Sorry for the unbelievably long wait for an update! I've been nusy getting ready for school and stuff like that, just as the rest of you, I'm sure, have been doing this past two weeks... well that's how long I've been in school for anyways. We started on the 28th, so... ya. Anyways, without further ado, here it is, chapter six, of this wonderful story. Lol.

Chapter 6

"Have fun?" Wilson asked as he looked up from his magazine.

"Oh yes, a real ball," House replied as he staggered into his office with the help of his cane. "I was kind of hoping that Cuddy had eaten you."

"I'm guessing I interrupted something then?"

"Oh, you would only imagine."

Wilson dropped his magazine to his lap and steadily looked at House. "What did you do?" he asked.

Back in House's conference room, Cameron stood at the white board as she, Foreman, and Chase went over their case once more. Cameron had erased House's mess of a chart and rewrote it neatly, leaving room to add and remove analysis's. On one side of the chart, Cameron had "Symptoms" written down, and on the other side, "Diagnosis's" was visible.

SymptomsDiagnosis's

- dizziness- influenza

- fainting- ependymoma

- blood clot- tuberous sclerosis

- myotonia

- atrial fibrillation

- teburcluosis (TB)

(A/N: The chart should go one column, then right next to it, the second column, but FanFiction doesn't let me do that, so sorry!)

"The flu's too obvious," Chase decided.

"It can cause a person to faint because of the dizeness of not eating, but what about the blodd clot. Even if the clot isn't linked to this, Chase is right. Everyone gets the flu, and I'm sure we would've been able to diagnose it by now," Foreman agreed.

"Yes, but," Cameron was cut short.

"Vicodin."

"What?" Chase and Foreman turned around and Cameron spun sideways to see House in the doorway.

"Can't you get it yourself?" Foreman asked him.

"Over there," was all he said as a reply.

He pointed with his cane to a window, where the little bottle was spotted on the desk placed in front of the view. Chase grabbed it, tossed it to Foreman, and Foreman gave it to House, who then, without saying anything else, turned and went in the direction of the clinic.

"He's willingly going to the clinc?" Chase asked.

"I guess so," Foreman replied.

Cameron remained silent, only to go to the coffee machine. She poured herself a cup and returned to the table where Chase and Foreman sat silently, watching her.

"What?" Cameron said after an odd silence. Chase and Foreman, looking her direction, glanced at each other before saying anything.

"You're oftly quiet," Chase informed her.

"So?" Cameron questioned.

"You we're just talking to us before House came," Foreman said. "So either you've magically lost the use of you're voice, or something happened between you two."

"We… He came to my apartment last night." Cameron said.

"Why?" Chase looked utterly confused.

Cameron let out a little annoyed sigh. "He said Wilson told him to go."

"House hasn't cared for anyone in a long time, Cameron. If he tried anything, don't be pulled into it, because he'll just leave you like he did Stacy." Foreman said.

The sound of that name brought Cameron back to when Stacy had been hired to work for the hospital. House cured her husband, but later she left him to be with House, after he made her choose between him and Mark. When she had made her dicission, he told her that staying with him was a foolish idea and that she shouldn't make Mark move back home without her. House made her leave, giving away the only girl he had ever truly loved, or the only one that Cameron had known about, until House's recent actions towards Cameron herself.

Still, she had no proof that House really liked her, let alone loved her. He may not have been sober, although the taint of alcohol was no where on his breath. There were many possibilities, but none seemed to fit the fact that he had actually tried to kiss her.

"Cameron. Cameron? Cameron!" Foreman repeated three times, louder each time to grab her attention.

Cameron's gaze was still locked on the floor. "Hmm, what?" She brought her eyes slowly back to Foreman and Chase's level.

"Did you hear what I said?" Foreman asked. When she didn't reply he added, "He'll leave you just like he did Stacy."

"How would you know?" Cameron spat back. She glared at both of her collegues as she added, "You don't even know if he did try anything, so stop worrying about me!"

"Someone has a sharp tounge today…" Chase muttered as he went to the coffee machine. He got a cup of hto water from the pot next to the cafinated drink and slowly mixed in the grains from a tea bag.

"House will like that," Foreman mussed.

Chase shot him an icy glare before handing the cup to Cameron. She took it willingly as he lead her into House's office and made her sit in the armchair at the front of the room. He closed the blinds that shielded the glass wall and door next to her, went back to the coffee room, and closed the door gently, leaving her to calm herself down.

"Apparently it's not only Cameron who's in bad mood today," Foreman murmered to himself, but obviously loud enough for Chase to hear, since he got another glare from him before walking to the clinic.

Okay, so. Problems? Corrections needed? Please let me know! I know this isn't the whole chapter yet, but I'm trying guys, really! Wanna know how busy I've been. Okay, I know right now something like No, not really, is going through your heads right now. But oh well. If any of you care out there about me, and not just the fictional House characters, then you'll read what I've got to say. Ha! Hey Brad Paisley's on! Woo-hoo! Lol, okay sorry. Anyways, well, on the first day of school, I had a 200 - 250 word (I forget sorry) essay for homework. Now, due today, I had a 275 word essay due, and due tomorrow, I have a 100 word and a 250 word essay. That's a lot if you seriously take some time. And that's just essays. I've also had loads of other random papers and stuff, specifically for German. Don't ask. So, I wanna see atleast 20 reviews before I add more to the chapter. That's only two more. Come on, I know you can do it! Hit that button!

Some of you were asking what grade I'm in and how old I am. Well, I don't want to reveal my age, but I know my grade will say it anyway. But for my reviewers, I am in 8th grade.

Okay in hte next chapter like thingy (lol), I'm gonna post all of your reviews, so if you want to be mentioned, REVIEW! I'm gonna work this like my favorite radio station, Y108 (credits to Mike Tyler). Every weekday night you get to call in and vote for a song out of two that they play. The one that wins gets played against someone new the next day.

When you call in, They'll answer the phone, usualy with just "Hello, Y108, which one are you voting for?" Otherwise they add the song title and name of the artist after the "Y108" part.

Anyways, they'll thank you, etc. Sometimes at teh end, they'll ask who is calling.

So, I may ask you who you are. All you have to do is tell me your first name, and you're done.

Lol, so thanks to everyone who took time to read this!

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