Thanks so much for the positive feedback guys, I really do appreciate it. Alright, now I have a really good idea of where this story is going, so expect updates more often:) I wrote this in the middle of the night because even though I was yawning I couldn't sleep, and I had this idea floating around in my head that I just had to get down.

And y'know what I realized? Hayley's initials are HC, lol. Is that fate or what?

Enjoy!

Cameron was in the drugstore trying to locate Hayley's preferred flavour of toothpaste (strawberry) when she heard the sound of something crashing to the floor. As she moved around the corner to see if she could help, she heard swearing. But it wasn't the swearing that made her stop dead in her tracks; it was the voice of whom the swearing belonged to.

As she completed the walk into the next aisle she came face to face with none other than Gregory House.

"House? Are you stalking me now?" Cameron asked half-jokingly.

"No, are you stalking me?" he countered.

"No!" Cameron replied, shocked.

House laughed. She was just too easy. "I just ran out of batteries for my gameboy," he told her. "Y'know, can't go a day without beating Mario," he smiled at her.

She smiled in return. "Yeah, can't have that."

There was a moment of silence before Cameron remembered the batteries on the floor and bent down to pick them up. Surprisingly, House followed suit. The two of them had the mess cleaned up in no time.

"So," House said, as they rose to their feet. "Is there still no way I can convince you to come back to work for me?"

Cameron smiled, she really was enjoying this. But then, remembering Hayley's words, she didn't shut him down right away. "I don't know, what are you prepared to offer me?"

"Oh, now you're willing to negotiate?" House asked, slight annoyance creeping into his voice.

"Well, let's just say someone convinced me to not be so close-minded," she responded.

"Let me guess, about yay-tall," House gestured with his hand, "huge green eyes and an even bigger smile?"

"Yeah, that'd be the one," Cameron said.

"Well then, how 'bout this; I'll raise your salary by 20, and get Foreman and Chase to answer my mail every once and a while."

Cameron considered this. He was a hard guy to say no to, even though she'd done it twice in the last 72 hours. "Throw in an extra week's vacation and you've got yourself a deal," she finally responded.

"Done," House answered immediately.

They shook on it, and then headed towards the check-out. Once they had made their purchases, House turned to her. "Oh, and remind me to thank that daughter of yours next time I see her," He winked at her as he walked out the door.

"…And Port de Bras back," the dance teacher called out.

Her students followed suit, and as Hayley Cameron pulled herself back up, she saw her mother smiling at her from doorway, where all of the parents were gathered.

"Grande plie to finish." The girls did so. "Alright, good job ladies. Remember to practice, and I'll see you next week."

The calm room became a bustle of activity as the girls ran to grab their stuff and the parents entered the room. Allison went over to her daughter as she was taking off her ballet slippers.

"Hey, how'd it go?"

"It was fun," Hayley responded.

"That's good. So, I have a surprise for you!"

"It's more than the toothpaste, right?" Hayley asked, looking up.

Cameron laughed. "Yes, silly, it's more than the toothpaste. I accepted Dr. House's job offer."

"You did!" Hayley squealed.

"Yup, I ran into him in the drugstore, and we got to talking, and now I'm going back to work for him."

"That's great mommy!" Hayley told her.

"I thought you'd think so."

"So, now do you have to tell the other place that you're not gonna work for them?"

Cameron had forgotten about that. "Yeah, I guess I do."

"They're not gonna be, like, mad at you or something, are they?"

"I hope not. They might be a little disappointed, but it's better that I back out now as opposed to three weeks after I start."

"Okay," Hayley said, satisfied with that answer. Yes, she had wanted her mother to go back to working for House, but she didn't want her to get in trouble either.

"C'mon, let's go get some chow," Cameron said to her daughter, and together they walked out of the studio.

"So, she's really coming back?" A bewildered Wilson asked House.

"Yep," he responded non-challantly.

"Why?"

House rolled his eyes at his friend. "Because I'm just too hard to resist."

Wilson laughed. "Yeah, right. She pulled out of a job with Yule of all people to come back and put up with your bullshit because she has the hots for you."

"Well, I'm sure that was part of the reason, but I did have a little help in convincing her."

"Ah-ha!" Wilson exclaimed rather loudly, pointing his finger in House's face.

House looked at him as if he had three heads and Wilson, embarrassed, removed the finger.

"So who was it? That helped you, I mean?"

A grin spread across House's face. "Are you ready for this one?" he asked, getting all giddy like a little boy. "Cameron has a daughter!"

"What?"

"Yeah, that's what I said. But it's true. I met her when I went to her place the second time. She's the spitting image of Cameron."

"…but, how? When?"

"Do you really wanna know how?" House asked. Wilson vigorously shook his head, so House proceeded to answer the second question. "She looks to be about eight, so I'm assuming that Cameron's husband was the father."

"Wow, how come we never heard about her before?"

"Dunno, but she's a pretty cool kid. And hey, if she got Cameron to come back to work for me, then she's already got major points in my book."

"Do we ever get to meet her?"

House looked thoughtful for a moment, and then a smile spread across his face. "Something tells me that this isn't the last we're going to see of Hayley Cameron."