Hi! First, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. You guys are my favorites ever. –hugs- So, I wrote this chapter super fast, and I hope it doesn't disappoint. I know that Cameron's thoughts (the bits that are italicized) are a bit contradictory, considering she just admitted she wasn't over House last chapter, but well, she's still in denial about it. Poor Cameron. ;) Well, I hope it all makes sense. If it doesn't, and this whole chapter is obnoxiously stupid and Cameron is OOC, feel free to tell me in a review. I love feedback of all kinds. And on a side note, NEW EPISODE OF HOUSE TOMORROW:D

Disclaimer: Nope, they still don't belong to me.

Cameron watched as the clinic door closed with a loud bang. She sighed heavily before picking up Hannah and walking out of the exam room.

Coming here was a mistake.

Seeing House for the first time in almost a year had completely thrown her off guard. One look had assured her that the eleven months she had spent trying to tell herself that she was over House had been useless. Nothing good could come from this.

I should've just taken Hannah to Princeton General—then none of this would've happened. I knew that if I came I'd have a chance of running into him.

Cameron refused to continue her thoughts about bringing Hannah here—knowing that somewhere down the line she would have to own up to the fact that the reason she had come here, was to see House again. And she wasn't going to do that, because she had just spent so much time training herself to hate him. Even though it was obvious she didn't. Her confession after seeing him moments ago had confirmed this. Cameron had just admitted to herself that she wasn't over him.

But I AM over him, she argued with herself. I don't actually still have feelings for him. In the exam room, I just realized I missed him. That's okay. I'm allowed to miss friends. And that's all House is. A friend.

To convince herself of this, just in case she forgot, she repeated a phrase over to herself as she left the clinic.

It became her mantra.

I'm over him. I'm over him.

She tried in vain for a few minutes before she allowed herself to think about how moments ago, when her chest had felt oddly constricted as House left the room, that her being 'over' him could not be further from the truth.

I'm not over him.

Cameron made her way towards the pharmacy where she could fill her Hannah's prescription.

At least House won't be here. He has to be off badgering some patient with a cold who's convinced she has the Plague, or something. Maybe I'll have some time to put my guard back up. Just because I'm not over him, doesn't mean I have to talk to him about it.

As soon as she reached the pharmacy counter and set the script down, she heard a voice calling her name.

"Allison!" She tensed immediately, her mind racing with the thought that it might be House. It was only slightly comforting to realize that House would rather give up his Gameboy than call Cameron by her first name. She sighed almost inaudibly; it was only Wilson.

"I thought that was you," the oncologist said brightly. "So, what brings you back here after almost a year?"

"My niece, Hannah, has an ear infection. I just came to get a prescription." Cameron smiled at her friend. After becoming aware that it wasn't House calling her, she remembered how much she had missed Wilson.

"That's too bad," Wilson replied. "But at least it let you come back for a little while."

"Yeah," Cameron said, almost wistfully, "I have missed everyone."

"I guess you're still working for Yule, right?"

Oh no. How do I answer that? He'll tell House whatever I say, and then House will know I haven't been working since I quit. He'll probably think I still like him. Which I do. But he doesn't need to know that.

"Actually," Cameron admitted, deciding House would find out eventually anyway, "my sister needed some help taking care of Hannah, so I decided not to take the job at Jefferson."

"Oh," Wilson said, surprised at her answer. They both paused awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. He had had no idea she hadn't taken the fellowship offer.

"So, how's the new duckling?" Cameron asked finally, speaking more to fill the silence that had fallen, than out of actual interest. She really didn't want to hear about House's new underling.

I've got to learn how to keep my mouth shut and endure the quiet.

"Well," Wilson began, watching as Cameron shifted Hannah from one arm to the other. The child was now resting sleepily on Cameron's shoulder, all ear pain momentarily forgotten, still in bright spirits from seeing the 'stick'.

Cameron couldn't quite declare the same contentedness— she knew she wasn't over House, but she was still having a hard time admitting it to herself. She waited for Wilson to continue, but when he didn't say anything, she prompted, "Are they adjusting to having an abrasive boss well? Any of them cried yet?"

Wilson couldn't help but notice the bitterness that encumbered Cameron's voice. He hadn't realized how much she missed it here.

"Well," he said again, finally speaking, "the whole deal with Vogler has finally blown over, but you quitting really threw House for a loop."

"You're not answering the question, Wilson."

Why am I asking him this? I don't want to hear the answer to the question.

"Sorry."

"Oh," Cameron trailed off, hoping he would finish. Wilson seemed to be dancing around telling her about the new doctor. She hoped the answer was interesting—Hannah wanted to get home, and Cameron really needed to get the prescription. She didn't want to wait around much longer.

Wilson sighed deeply, as if this was extremely hard for him to say.

"It's only Foreman and Chase here. House has gone through countless interviews and always claims something's wrong with the person he's talking to. Cuddy's finally given up on getting a third doctor working for him again."

"What?" Cameron asked, both confusion and surprise washing over her in an odd mixture of feeling.

Given up on getting a third doctor?

"Allison, House never replaced you.