DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OR ANY HOUSE CHARACTERS, AND I NEVER WILL. THE ONLY CHARACTER THAT CURRENTLY IS MINE IS CAMERON'S HUSBAND.

A/N: Hi everyone! So, this is my second attempt at a Fanfic story (my first is Stab), and it is a HAMERON story because I LOVE HAMERON! Actually, this story was inspired by some weird alternative history project I had to write, but I don't think it is as bad as the project. Anyway, I'd like to see where this will go. I hope you all enjoy!

WHAT IF

CHAPTER ONE

A CHANGE IS GONNA COME

January 27, 1985

Dear Diary,

Today I am seven years old and mommy gave me this diary to write

all kinds of stuff in. I don't really know what to say, so I am going to tell you

all about what I want my life to be like. Daddy got sick with a bad belly ache,

so I have decided I want to be a doctor when I grow up so I can help people. But, I

really want to get married and have lots of kids. I want my husband to be nice

and treat me nice like daddy treats mommy. He will get a cool job and make

lots of money and he will always make sure I have something to eat. He will

help me take care of all of our kids, and he will never yell at any of us. We will

have a big wedding with all sorts of fancy things. I will be a princess that day.

Everything will be white and pink, and the cake will have Cinderella on it.

We will always be happy and we will live together forever and ever.

Thanks for listening,

Allie

THINGS CHANGE...

'Tell me again what is wrong with staying here, in Minnesota, at the Mayo Clinic place you work at now?' David Cameron was looking at his newspaper while drinking yet another cup of coffee that his wife, Allison, had made.

'There are much better job opportunities there. Either place would be much better than here. Besides, the winters here are really, really cold. Can you at least pretend to be a little bit interested in job selection, since you are coming too?' Allison Cameron asked. She was holding two large packets of paper in her hand and was reading each meticulously for at least the tenth time that week.

'Okay. I'm listening. What are the options?'

'Okay. So, there is a position available at Massachusetts General Hospital in the Immunology Department. That one's pretty good. The guy I would be working for is a good doctor, and he is pretty nice. At least that's what I heard.' She handed David the packet to look over. 'And then there is a position at Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital in New Jersey. It's a fellowship in the Diagnostics Department. I think this would be so much better because this doctor is like, the best. His name is Dr. House. What do you think?'

'I think that it is cold in Massachusetts and New Jersey also.'

'Ugghh,' Allison groaned.

'Fine. I like the Boston one better.'

'Okay...So, do you want me to call for that one first?'

'Howell offered you a position here. Call for that one.'

'David, we've been through this! I am not staying here. I am taking either one of these jobs.'

'But if we move, I will lose my radio show. Don't you care about that?'

'Does your radio show pay the bills and put food on the table with the 12,000 a year it brings in if we are lucky?'

'That's what this is about? Money?'

'Take another job and then we can stay,' Cameron crossed her arms across her chest.

'I'm not taking another job, and stop clenching.' David took another long swig of his coffee. 'Call for the Boston one first.'

'Fine.' Allison didn't want the 'Boston one' nearly as much as she wanted the fellowship with Dr. House. She had read about him. His cases were all incredible, and he solved extreme ones that no other doctor in the area could figure out. He had graduated from Hopkins, and had since become a world-renowned doctor. He was an ass (said everyone she worked with), but she wanted this job. This was the job she had pictured getting since she entered medical school. The position at Massachusetts General was good, but not fantastic. The doctor she'd be working with was good, but not the best.

'Are you going to call?' David asked impatiently.

'Um, yeah. I'll be back.' Allison walked into the bedroom, packet in hand. She picked up her cell phone and looked at the numbers. She held it in her hand, blankly staring at the buttons for a while, then had a plan. She was getting her job. Her fellowship.

She held the phone up to her ear, but no call had ever been sent.

'Hello, my name is Allison Cameron and I am calling to set up an interview for the new position available in the Immunology Department...Oh, it's already been filled...Oh no, it's okay...Thank you for your time.'

She flipped her phone shut and walked back into the kitchen.

'Got an interview?' David asked. He never took his eyes off of the comics he was reading.

'They said the position was filled already. I'll call for the Princeton one.'

'Fine.' David made a non-committal grunt and returned his full attention to his newspaper.

