Disclaimer: House and the crew are not owned by me. No matter how many times I say it, it still sucks.

This chapter is kinda short, only because the next chapter will be the last one, and I am figuring out what I am doing. Don't worry, I even have a sequel planned.

Cameron finished the tests, and found out that small clots throughout her entire leg were what had caused the pain in the girl's leg. Amputation seemed to be the best solution. Tears streamed down her face as she read over the results for the eighth time. She sat back down on the stool in the lab, and rubbed her forehead.

"What's the result?"

The familiar thud of his cane was slightly comforting, as it grew closer to her. She glanced up and saw House standing beside her, reading the folder. "Eight years old…wow."

"Yea…and she will have to live the rest of her life without a leg. She should have come to us earlier…maybe we could have done something…fixed it before it got this bad." Cameron began to sob, and was surprised to feel an arm around her shoulders. House pulled her closer to him, and held her against his chest as she cried.

She could smell his cologne, mixed with what soap he used through the top of his shirt. Unconsciously, she snuggled closer to him, the tears drying up. After a little while, she wasn't crying at all, and yet she still stayed close to his warm chest.

House noticed her lack of sobs, and pulled away slowly. He looked down into her eyes, and felt his good knee buckling. Cameron returned the deep look, and leaned up, just enough to be right in front of House's face. She stood up, and closed the gap between them, kissing him softly. A moan slipped from House's moan as he deepened the kiss, holding Cameron close to his body.

Cameron pulled back, gasping for air. "I…can't do this right now. I want to…oh do I want to…but I don't wanna start something…if I don't know 100 if I can finish it. I'm sorry." She sat back down on the stool, running her fingers through her hair.

House leaned back against the counter, wiping off his mouth and sighing. "I actually appreciate that. I want you to be happy, and if he makes you happy…I'll deal with it. Just let me know what you decided." He nodded, and left the room, leaving Cameron alone.

"What about a blood thinner? Her vitals and immune system are strong enough to sustain it. She would be a little sick, but at least she wouldn't have to lose her leg." Cameron commented. They were brainstorming ideas, other than amputation.

"Alright. I'll talk to the parents. Foreman, get Wilson, just to be safe. Chase and Cameron, redo the blood work. I don't want to make her more sick, if we are wrong." House nodded then left the conference room.

"Right, so we should get going then." Chase stood up, grabbing the file folder. He looked over at Cameron, who was smiling up at him. "What?"

"You are really cute when you are impatient."

"Excuse me?" Warmth began to spread across his face, and he glanced at the floor.

Cameron stood up and walked over to Chase, smiling still. "What I said…" She stood in front of him, and lifted his head, so he was looking into her deep green eyes. He could look into those eyes forever. "Was that you are really quite cute, when you are impatient."

Chase went to respond, but was cut off by Cameron's hand pulling his head down, and capturing his lips. She slid her other arm around his back, keeping him close. Chase ran his fingers through her hair as he ran his tongue softly along her lips, causing them to open and Chase to deepen the kiss. A small moan leaked from deep inside Chase, causing him to want the kiss to last forever.

Cameron pulled away, her lips swollen from the kiss. Chase moved so he could sit in a chair and regain control. "Wow…"

"Yea…well we should go and redo the blood work." Cameron nodded and walked out of the room. Chase just sat there, more confused.