," he elaborated, making a jab at Cuddy's borderline neurotic behavior about keeping the rooms clean.

Cameron took the invitation and stepped inside, acting like she was ever so distracted by the new surroundings. The man made a strange impression on her, but he seemed mostly harmless.

"That's quite alright," Janine responded, chuckling at the joke. She followed Cameron's example and entered the hallway, allowing House to close the door behind her.

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Remy was glad her anxiousness and nervousness canceled each other out and ended in patience because it seemed to take forever for the doorbell to ring. She had lifted the kitten from her shoulder and placed him in her lap, gently stroking his fur as she waited. He purred contently, occasionally reaching out a paw to bat at her fingers on her other hand as she tapped them on her leg. Dinner was in the oven and she was just beginning to smell lasagna wafting through the air. Her stomach growled and she began wishing she could turn time forward so Allison would be there and they could have something to eat.

"Mom, where is-" Remy was cut off as the sound of chimes echoed through the house. Her eyes flashed toward the door and she sat up straighter on the couch, shifting Gus so he was beside her. He mewed for a moment before entertaining himself with a loose string on one of the cushions.

"That must me them," Cuddy announced, walking back into the living room. She shot Remy a glance out of the corner of her eye. "Behave," she pleaded, finding it hard not to smirk as Remy saluted her in response. "Where is your-"

"Delivery!"

Cuddy froze. "He didn't..." she stated with a sigh. Apparently all day of letting him know she would answer the door went in one ear and out the other, as did most things with House.

Remy pulled her feet up onto the couch and hid a smirk with a fisted hand. She remembered her first impression of House quite well and it had scared her into following Cuddy around the house for at least a week. After that, she realized his bark was worse than his bite and decided to be a smartass right back - much to Cuddy's dismay. "Maybe you should have just stood there and waited," she suggested, her smirk turning into a grin. "I feel bad for her already; being introduced to Dad first."

Cuddy ran her fingers through her hair then straightened her shirt. Maybe she should just start ignoring Remy's behavior and plead with House to behave more often. She left the living room and entered the hall, refusing to look at House so her smile wouldn't turn into an annoyed scowl like it often did at the hospital. "You must be Allison," she stated, politely reaching her hand out to shake the girl's. She had already met Janine so she simply gave her a smile.

Not wanting to overcrowd the girl, Remy was trying to lean forward on the couch to peer around the corner. Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn't someone she would immediately find herself drooling over. "Damn," she whispered, trying to lean forward further. Unfortunately, Gus decided to use her as a springboard. As he pounced on her back then leapt across the living room, she fell forward and knocked her school books off the coffee table with a loud crashing noise. Muttering a few choice words, she lowered herself onto her stomach under the table and began trying to gather her papers and shove them back into the books. As much as she hoped Cuddy didn't turn to catch her lying on the floor, it did give her a better view of Cameron.

Cuddy tried to ignore the crash, hoping that it had been made by the cat and not her daughter - and that her daughter wasn't doing something stupid to fix whatever happened.

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Cameron straightened up automatically at the use of her name. She wasn't used to people using her first name. At school she was called by her last name because there was another girl in her class with the name Allison. One thing led to another, and people started thinking that her first name was Cameron. The corners of her mouth quirked upwards nervously. She found that it was a lot easier to return Cuddy's genuine smile than Janine's forced one. The woman had a pleasant aura about her, reassuring her that her (hopefully) future mother wouldn't be as blunt as House.

"Hi." She quickly wiped her hand on her jeans and shook Cuddy's hand, taking care to apply enough pressure to make a good impression. "You must be Lisa." Too casual. "Cuddy." Too formal. Quickly, a smooth recovery! "Uh, sorry, I'm not sure what to call you," she said, shooting her a sheepish smile. Her cheeks were filling with warmth, so she could only guess that she was blushing. Meeting Ana hadn't been nearly as awkward or pressuring. Back then she had practically been dragged into the dining room for lunch, skipping introductions entirely.

Cameron jumped slightly at the crash, nerves getting the best of her. Once she realized that no one seemed surprised about the noise, she peered into the living room. She caught a glimpse of a girl lying on the floor, gathering what she could only assume to be the books that made the sound. If that was Remy, she was prettier than she had imagined. Then again, she wasn't sure what she was expecting. Before she could help herself, her eyes trailed over the girls arms. No visible signs of abuse.

Her head tilted down when she realized she checked her for bruises. Way to be a paranoia, Cameron.

"Hot momma," House suggested casually. Cameron blinked in surprise and shot him a strange look, taken off guard by the comment. It took a moment, but eventually a look of understanding crossed his features. "Oh, you were talking etiquette," he said, shooting them a faux innocent smile. "Silly me." He glanced around the room in a kind of satisfied awkwardness. "I think I'll escape this awkward situation with the pretense of setting the table."

Cameron watched him hobble away after he not so subtly excused himself. Once recovered from the initial shock his response produced, she couldn't help but crack a smile. That had been funny in some twisted way. Not sure how her amusement would be taken, she did her best to seem as neutral as possible about it.

"So," Janine began, wisely ignoring House's interruption. "I trust everything is in order?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at Cuddy.

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Cuddy was about to respond when House cut in and answered for her. Of course, it had to be something that would probably make the situation even worse for the poor girl. "House," she hissed in a scolding tone, sighing as he said he was going to go set the table. "You'll have to excuse him," she told Cameron. "Eventually you'll get used to it." Or so she hoped. There were still people who never got tired of getting tired of House - like her at the hospital. Fortunately, he also had his charming side - that came out about once every four years or so. "And Lisa is fine." The only people who called her Cuddy were those at the hospital and a few of Remy's friends - like Kutner and Taub because there were terrified of her, and with good reason.

"Everything has been taken care of," she assured Janine with a smile. She had checked and double checked to make sure all the paperwork and what-not had been straightened out and that everything was in order. She turned back to Cameron. "If you have things with you, Remy can show you where to put them," she told her, unsure of whether or not Cameron had brought anything at all. When they got Remy, she had only brought a small suitcase with her and they had to go on a shopping spree for clothes and everything else she needed. It was rare Remy went shopping with her anymore and she felt a bit guilty that she hoped Cameron would need a trip to the mall.

She turned around and glanced into the living room, frowning when she saw Remy on the floor. God only knew what the social worker must have thought. Then again, when Remy saw her own social worker on a regular basis, she had been known for causing trouble. "Sweetheart, dinner is going to be done in about twenty minutes. You should show Allison your room."

Remy lifted her head, smacking it on the table. "Fu-reakin' table," she quickly corrected herself mid-word, glancing up to glare at the table.

"Careful," Cuddy said, giving her a concerned look.

Remy turned to face her again, placing one hand on the floor and the other on her head. "Thank you," she deadpanned, giving her a blank look. Why did mothers always give good advice too late? She carefully backed herself out from under the table then crawled around and gathered her books before getting to her feet.

She walked to the hall and stopped beside Cameron, giving her a slight smile. The girl was even more attractive up close. "Come on," she said, taking a few steps toward the stairs. "I'll show you they lock me u- I mean, our room." She winked at Cameron, ignoring Cuddy's frustrated look.