Well, I'm back! Wrote this before I even posted the rest of SIHTMO. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: None of the characters from House, M.D. are mine. Anyone you don't know is mine, and you are free to borrow them. They like cookies, so just lure them over to you with a huge plate of 'em. I also have never been to most of the places they're going to, so please don't attack me.

"No." House glared at Cuddy. The ducklings were staring at her. They were sitting in the conference room, Cameron in House's spot, House (grumpy because Cameron was in his spot), Chase, and Foreman just sitting around the table. Cuddy was standing in the doorway.

"Why not?" Cuddy couldn't figure out why he's say no, though she knew that he would.

"Twenty reasons. One, why would we want to? Two, there is no way in hell I'm traveling with you. Three, there's no way in hell I'm traveling with them." He gestured to his team. "Four, I have clinic duty to catch up on. Five, I have clinic duty to make them catch up on. Six, I don't do motor homes. Seven, I don't camp. Eight, I can't talk people into giving me Vicoden if we're traveling. Eight, my DS won't charge properly in a vehicle. Nine, there's no way we'd all managed to fit in any camper. Ten, I hate bugs. Eleven..." He tried to find a reason.

"It would be too much for him to even think about having to see Chase's hair all day long. Twelve, he wouldn't have his bed to sleep in. Thirteen, he wouldn't be able to pester the poor nurses all day long. Fourteen, it's pretty hard for me to make my coffee in a camper, and he would die without it. Fifteen, he wouldn't be able to watch General Hospital. Sixteen, he would have to actually clean instead of having Wilson come over and take care of everything. Seventeen, he wouldn't be able to just sit around his home and mope all night. Eighteen, he wouldn't be able to think up enough rude and snarky things to say about us when he's stuck with us all the time. Nineteen, he wouldn't be able to take his bike along. Twenty, he would have to eat what we cooked." Cameron finished for him. Everyone was staring at her. "What? It's true! But, he would be able to have pictures of Chase drooling... And the state of his hair before he takes the time to fix it..." Chase was glaring at her.

"Yeah? Well you snore!"

"Only when I have to sleep on a desk." House pondered what Cameron said.

"But why would we do that?" Foreman looked up at Cuddy. "What's the point?"

"This isn't my idea. I was informed that this team didn't work together well enough. It was either let two of you go, or go on a paid-camping trip. That means you will be paid your usual salary for just camping."

"We don't work together well enough?" Chase scoffed. "How can we not? We pretty much just do what House says. Save lives. Is there something wrong with that?"

Cuddy sighed. "I don't know. Again, the only choice of mine was to keep two of you."

"But why do you have to come along?" Foreman asked.

"Because I'm supposed to 'monitor and examine the behaviors of the team and make sure that they are bonding and/or improving.' Not my idea."

"How long will we be camping? Will we be in tents or campers? Where are we going?" Cameron had pulled a pen and paper out of nowhere.

"I think we will be gone for two weeks. We will be in one motor home. I'm not quite sure where we're going, but it will be some remote place."

"Fine. I'm in. But I am bringing my laptop." Cameron stated. Everyone turned to look at her.

"I'll go." Chase added quickly. House glared at him.

"Fine. I'll go. But I have my own bed." House said, shocking everyone else.

"Well, I guess that leaves me. I'm in." Foreman sighed. Two weeks trapped in a motor home with House? Fun.

"Okay then." Cuddy was surprised at the fact that everyone had agreed to go, and without too many sarcastic comments from House. "We leave on Friday. You have three days. Be here seven A.M., sharp." She turned on her heel and left. You could hear the soft clicking of her heels down the hallway. House quietly grumbled something about going to do something and Foreman claimed to have clinic duty to do. That left Chase and Cameron in the conference room.

"It's Tuesday." Chase said, looking at Cameron, who had now managed to find the crossword puzzle and had put her reading glasses on.

"That it is." She filled in one of the words.

"I still like you."

"I still know." Chase stood up and left the room, knowing that he wouldn't get any more out of her. House stuck his head into the conference room.

'It's Tuesday." House called out from his office. Cameron looked up, half smiling.

"What, you like me too?"

"No, silly! You like me." He said it like it was the plainest thing in the world. "It's your turn to do my clinic duty." Cameron smiled.

"Want me to make some more coffee first?"

"Duh!" She stood up and started a fresh pot of coffee. House observed the way her shirt and pants fit, and then quickly realized what he was doing and looked away.

"Should I wear your jacket, too, or just go like this?"

"Well, considering one guy shot me, I think I'll let you be me for a while. Just don't mess up daddy's coat." Cameron picked up his coat from the couch before walking out of the room. She bumped into Chase, who was standing right outside the door.

"Oh, hey. Sorry about that." Cameron apologized.

"No problem." He noticed the coat in her hands. "Why are you holding House's coat?"

"Tuesday. Day when he makes me do clinic. Though he has me do it on other days, too." She shrugged. "He has me take his coat so if I mess up or something they come in and shoot me, not him. There's fresh coffee inside if you want any." She walked off to work on House's clinic duty, leaving Chase alone in the hallway.