'I'll go call.'

'Wait,' David finally turned his full attention to her.

'Yeah?'

'Can you get me another bagel?' David asked, quickly returning his focus to the comics.

'Yeah,' Allison mumbled incoherently. She rolled her eyes and walked over to the counter to spread cream cheese on another bagel. 'Here you go,' she said sharply, roughly handing David the bit of food.

'Thanks. Oh, and I am going into work a little early to go over some stuff with Stephanie.'

'Fantastic,' Allison grunted sarcastically.

'What was that?' David asked, somewhat angrily. 'Do you have a problem with that? It's not like we're going to be here much longer.'

'If you have a problem with moving, get another job and start pulling your own weight around here.' Allison turned to leave and get ready for one of her last days of work.

'Where are you going?'

'To get changed.'

'Look, I told you the reason why I am doing my radio show. I've been given this second chance to do something I want. God gave me this for a reason. He wanted me to do something great that I want to do. Why else would he have saved me from cancer?'

This comment pushed Allison over the edge. 'Saved you from cancer! I don't know if you remember this, David, but you were not saved from anything. You never were sick! This is no 'second chance!' This is laziness. Now, I need to be the only moneymaker in this house.'

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

'Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, thanks for coming in on such short notice.' Worry was etched on the two people's faces. What if the cancer had taken a turn for the worst? This doctor was impossible to read since she never showed any form of emotion, and her voice remained the same monotonous drone no matter what she was saying.

'Is something wrong?' a young girl, hardly more than 20 asked. Her voice was unsteady, and she took a firmer grip on her husband's arm.

'No, not at all. It's good news.' Both faces seemed to light up a bit hearing the word 'good.' 'It seems that there was a mix-up in the lab. It happens once in a billion times, but your test results, Mr. Cameron, were accidentally sent to the wrong patient, and the results you received were from another patient.' Both faces looked confused, like they were trying to understand exactly what it was she was saying. 'You don't have cancer. The test was wrong. You are fine.'

'Oh my God!' Allison squealed. 'David! Did you hear that! You are fine!' She buried her head into his chest, and cried tears of joy. David was in shock, but once her words settled in, a wave of relief crashed over him and he tightly hugged his wife.

'We have checked the results again, and the mistake has been corrected. The hospital will compensate you for your medical costs. Again, I am sorry about the worry and pain we have caused you.'

'Oh, thank you. Thank you!' Allison was so happy she couldn't even think about being angry at the hospital. Her husband was fine. They would live happily together forever and ever, just like her fairy-tale.

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

'You were misdiagnosed!' she continued after a brief moment of reliving the memory of when they were told he was healthy.

'Go call your hospital. I'm leaving around noon. Don't expect me to be back until late, like past midnight.'

Allison huffed into the bedroom. She plopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling as a means to calm herself down before contacting her (hopefully) future place of employment. When she returned to her previous level of calmness and dialled the number to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. This number she had memorised.

Three rings. They were the longest three rings she had ever heard in her life. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Finally, a woman spoke at the other end.

'Hello. Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. This is Dr. Cuddy.'

'Hello. Um, my name is Allison Cameron and I am inquiring about the position available in your Diagnostics Department under Dr. House. Is it still available?'

'House's department? Of course it's available. Nobody is crazy enough to take the job, and anyone who is is gone crying in a week, tops.'

'What do you mean?'

'I mean,' Dr. Cuddy continued, 'that House is an ass who is always pulling crazy stunts and is, for lack of a better term, rude to his employees. In the past two months, he has had three different people attempt to fill the position. He has scared all three away in less than seven days each. His record was two hours. But, if you still want to take the job, I can set up an interview for you on Thursday at 4p.m.'

'Oh, that's perfect. Thank you!'

'Okay. I hope you know what you are getting yourself into.'

'I'll be fine. Thank you! Good bye.'

Cameron hung up the phone. If she wasn't so pissed about her husband, she would run into the kitchen screaming with joy, and jump him right then and there. Instead, she calmly changed into her clothes for work, sat down at the computer, and booked a flight to Princeton, New Jersey.

Her life was going to change now...she could feel it. She wanted this job so badly. Nothing was going to stop her. Nothing.

A/N: Please review. Let me know what you think!