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Title: Lies of the Undeserving

Summary: Sometimes lying means finding the truth...

Genre: Drama/Crossover/Romance

Rating: T

Characters: Greg House, Allison Cameron, Lisa Cuddy, James Wilson, Eric Foreman, and Robert Chase. Azula, Zuko, and Ozai Yurie, Katara and Sokka Waither, Aang Skhyj, Mai Dartarian, Jet Blayneh, Ty Lee Pinnyer, and Toph Bei Fong.

Pairings: House/Cameron, Wilson/Cuddy, Zuko/Mai, Aang/Katara, Sokka/Toph, and Jet/Ty Lee

Note: Although Katara, Sokka, Aang, Jet, Toph, and Ty Lee are mentioned, I do not have a definite plan to enter them into the fic as of now. I am still working on deciding that.

"So, you think there's something wrong with my brain?" Azula asked Cameron as she prepped her for the CAT Scan. Foreman and Chase were in the control room setting up the computers, monitors, and everything else that was needed.

"We just need to check," Cameron answered assuredly. "It's nothing official. It's probably nothing you need to worry about."

Azula nodded, but didn't fully believe what she said. After all, would they be checking if they weren't really sure? "But--if you do find something, can you fix it?"

Cameron gave Azula one of her smiles that was famous throughout the hospital for covering up something or just being hopeful for herself or a patient. "It's nothing to worry about. We're really just checking to make sure and testing."

''But if you do..."

"Yes," Cameron interrupted nicely, "it's very treatable if we do ever find antying all all." She checked the lines and looked at her. "Ready to go?"

Azula nodded, and Cameron looked behind her at Chase and Foreman to go ahead after pushing a button on the scan, moving Azula into the machine half-way. Soon after, she joined Foreman and Chase.

"Think House is right?" Chase quipped as soon as Cameron sat down at her own computer, which was directly next to his.

"About what?" Cameron kept her eyes straight ahead at the computer screen in front of her and typed a few things on the keyboard.

Foreman shook his head. "Oh, about darn near everything he'd said before we came here."

"No."

"So...you think you're right, then," Chase stated.

"I didn't say that," Cameron defended.

Azula's voice then broke through on their conversation. "Am I almost done?" Her voice sounded slightly panicked and shaky. The three took note of it, but knew that they needed this and tried to keep her as calm as they could and keep her in there for only a few minutes longer.

"Just a few more minutes, Azula, hang in there, we're almost done," Foreman replied, hitting the intercom button. "It shouldn't be too long."

"Okay..."

Cameron looked at her computer screen at the different pictures she'd evaluated at every angle. "There's nothing there. House was right, needless for me to say."

No sooner had she said that than Azula crawled out of the CAT Scan best she could, vomiting bloos and gasping for breath. The three ran out, Cameron holding back her hair while Chase assisted her. Foreman ran out to find House or Cuddy.

"Have you ruled out any cancers?" James Wilson asked, idly playing with a pen on his desk and watching his best friend, who was leisurely sitting in a chair in front of his desk.

"How can I rule out caner when we haven't even discussed it?"

Wilson held up his hands. "Just making sure."

"She's pregnant. How many women do you have come in your office pregnant with cancer?" House retorted.

"One," Wilson snatched the Snickers bar out of his hand. "And she died shortly after the baby was born. She had ovarian cancer and I heard reports of women having breast cancer while pregnant and sometimes even cervical cancer."

At that moment, Cuddy walked in, looking somewhat relieved. "I though I would find you here." She walked over the Wilson's desk and stared directly at House. "Your patient just vomited blood during her CAT Scan; Chase and Cameron had to give her oxygen as soon as she got to her room."

House bit his thumb, looking down and Wilson shrugged almost innocently after looked from the Dean to House. He then smirked almost too knowingly and said, "Have you ruled out cancer?"

"Ooookaaaay, so we got a new symptom!" House annouced cheerily, limping into the conference room. "'Shortness of breath'. From the vomiting or already had it?"

Cameron stood up. "There was nothing shown on her CAT Scan--"

"Right! Which meant no nightmares, no phycho problems...which mean, we move on," House looked from Cameron to Chase and Foreman. "How was the blood?"

"Clean. There was nothing shown," Chase replied.

"Urine?"

"Fine."

"And Tox Screen was clean, too," Foreman cut in.

House blinked and pretended to stumble from the outburst. "Wooah, woah. You beat me to the punch. You're supposed to wait for it." He looked at Cameron. "Sonogram baby. Make sure there's nothing going on that we can't see."

