A/N: Written cause I have no life and a serious addiction to Hameron.
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it was House and Cameron would be together and there'd be the pitter patter of Hameron feet. =D
iPod speakers blared in a young girl's ears as she walked into Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, her converse clad feet dragged across the floor. She stood out in her hip hugging khaki cargo pants and the belly ring that worked as a divider between the pants and her rolling stones shirt. Her auburn hair was swooped up into a bun atop her head, held in place by chopsticks, "Hey. I'm looking for Dr. Allison Cameron." She said as she stopped at the desk.
"Dr. Cameron is in the ER, would you like me to page her?" The secretary asked.
"That'd be great thanks." The girl said, leaning against the counter and snapping her gum.
"Who should I tell her is here?" The secretary asked her as she picked up the phone.
"Her daughter. I'm Isabella Cameron." The girl said with a grin, wondering how that one was going to go over.
"You're Cameron's daughter?" A gruff voice said from behind her, Isabella spun around.
"Yeah and you're the incomparable Doctor House." Isabella said cocking her head to the side.
"I got this." House told the secretary, grabbing Isabella's elbow with his free hand and hobbled off towards the ER, "Seriously, who are you?"
"Isabella Cameron. Is it that hard to believe?" Isabella asked rolling her eyes.
"That Cameron has a kid? No, she's been married before. That she has a kid like you? Yes." House told her and gave her a once over.
"Ever hear that the father donates half the chromosomes. I take after him." She said with a roll of her eyes as she crossed her arms.
"I don't believe you." House said seriously.
"Fine, take me to the ER and I'll prove it." Isabella said and with that the cynical teenager and bitter doctor hobbled off to the ER. They entered the ER and right of way Isabella spotted her mom at the admit desk.
"Yo! Allison Cameron!" Isabella called out and Allison spun around, her blond hair whipping around her face.
"Bella?" Cameron breathed and rushed for her, nearly knocking her daughter off her feet in a bone crushing hug. Isabella hugged her back just as fiercely, "What are you doing here?" Cameron asked as she took Bella's army green duffel off her shoulder.
"Dad sent me here. Said I was too much trouble." Bella rolled her eyes again.
"Why didn't he call me?" Cameron asked her, not noticing House's presence.
"He was too distracted by little Miss New Boobs." Isabella sighed, "He's changed his ways and no longer has room for his rebel rousing daughter."
"Oh. Well... I am glad you're here and I see you've met Dr. House." Cameron sighed and looked at House.
"Cameron I never knew you had offspring." House told her, raising his eye brows.
"Well I am way cooler then the band." Bella quipped.
"We'll have to see about that one." House told the teenager, he wouldn't admit it but Cameron's kid actually seemed cool... and normal, unlike Cameron.
"I've got another two hours Bells, do you want the keys to the house?" Cameron asked her softly, she wished she could leave, but there was no other attending on til five.
"Nah, I can chill out. Dad confiscated the keys to my car when I left. I have no desire to get back on a bus.. ever." Bella declared.
"She can hang out with me in my office." House volunteered before he could stop himself, both Cameron women turned and looked at him.
"Seriously?" They asked simulatneously.
"Ok, now say Redrum." House snarked.
"Well I guess I'll go with Doctor House." Bella decided, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Alright." Cameron kissed her forehead, "I'll come up as soon as I can kid. Don't let him turn you completely cynical."
"Too late." Bella said and she turned to follow House upstairs.
"Does The Wombat know about you?" House asked as they collected stares getting into the elevator.
"Chase? No. Mom doesn't talk about me or my Dad or pretty much anything that has to do with the past." Bella explained.
"So how old are you?"
"6,205 days old. What about you?" Bella asked and then sighed, "I'm seventeen. My mom's thirty four, you do the math."
"Cameron had you when she was seventeen?" House asked her and was slightly shocked, who knew that Cameron had such a sordid past?
"Yup. My Dad was twenty. Mom was going through what she called her "bad boy age", anyways, she was off to the Ivy Leagues, so my dad raised me." Bella shrugged.
