Chapter 3

"You must have a problem, because you weren't paying attention the other day. Would you like to tell me your problem?" House said, looking at her with a stern face, the one of a father who just won't buy that video game even when his child keeps begging for it.

"It's none of your business." Cameron countered, even though he wasn't yelling. House just stared at her a moment before speaking again, tapping his cane on the floor with a thump.

"It is when my employee isn't paying attention. That could turn into a big boo-boo, then you would get fired, and depending on the boo-boo, I could get fired, then Cuddy would be in a heap of trouble finding a new employee." House said. "Now tell me."

"Go to hell." Cameron said, walking out of the room, leaving House there, wondering what was with the sudden mood swing. He grabbed a piece of paper from his desk as well as a pen.

Allison Cameron

Mood swings

Anger

Staring off into space

He wrote that down on the paper and shoved it into his pocket, wondering if this could become a differential. She had never snapped at anybody, so something must be wrong. He heard the sound of a door closing and the click of heels on rug.

"How's the patient?" Cuddy asked, looking at House.

"Her brother attacked Chase." House said simply, sitting down.

"Is Chase ok?" Cuddy asked, concern on her face. House nodded and Cuddy let out a sigh of relief.

"Talked to Cameron." House said, staring down, beginning to bang his cane against the floor again.

"Ok." Cuddy said, looking at House. "So, you figured out what it is? It doesn't matter, as long as you didn't say anything insulting to get it out of her."

"She told me to go to hell." House said, still looking at the floor. He was thinking of possible reasons that Cameron would be like this.

"Are we talking about the same Allison Cameron that you hired?" Cuddy asked, a hint of concern back in her voice.

"Yep." House said and walked out, headed to Wilson's. He told Wilson everything. He might know something about this; he has had enough wives in his life.

"Wilson." House said, shutting the door behind him. Wilson looked away from his patient and to House.

"Excuse my friend, he does this a lot." Wilson said, and the patient nodded. "What House, you know I am busy."

"She dying?" House asked, and Wilson shook his head no. "Then come out here."

Wilson sighed and followed House out of his office. "This had better be good." Wilson said, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"Cameron told me to go to hell. She zoned out during differential, and seemed to be agitated." House said, and Wilson's eyes widened.

"We're talking about Allison Cameron, right?" Wilson asked, almost in shock.

"Boy you sound like Cuddy, yes Allison Cameron!" House said. "What other Camerons do I know?" House rolled his eyes.

"Well, everybody has their days." Wilson said simply. "If you don't mind, I am going back to my patient now." He then turned around and walked back into his office, remember to lock it this time.

House sighed and walked back to his office, thinking about what Cameron did all the way there.

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"Cameron, you ok?" Chase asked, sliding the patient's door closed as he exited. He looked at her with concern.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" Cameron asked, this time without the attitude in her voice.

"Well, you have been acting pretty strange today. It isn't like you." Chase said, staring into Cameron's eyes.

"Well, I am fine." Cameron said, looking back.

"Ok, but if you need me, you know where I live." Chase said, and turned back to go to House's office.

"Ok." Cameron said quietly and sighed when he was out of earshot.

"We are just friends, that's all, friends. That's all we will ever be, there is nothing else between us." Cameron said. "Oh no, I need to go to the clinic for today!" She then turned and headed for the clinic.