Damn! House muttered as he shook the aerosol can. It was a Sunday afternoon and he was cleaning up his place. Because believe it or not he did have standards
and needed a reasonably clean place. He continued shaking his can of Wood Polish, he was in the middle of polishing his piano when the can ran dry. He decided a
different approach to getting what was left out of the can. He placed one hand on can and one on the nozzle, he kept pulling and finally the nozzle popped off. But the force
sent the can backwards, and had just made a gash in the side of his beloved piano. After yelling out a rather large collection of colourful words, he grabbed his jacket and keys
and left his apartment. He hopped in his 'vette, and drove downtown. He pulled into a parking space at the side of the street, her recognised the car that was parked in the spot in
front of his, but couldn't figure out whose it was. With that thought aside he went into the store. It was privately owned piano store and the owners apartment was upstairs. He had
never been in there but hoped they would have something along the lines of what he was looking for. The door above the door rang as he stepped inside and he walked around
looking at the pianos, before a man in his late thirties came out the door that led to the staircase, located behind the cash desk. "Hi, can I help you?" He asked politely. "Yeah ..I um
was looking for one of those patching kits, I took a chunk out of my baby grand this afternoon." "Okay, I have…" He was cut off by the telephone. "Just one second" He said
before opening the door that led upstairs, as he did so House could hear the light and delicate sounds of the piano. Whoever was playing, was excellent. The song didn't sound very
familiar, so he guessed it was an original piece. It was full of emotion. He enjoyed listening, while the man called to someone up the stairs. "Al, can you get that?" He heard the
music stop before he heard the light creaking of someone walking on the loose floor boards above. There was muffled conversation as the man closed the door, and returned his
attention to House. He then proceeded to show House over to the shelves of patching kits, polishes and all the other stuff for piano maintenance. After a few minutes of explaining
which would be appropriate for his situation, the door behind the cash desk opened. "Jay, its for you." Called out a familiar voice, House thought for a second…..It couldn't be.
"Who is it?" Jay asked. "Mom" The voice called out before walking out from behind the door.
House was amazed, …It could be..He thought as he stared at and equally shocked Cameron. "House!?!" "Cameron.." He said. Jay looked back and forth between his sister and
the man. Cameron looked at Jay who she had just remembered was there.
"Jay.. Um this is my boss Dr.Gregory House … House this is my brother Jay Cameron" Jay extended his hand, House shook it reluctantly.
House cleared his throat, "Was that you playing??" He asked Cameron.
Cameron blushed a little, she never liked to play for anyone other than herself or her family. "Yeah" She said quietly. "You're pretty good" He said even quieter.
Cameron smirked, she was amazed he was even there in the first place let alone complimenting her. That was when House noticed the framed pictures on the wall behind the cash
desk. There were pictures of a young Cameron playing the piano at recitals or holding a trophy. "How come you never said you played?" "Well maybe you don't know me as well
as you think you do." She smiled before returning her attention to Jay. " Mom wanted to know if you were still going down next weekend?" "You are still going to be able to look
after the store for me?" He asked her back.
"Yeah." She turned back to House. "See you on Monday." She said before going back upstairs. He heard the music continue. How could he have not known, he then rethought his
opinion of how well he really knew his favourite duckling. He paid for his stuff before leaving the store. As he was driving, home he thought about how he knew her. He knew all of
her medical information as well as other personal things, but decided he didn't really know too much about her, as a person. Sure he knew her personality and certain traits. He then
went home and threw out the newly bought kit and dumped the polish. He knew what he would be doing next weekend.