Hesitating at first, Cameron spun on her heels and left without so much as a "Okay" or an argument.

House watched, but didn't address it, instead, he turned to Chase and Foreman once agian. "Wilson thinks it's cancer. You know, breast, ovarian...those sorts of things."

"Not impossible," Foreman shrugged. "Maybe for her age, but for her pregnancy, no."

Wilson had then walked in on them. "Cuddy told me to test your patient for the three cancers. She told me not to get confirmation from you, since you probably would object on it, but..."

"Yeah, you thought I'd be nice and say yes. Lemme think about that. Don't pressure me...no."

Wilson sighed, knowing that this was ultimately coming. "But, Cuddy--"

"The heck with Cuddy and her suggestions. I couldn't give two cares of a flip for what she says, I'm ruling out cancer. Ovarian, breast, and cervical."

Wilson was incredulous. "But if she has cancer, we can catch it now and get rid of it! Especially if it's cervical. Cancer like that is very dangerous for a pregnant girl her age."

"But if she doesn't, we'd just be wasting our time looking for what we know isn't there," House snipped back.

Unfortunately, Cuddy also chose the time to walk in, arms crossed.

Sighing, House rolled his head back and groaned. "Loooook! We know the progressed path it's going and what she's got going on, why don't we just keep it at that?"

"Because, House, if Wilson's got a jump on--"

''Oh would you just shut up!" House stared at Cuddy and Wilson. "First Cameron, now you two! If you want to take over my job so badly, just say so!" He paused. "Or at least finally sleep together."

Cuddy blushed pink. "Test her for the three cancers or you're off the case," she spat before turning on her heels. House,in turn, smirked at Wilson almost knowingly.

"Well, she looks perfectly fine to me. Everything looks good," Cameron smiled at Azula, who was looking sideways momentarily at Zuko. By the look of his face lately, she would swear that he was almost just as nervous about everything as she was.

"So the bleed didn't effect her at all?" Zuko asked.

"Nope. She seemed totally unmoved," Cameron flipped off the sonogram machine and grabbed Azula's chart.

Azula bit her lip. "Do you know what's wrong?"
"No yet. We mya have to do more testing depending on what we'll find later on, but I'm sure everything will be okay once we have enough leads."

Nodding, Azula rubbed her eye and Cameron sided. "Why don't you rest for a while? I'm sure we're not going to do antying for a while." On the way out, she ran into Wilson.

"Cuddy wants to check her for cancer."

"Now? I just told her she could rest. She's been through enough today already, she's drained."

Wilson sighed. "You--you are just like House, you know that?"

Cameron wrinkled her forehead. "What, all I said was-"

"You're stalling because you don't think it's cancer," Wilson interrupted her. "Just like House. I had to literally fight with him to get the test confirmation."

"But, I didn't even know you were considering cancer of any sort at all," Cameron quipped. "Besides, at her age wouln't that be..wouldn't you think it a little, I don't know, odd?"

Wilson rubbed his face. "No, I don't. And think about this: she's pregnant. Anything can go haywire at her stage."

"Can't you just wait for--"

"No, I can't. Cancer spreads; if she has any of the three we think it may be, it could build monuments by the time we get to test her."

Cameron sighed. "Fine. Do what you have to. If you're lucky, you might be right and get a gold star from House." She gave him a crooked smile before heading into the direction of Cuddy's office.

"There's something funny about House and this case," Cameron quipped, walking into the Dean's office.

Cuddy dropped her pen on the desk and leaned back in her chair. "If you're trying to get House off the case for personal reasons, you're doing a pretty bad job to start."

"He's stalling. He's got something on his mind about this case and won't tell us what," Cameron put her hands on the chair in front of her and shook her head.

"He's doing just what he's always done with every other patient!"

Cameron shifted and crossed her arms. "He's dismissing my theories more than usual. Mine and Chase's and Foreman's."

"So it is personal."

"No. Not at all."

Cuddy gave her a look due to the fact that her eyes were shifting. "Cameron, this has nothing to do with the patient, but has everything to do with your personal reasons of why he won't take you seriously."

Silence followed soon after thick between the women and Cameron had the nerve to state before walking off, "Personal or not, he knows something he's not telling us."

It was late at night at Princeton Plainsboro and Zuko was pondering something in his mind as he watched his sister sleep. If there was anything at all that would probably help Azula was probably telling the doctors about her rape. It would be the smart thing to do, but...

