Life has been crazy recently so I decided an outlet was needed. Haven't written FF in forever and have never done a House FF but my brain had a story.

No Beta, sorry all mistakes are mine. I also I don't own anything House.

The story is complete and chapters will be put up every few days as I clean them up.

Story picks up right after the Mayfield Episodes. Day 0 is when House entered Mayfield, my math puts House leaving Mayfield at 3 months-ish.

Enjoy

3 Months 3 Days Morning

House unlocked the door to his condo. 3 months he had been gone and his leg freaking killed him. Flicking on the light switch he easily threw his stuff haphazardly towards the couch. He was driven by pain he needed something ANYTHING to make the pain go away.

House couldn't get the pain to stop.

The cooking had helped for a bit but his mind was already over that fix. His body craved something.

Needed something to make the pain go away, quickly making his way to his closet he found what he was looking for in a shoe. Release. A simple release.

No! House stopped. Pill bottle in hand. He hadn't gone through that much trouble to get lost now. Think, think, think. Looking around his condo he's eye looked for anything.

There on his coffee table, his laptop. Kutner had that site he created for second opinions. Closing his hand tightly around the bottle of pills he closed his eyes for a second, Kutner.

Before he knew it the pills were shoved in his pant pocket and he was hobbling towards his computer. Opening it up he was surprised it still had power being that it wasn't plugged in. Quickly typing into Google he found a search full of what he was looking for.

House couldn't help but notice something was off as he was reading through the results. He took a deep breath and he could smell, what was that, vanilla? Honey? Cameron? He took another breath. He expected stale, musty, hell anything but something feminine. Finding a consult that paid $25,000 he read the symptoms and worked through the puzzle easily coming up with the answer, Fabry disease.

His leg felt, better. Huh. Closing the laptop he looked around the room and couldn't help but notice how clean and tidy everything was.

Nothing was answering his question to the smell. He didn't remember much of the day he left but he knew he didn't leave it in this state. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he called the one person that would hold the answers.

"Wilson" the man on the other end answered sounding a bit distracted.

"My apartment is clean."

"I had my maid stop by." Well that explained the clean but not the smell. "Why are you at your place?" Wilson asked with concern.

"It smells like a girl." House stated simply. Wilson sighed. "I needed something from my place. Now why does it smell like a girl?"

"I had Cameron handle your mail." House moved around his condo more and sure enough there on his table by the door was his mail neatly stacked into two piles. Bills opened and with notations of 'paid' with the date by them, no girly 'G's in paid but definitely Cameron's distinctive scrawl. The other stack holding journals and other interesting pieces of mail. Looking down he could see the junk mail in the trash.

"Her answering my mail shouldn't make my whole place smell. Just my living room should smell. The whole place. GIIIIRRRRR-LY." House emphasized. He could hear Wilson pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Cameron may have stayed at your place while looking for a new apartment after."

"You let her stay in my condo after she bailed on Chase?" House stated in annoyance.

"No"

"No?" House questioned.

"No, I didn't let her stay in your place." Wilson stated.

"But you just said."

"I said." Wilson paused to collect his thoughts. "I said Cameron may have stayed at your place. I didn't say that I let her. She was already there when I thought to actually check on your place." At that moment House knew that Cameron used his "hidden" spare key. He really needed to find a new spot for that.

"So you let her continue?"

"I figured it would help you out. Think of it as a sublet."

"What?

"You know sublet, when you let someone."

"I know what a sublet is Wilson."

"She was paying all your bills. She needed a place to stay and she was honestly doing me a favor. Even if I didn't ask for the favor." House thought for a second then decided to drop it. It would explain how everything was kept up while he had been gone.

"She have a new place?" Oddly enough he hoped not but by looking around he knew the answer already.

"Yes."

"Fine."

"House?" Wilson spoke again before House could hanging up. "Don't forget your appointment with Nolan this evening."

"I know mom." House whined and closed his phone. Taking one last look at his place he thought of the need for the familiar, always one to shy away from change. His condo was home but he wasn't ready to be in here alone. The familiar scared him, the idea that Cameron had been staying in his place calmed him, which should say a great deal about his 'relationship' with her but he chose to ignore.

House hadn't heard or seen anyone except Wilson, Cuddy and Foreman since being back and the ladder two was only briefly. None of the ducklings old or new had visited him, not that he wanted them too. House knew nothing of why Cameron and Chase decided not to marry in the end. He was curious but Wilson was keeping close lipped about everything, all he knew was that Cameron stood Chase up at the altar, even if he was still working it had been three months; the gossip mill has moved on.

Opening the door to his condo to leave he noticed a certain brunette turned, blonde now dirty blonde starting to unlock the door across the hall.

"Cameron?" House said quietly in disbelief. She was obviously startled by hearing her name but turned slowly around shifting the grocery bags in her hands at the same time.

"House? I didn't realize you were back home; Wilson said you were going to stay with him for." House rolled his eyes knowing Cameron was about to ramble.

"Thanks." House said simply which quickly knocked Cameron's speech to an end. She looked at him confused; she had heard him say thanks before, he was sure of it. "For," he waved his hand towards the door of his condo. "You know, everything." Cameron stood there baffled. "Cameron close your mouth it's just a thanks not a declaration of love or telling you I'm dying."

She nodded her head and gave a quiet "You're welcome." At that moment one of her many bags managed to slip from her hands making a quick fall towards the ground. House skilled in many things with his cane quickly swung it up in time to somehow loop one of the handles around the end of his cane before it could crash to the ground.

"Cool" House said with a slight grin on his face. "You know, there isn't a contest for how many bags of groceries you can carry at one time." House added with a smirk.

"It looks like it's going to start raining any second." Cameron stated simply with a shrug before turning her attention back to unlocking her door so she could get the groceries out of her tired arms. With a click the door swung open wide and she quickly dropped the groceries just inside before reaching back towards House and grabbed the last bag off the end of his cane.

A big boom of thunder rolled through and House remembered that he brought his motorcycle. He closed his eyes dreading his choice for a second before remembering the fact that Cameron was standing in the hallway of his Condo complex.

"New place is right across the hall from my place?" House questioned. Cameron had the decency to blush.

"Not on purpose. I'm assume by the Thanks that you know I was staying in your place after." Waving her hand in the air "you know. Anyways while staying in your place Mrs. Fitzburger passed away and her children were every eager to cash out on mom. I asked them how much they wanted to sell it for, and countered, they countered, I gave my original offer I told them that with no agent they get more money, they accepted." She shrugged her shoulder. "The rest is history. The location is near the hospital and it has all the room I need; moved in four days ago." She turned back towards her place before turning around. "You want dinner? It's raining and I assume you brought the bike."

"Dinner? It's 9am."

"House." She answered simply in exasperation. Oh yeah, ER.

House walked into Cameron's apartment, free food was free food after all.