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As the days went on, Cameron began to gain more and more control over herself and her feelings towards Cuddy by avoiding the older woman. Silly, but if it worked then who was Cameron to neglect the idea? In fact, she appeared to be so good at it that even House had seemingly given up on trying to discover what her secret was. Pleased that she was finally getting some peace from him, she agreed to cover his clinic duty, and consequently found herself needing to speak to Wilson about a patient that she herself had previously examined.

Making the journey from the clinic to Wilson's office, Cameron found herself desperately praying that she was wrong about her patient. The blood test she had taken from the young girl had shown that she had leukaemia, and by the looks of it, she was in the late stages of the illness. Wilson would be able to inform her as to whether a bone marrow transplant was a viable option, and so, Cameron sought out the Consultant Oncologist.

Knocking on his door, Cameron didn't wait for a reply, confidently striding in. She stopped, taking in the scene before her as she saw Cuddy and Wilson sitting closely together, apparently displaying intimacy, as indicated by the close proximity between the two. Though it wasn't necessarily romantic, as soon as they looked towards her they moved apart, glancing at each other awkwardly before stopping their conversation.

"Oh, sorry, I'll come back later," Cameron apologised, blushing as she realised she'd interrupted something. What exactly that something was, she wasn't sure, she just knew it made her feel sick to the stomach at the fleeting thought that it may have been passion.

"No need," Cuddy stood, though she didn't meet Cameron's eye. "I was just about to leave."

"Oh," Cameron stated dumbly. "You don't have to on my account, this won't take long." As pathetic as it was she had a sudden urge to remain in the presence of Cuddy, feeling the control she had managed to gain in the past few days slowly seep out of the window. It seemed that five seconds in the same room as Cuddy undid five days of hard work in which she tried to think of anything but the Dean.

Great, just great.

"Yes well, I'd better be getting on anyway, lots to do," Cuddy sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"Yeah…" Cameron's voice trailed off as she was unsure of what to say in reply. It would probably be best to just let Cuddy leave the room. Deciding to do what she'd come here to do, she moved to hand the file she held in her hand to Wilson. She remained on the opposite side of the desk to him, deliberately not looking Cuddy's way as she exited the room, shutting the door behind her. "Can you take a look at this patient's file for me; tell me what you think the best course of action is?"

"Sure," Wilson muttered distractedly, taking the papers from her.

Hovering nervously on the spot as she waited, Cameron couldn't help herself from blurting out, "Is Cuddy ok?"

Wilson looked sharply at her, deflecting with the question, "Why wouldn't she be?"

Trying to seem nonchalant now that she had started this conversation, Cameron shrugged. "She looked like there was something on her mind."

"Not as far as I'm aware," Wilson told her.

Cameron bit her nails, wondering how to word her next question. Biting the bullet and just coming out with it, she asked, "How long have you known Cuddy?"

"Since I started working at this hospital," Wilson answered truthfully, briefly wondering why Cameron was asking him this, though he was too engrossed in the patient's stats to ask her why she wanted to know.

"You're good friends?" Cameron questioned him.

"I suppose," Wilson replied, flicking through the pages, scanning the notes Cameron had made. Coming to a conclusion on the patient he said, "There's nothing that can be done for her except palliative care."

"Are you sure?" Cameron was diverted from the subject of Cuddy.

"Positive," Wilson said, handing her back the file. "You'd better tell her then sort out the referral papers for me."

"Right," Cameron said sadly, accepting that there was nothing more she could do. Why could things never go the way she wanted them to? "I'll sort it now." Shoulders drooping, she left the office, wondering why she put herself through this. She had no personal life to speak of, her career was severely jeopardised by the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about her female boss, and patient after patient ended up dying before her eyes, whilst she was powerless to do anything.

Life was too fucking complicated.


"What's on your mind, Jimmy boy?" House asked as he swaggered into Wilson's office.

"Nothing, nothing. Just had some strange conversations today, that's all," Wilson informed his best friend.

"Such as?" House was intrigued. He liked strange, it beat normal any day.

"First of all I had Cuddy in here asking about Cameron, and did I know if she was ok?" he stated.

"Not so strange… I talked to Cuddy about Cameron. Told her that Cameron hasn't been her usual annoying self lately and that she's been bitchier than Cuddy with PMT. Though Cameron has been fairly happy these past few days, which is strange in itself. Cameron doesn't do happy," House explained. "But Cuddy is obviously playing Detective and trying to get one up on me by finding out what's wrong with our darling Immunologist before I do."

"I guess that makes sense," Wilson agreed.

"Sure does," House quipped. "Did you tell her anything?"

"I know nothing to tell," Wilson held his hands in the air, defending himself. "And even if I did I wouldn't have had the chance to tell her; Cameron walked in mid conversation and she herself proceeded to grill me on Cuddy the moment Cuddy left the room."

"Now that," House leant forward. "Is interesting."

"It is?" Wilson frowned.

"Uh huh," House nodded. "What did she ask you?"

"Just things like was Cuddy ok, how long had I known her, were we friends?" Wilson replied.

House pondered this information for a few moments, before a grin started forming on his face. Then, mumbling to himself he said, "Oh Cameron, Cameron, Cameron…"

"What?" Wilson was confused by House's behaviour.

"Excuse me Jimmy… things to do, people to see!" House hoisted himself up off the chair, rapidly leaving Wilson's office without speaking another word. He needed confirmation of his theory before he decided on what to do next. The only way he would get confirmation would be to observe Cameron in the presence of Cuddy whilst she was still clueless as to his hypothesis, and then, watch her reaction when he called her on it.

Boy was this going to be fun!