"Zuko?"

He looked behind him to find the brown/red-haired girl doctor, Cameron he believed, and two others. Wilson and...Foreman? He wasn't sure. Still, he got up and stood out of his sister's room with them.

"There was no cancer shown on your sister's tests," Wilson spoke first. "We tested her for ovarian, breast, and cervical. None of them showed. All negative."

Zuko nodded. "Okay, what now?"

"Now we just test for whatever else we think may be wrong with your sister," Foreman said, knowing it was true on so many levels.

"So--a guessing game?"

Cameron tilted her head. "Unfortunately, yes."

Zuko closed his eyes momentarily. "Okay. Well, if there's anything I can do-"

"Well there is," Foreman interjected. "We need a history of everything. How your mother died, the family relationships..."

Zuko understood. "So, basically everything about us and our parents and the family life?"

"The medical, the non-medical, yes," Cameron nodded, holding a clipboard. A moment of silence passed amoung them before Zuko nodded.

"Okay, let's get started."

Cameron looked over her clipboard again. "Okay, I know you probably don't like this topic, but we have to know. How--how did your mother die?"

Zuko closed his eyes and put his head in his hands before answering. "My father...my father hated how she used to always love me more. Only because he saw me as a failure. I never really did know if he really and truly loved my mom. But whenever he would come home drunk, it was always me he targeted." He paused, smiled somewhat and pointed to the scar on his left eye and ear. "This was one of his drunken rages. Anyway, one night, he'd had just one too many. Overdid it. I remember, he had a butcher knife in his hand..." He was holding his hand as if he held it right then and there. As if the memory was almost real. "He was going after me again. I was eleven. I ran behind Mom, who stopped him by grabbing his hands. She was always strong. He started yelling and cursing at her. But, but before I knew it, Mom was dead." He blinked back tears. "My father killed my mother in a rage, drunken fit to kill me. She gave up her life for me."

Cameron just sat there, her mouth half open and her mind racing at the shock from hearing such a story. In all cases she'd had, she's never heard a story quite like this one.

This required attention.

"Their father killed their mother in an effort to kill him instead," Cameron tossed the clipboard on House's desk, along with a thin folder.

House looked at her. "You on something?"

"Zuko told me everything. The whole story." She shook his head. "I could hardly believe it."

"Oh, please," House gave her one of his looks. "You can hardly believe any story that's not all kittens and smiles for an ending." He paused. "Dad was a drunk, favored the daughter, and Mom got in the way."

Cameron was incredulous. "She saved her son's life!"

"But that doesn't help her or us," House shot back. "All it does tell us is that Mommy left Brother and Sister behind with a drunk for a Daddy." House then paused suddenly and stared straight ahead, and Cameron could tell that he was thinkg and putting peices together. "Did she ever talk about a boyfriend, husband...?"

Cameron shook her head. "She never mentioned anything in revelance about the baby's dad, no." She paused. "Why?"

"I'm thinking...Daddy raped helpless little daughter."

Cameron furrowed her brow. "But, House, wouldn't she have-"

"Yeah. She would've told us right off. It would be logical, right?" House retorted smartly. "The world doesn't work that way. Check her for rape."

"On a girl who's six months pregnant and no lead to the baby's father, you think she's been raped by her own father? House, he could just be away, or--or-"

"Or it could be Daddy Drunkie. Break out the rape kit and check. Her."

Cameron wasn't giving in. "I'll ask, surely there's a reasonable--"

House slammed his fist on the desk. "Right! Because nothing in your perfect little world or cirle can go wrong! Because everything in that world, everybody's nice to one another and nothing bad ever happens to anybody! Life doesn't work that way, Cameron, now check her for rape!"

Cameron didn't shrink back. She was, at most, used to this. She only nodded and swallowed. "Okay." She turned on her heel and started to head out before House stopped her.

"Cameron."

She turned around, keeping her head down. "Yes?"

"It can wait tomorrow. Go home." He waved her off and turned his back to her, in which by doing so, he didn't see her leave.

Maybe her intentions were too soft. Maybe her perfect world was everything he'd said. Maybe she was just too childish. And here she'd thought all along that those past weeks and month with Tritter and House's rehab and all those problems had changed that.

Guess not.

Wow, that was long. I have handwritten up to seven chapters. I am working on the seventh one as of now and let me tell you, you guys have some great stuff in store if you keep reviewing and liking it.

Jay