"Do I look like I was looking for your lifetime story?"
"No you looked like you were making sure my parents aren't romantically linked anymore. Relax, House she only has eyes for you. Despite what the Aussie says." Bella said as they stepped off the elevator and walked into the conference room where Foreman, Thirteen, Kutner and Taub sat.
"Mini Cameron, Guys. Guys, Mini Cameron." House said and Bella gave them a nod.
"What?" Foreman was seriously confused.
"Bella Cameron." Isabella said with a smile, "Daughter of the one, the only Allison Cameron."
"SAY WHAT?" Foreman exclaimed.
"Oh pick your jaw up and go do my clinic hours." House said, tossing a lab coat at him. Foreman sighed and left the room.
"Uhm... Hi." Kutner spoke.
"Forgive him, he only speaks moron." House told her and Bella snickered slightly.
"I hear they have a hooked on phonics for that." Bella said and smiled sweetly.
"Are you sure you aren't his kid?" Thirteen asked as Bella took a seat at the table and pulled out her iPod again.
"What are you listening to?" House asked.
"Charlie Darwin by The Low Anthem."
"Infinitely better taste in music then your mother."
"Thanks... I think." Bella said and she turned up her music. She watched House and his team do a Differential for awhile and then pulled out her plastic "geek" glasses and started to re-read "White Oleander".
House tapped her shoulder and she looked up, noticing that the team was gone and off to run tests, she pulled out one of her headphones.
"Spongebob is on." He said simply and went to his office. Bella took this as her que to get up and follow him. She tossed her bag in the corner and sat down on the couch, tucking her legs under her. House was seated on the opposite end, turning on the TV as the Spongebob Theme Song began to play.
Bella honestly had never watched the show, but she liked it. It was mindless entertainment and she had missed it for a long time. She had never really watched cartoons as a kid, she was always with her Dad in his garage, working on cars and listening to Bruce Springsteen albums. She missed how her Dad used to be, he used to love spending time with her and now he only had time for his new wife and her kids. In an instant, long gone was the bad boy, the mechanic who blasted the Boss and drove a 1985 Cherry Red Mustang. Now he wore ties, worked in an office and drove a Suburban.
Bella stood out too much now in the Pottery Barn Family. She wore grunge clothes, listened to indie music and eighties rock, spending too much time working on her old camaro and painting. Her step-mother had thought she was weird, because she declined the scholarship to a private high school and the opportunity to go and buy new clothes at . Isabella Jayde Cameron didn't take handouts or help ups from anybody.
"Hey." Cameron knocked on the door.
"Sssh. Spongebob." House said and gestured to the screen that enraptured the two.
Cameron sighed and entered the office, sitting in the computer chair, watching her daughter, sitting enraptured by House's favorite show. She had hoped the two would get along, but she had never imagined that it would be so sudden.
"Now you may speak." House said and he turned off the TV.
"You ready to go kid?" Cameron asked, "Wanna grab some dinner?"
"Can House come?" Bella asked and looked at the grump.
"It's up to him." Cameron sighed, it'd be rude not to invite him after Bella had blurted that statement out.
"Sure. Free food." House stood up, grabbing his jacket.
"C'mon, you can ride with us. I'll bring you back for your bike." Cameron told him as she linked arms with Bella. Bella breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her mother. She smelled of warm sugar body lotion and Suave Rain shampoo.
"You have a bike?" Bella asked House over her shoulder.
"Yeah." House shrugged, "Honda Fireblade"
"Sweet ride." Bella said, "I've always wanted one of those, but Dad said that Mom had to sign off the papers." Bella glared at her mother.
"Do you know what we call those things in the ER? Donor Cycles." Cameron told her, the idea of her baby on a motorcycle terrified her.
"Ugh. Whatever." Bella said.
"House..." Dr. James Wilson sprinted up to him and then gasped, "It's true!?"
"Yes, Jimmy this is Cameron's bastard offspring."
"House." Cameron said in a warning tone.
"I reiterate, I am way cooler then the band."