Previously that day:
Hello all. Thank you so much for your inspiring reviews. As the oh-so-clever Sabu53 mentioned, House must have done something to upset Cameron so much.
In fact, he did. We will learn what in this chapter.
To Nellas: Thank you so much for the awesome review, it was really, really inspiring. (It is; in fact, why I forced myself down to write this chapter) I honestly think the silly no anonymous review things is, well, silly. Also, the plot bunnies love the lettuce and are now, more then ever, inspired to jump around in my head at night and keep me up. Ahem.
ShipperCrazed - FanFicCrazy: Thanks! I was in a particularly dark mood and wanted to writ a more dominant and hurtful House.
And now, without further ado, here's chappie two!
Previously that day:
"Okay Ducklings, Differential Diagnosis here. What causes abdominal pain, nausea, and dizziness in an 11 year old?" House asked, tapping his dry-erase marker on his white board as he addressed his three ducklings.
Chase looked puzzled. "Uhm, Appendicitis?"
"Right. That explains why she's our case, and not in the E.R. Think, Wombat. Obviously she's already been tested." House said, rolling his eyes.
"Pregnancy?" Suggested Foreman.
"She's eleven." Said Cameron.
"Right, Cameron. The world is good, I'm sorry. She obviously can't be having sex." mocked House sarcastically.
"I'm just saying it's unlikely."
"Unlikely, Unlikely, is your world all about unlikely ness? It was unlikely for you to marry a dieing man. It was unlikely for you to get high and shag Chase. It was unlikely for you to fall in love with me, but you did. If all those unlikely things happened to you, then why can't this girl be pregnant?" He snapped, hitting all the places that hurt the most.
For a second, no one could talk. No one even moved. "That." Cameron said in an errie tone "Was to far." She said, before throwing her chair back and running out of the room, leaving a sadistically satisfied House behind.
Cameron bursts into the door of the woman's bathroom, feeling miserable. She collapsed into a stall, tears running down her cheeks.
'Damn you, House. How could you do this? How could you make me feel ecstatic one day, then miserable the next? How can you play with my feelings so much? Why am I so vulnerable?'
Nausea swept over her. Words came back to her. House, her father. They were right. She was pitiful. She was hopeless. She was stupid. Cameron traced the long scars on her neck. From being stupid, her father would say. From not being good enough. For anyone.
She couldn't let this hurt her anymore. She was done.
After a few minutes more cry, she stood up, repaired her makeup, and calmly walked back to his office. House made no acknowledge to her return, just continued on with his games as he always did.
"Cameron, give her a pregnancy test. She's pregnant."
Cameron didn't bother arguing. She never did. House was right. He was always right.