AN: OK as promised my new chapter. I'm working on the next chapter already so don't flip when you get to the bottom… it'll be here soon.

Movie Review: Michael Clayton! What the hell!? If there is someone out there who can tell me what made that movie oscar worthy please explain it… maube I missed it but all I saw was a boring movie with no twists and only two remarkable scenes of acting… "Do I look like I'm negotiating?" And the ""I'm Shiva the god of death!" I can't remember that guys name but the guys who plays the insane lawyer does a great job always. He was recently in Dedication, which was really great.

Chapter Four

Discharge

"Pleeease tell me how a scar shaped exactly the same way as the 'tumor' could not be related!?" House yelled limping into the discussion area of his office. Cameron was wearing a scowl but dutifully following behind.

"I never said it wasn't important! It just slipped my mind!" Cameron defended herself, however knowing her defense was slim at best.

"Well why not!? You were probably busy scribbling away in your journal! AC plus HP forever with hearts and flowers. Not that I blame you…. Those green eyes…. You could stare into them and…" House sighed," …just get lost." House flopped into a chair as he stared back at Cameron's mortified but rebellious posture. Foreman was smirking next to a pouting Chase. House decided he'd mock the love sick puppy latter for his crush on Cameron.

"So what exactly does the scar tell us that we already didn't know?" Foreman asked.

House rolled his eyes. "I ask the questions." Twirl of the cane. "What he said?" House asked jabbing his cane at Foreman for clarification.

No one spoke.

"Right. I think we need to visit the good Doctor's crib." House declared looking through Harry's file. "Luckily for you, Foreman, it's within walking distance so no need to boost a car and breaking and entering in the same day." With a role of his eyes Foreman swiped the address from House's outstretched hands. "Take the moping blonde with you." Chase sighed before getting up to follow Foreman through the door.

"What about me?" Cameron asked wanting to help. House winced slightly as he got back to his feet. Rubbing his thigh gently to work out the knots he looked heavenward as though the answer would fall from the sky.

"Why don't you sex up the patient… maybe he'll feel like a 'show and tell' given the proper audience." House limped towards his office as he caught sight of Wilson rushing by with two coffees and a brown bag. "Oh!" He added turning back towards Cameron. "Be careful… I have it on good word from the nurses that he has a huge pet snake!" House gave an over dramatic shudder. "Make sure it doesn't get loose, though I have the feeling it will come around to you."

Cameron's face was beet red as she bid a hasty retreat. House smirked as he closed the door to his office. He made his way over to his window to view, as best he could, into Wilson's office. "What are you up to?" He wondered aloud.

"He did!?" Wilson leaned back into his chair amazed. "How did he call that?" Wilson wondered.

"Harry is very perceptive." Cuddy answered before latching onto Wilson's last mumbled comment. "He was right!?" She shrieked shocked. Wilson met her eyes for a moment.

"You've met House's dad and you know House… would that surprise you?" Wilson asked sadly. Cuddy sighed.

"I suppose not." They shared a moment of silence to just take in the highly needed caffeine the coffee offered. There was a half-eaten muffin on Wilson's desk which Cuddy had picked at as well. Just as she reached to break off another bite…

"SO! I've fallen onto something far more devious then I thought!" Cuddy and Wilson jumped as House made his way into the office closing the door harshly. Wilson and Cuddy shared a look… had he heard. "I saw that." House said referring to the look. "I've missed something." They almost sighed in relief.

"House for a cripple it seems strange I should want to offer to buy you a bell." Cuddy sighed. "Sneaky bastard." She mumbled under her breath. House waved his cane between Cuddy and Wilson before finally leaving it leveled at the shared muffin.

"I was wrong." House said alluringly. Cuddy took the bate by her expression… she thought he was serious. "I was wrong about you shacking up with scar head. You're sleeping with Wilson." He accused pointing his cane at her. Cuddy rolled her eyes before covering her face with one hand.

"House. Why do you always assume that I'm sleeping with someone new every time you see me?" Wilson asked annoyed. House rolled his eyes at his friend while giving an incredulous look.

"You are." House proclaimed.

"I am not." Wilson said offended. "I've had maybe three relationships in the last year!"

"Reeelationships…. Is that what you kids are calling it?" House asked puckishly. Cuddy sighed getting to her feet.

"I have work to do." She explained for Wilson's benefit before heading past House and out of the office. House gave one last look at Wilson.

"I'm watching you." He warned with a wave of his cane before turning on his heel, well the best he could, and limped after Cuddy.

Surprisingly it only took two corners until he had caught up with her.

"You know being so busy I find it surprising a cripple could catch you…. That is unless you wanted to be caught?"

Cuddy didn't reply for the briefest moment as she wondered about that. "I'm in heels House." She replied over her shoulder.

"And what a slimming effect they have on you cankles." House stopped short in time not to run into Cuddy who broke her pace suddenly to turn around on him.

"I do not have cankles!" She objected. House had to look down with his eyes to see her do to their close position. If he lowered his head even slightly they would bump heads. Her eyes were bright and angry, but some humor could be found there too.

"Maybe not." House conceded oddly bothered by their close proximity. Her lips were so close to his now. Just a breath away and…

"Oh… alright." Cuddy had no programming for a scenario were House honestly conceded, but as she caught the look in his eyes she had to swallow the sudden formation of her heart in her throat. "I have to go." She said nervously.

"Right." House replied. They both turned and headed off in opposite directions without looking back.

Cameron stared though the glass window at the sleeping form of their newest patient. She could not believe she had forgotten about his scar, and as much as she hated to admit it, House was right. There was absolutely no way for the scar and the growth not to be related. He was also more than likely right about Harry… he knew more than he was saying… Sighing Cameron decided to try and get to the bottom of it.

Cameron quietly made her way into the room before heading over to the side of the bed. Gently she rubbed his shoulder in order to wake him.

"Dr. Potter?" For a moment his eyes clouded over as he tried to remember where he was. There was a sharp change when his eyes finally lit up in comprehension.

"Call me Harry please."

Cameron smiled. "Harry…" She sighed. There was no way she wanted to be the bad guy, but… "What aren't you telling us?" Her voice was soft and pleading. Harry looked down towards his lap.

"I don't know what you mean." He replied quietly. Cameron's eyes lit up as anger surged through her.

"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN!" She took a steadying breath and though her voice was now much more quiet, the anger and fear was still strongly laced between every syllable. "You know something about what is causing this, and if you don't cooperate fully then you might as well just put a gun to you head yourself! How dare you ask for help as a doctor and patient, and not treat us with the same respect that you expect!?" Harry's eyes widened marginally during the first part of her speech before they took on a slightly guilty, defeated appearance.

"You're right. I haven't been one-hundred percent truthful." Harry said slowly. Cameron sighed. Maybe he would open up now. "I think I'll be checking out. Could you have my release forms ready." Ice filled Cameron's heart. He was leaving and it was her fault.

"I-"

"Please." Harry interrupted. Cameron sighed before nodding sadly and walking away.

Harry looked down at his lap wanting to laugh at the situation. He would have to leave again as his past caught up with him. First it was Sacred Heart and now Princeton Plainsboro. His past always seemed to catch up with him.

To be continued…

AN: Kinda short but I thought this would be a nice cliff-like ending for the chapter. Reviews are appreciated.