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Chapter Nine.
As soon as Cameron was well enough, and Cuddy was sure she was in a fit state she sent her home, giving her as long as she wanted off work. House hadn't visited her since that night; he had been seen stood at the glass windows watching her while she was asleep. Yet he never ventured into the room or let her see him there. Cameron's attacker had escaped, the security guards had let him slip from their grasps and he had been able to out run them. None of this seemed to bother Cameron that much she hadn't spoken much, answering questions with one-word answers. Three weeks passed before Cameron returned to work. They had a new case, and Cameron had gotten word. She walked into the meeting room and took her jacket off revealing a smart black turtle neck jumper, and smart black pants with boots. Hanging her coat up she grabbed her lab one instead and pulled it on, turning around she flipped her hair out so it lay over her lab coat. She turned facing the others and saw their faces, they looked worried, she tensed and snapped.
"What? You didn't expect me to come back to work?" She stormed over to the worktop and poured herself a coffee. Foreman and Chase exchanged looks before Foreman muttered.
"Yeah we did, its just, are you sure your fit to come back to work?"
She whirled around her hair flying back. "Yes I am! The bruises have cleared and the cuts have healed, so obviously I'm fine, now can we just drop it?" Foreman opened his mouth to say something but Chase kicked him under the table, stopping him. Cameron added milk to her coffee then grabbed the file to come up to date on the case.
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House watched Cameron from his office; he noticed that her jumper went all the way up to her neck, probably to hide the cut. She strutted to get herself a coffee and then had snapped at the boys. He chuckled gently to himself, a sense of relief washing over him. For a few days he had thought Cameron wasn't going to return to work, but he was glad that she was strong enough to return, he thought that a new case would bring her back. That's the reason he had told Wilson to mention it to her and make it look like an accident. Standing he grabbed his cane and walked into the meeting room.
"Good morning. So what do we have?"
Picking up his board pen he waited for the ideas to come.
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Cameron acted normal throughout the whole session, she argued with Foreman, Chase and House dismissing their ideas. Looking once more at the board then to the file in front of her she waved her hands as Chase spoke.
"The patient could have eczema with asthma, its very common in kids of his age."
Cameron stepped up before anyone else could. "Eczema and asthma don't explain why he's vomiting, the hallucinations OR the seizures." Sometimes Chase could be really stupid. House saw Cameron roll her eyes at Chase's stupid-ness, and managed to stop his lips from rising into a smile. Putting the lid on the pen he grabbed his cane.
"Go get me a CT done, blood tests, urine test, and an MRI." He turned limping away. "Daddy's going to go bother Uncle Jimmy."
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Cameron looked down at the little form lay on the bed, the boy, Frankie, was only four years old, he was so tiny. She picked up her needle and bent down to his level, she rolled up his sleeve and said in a very sweet voice.
"Frankie, I'm going to have to use a needle to get some blood from your arm, its not going to hurt but you may feel a little pinch as if someone is poking you ok?" The little boy nodded at her and smiled saying in a tired voice.
"I'll be brave."
Smiling as she stood up Cameron gently drew some blood from the boy's arm, once she had a sufficient amount to complete her tests she wiped the boys arm and stuck a plaster on it. Leaving the room she came face to face with Chase he smiled at her.
"Why don't you let me do that? Go have a break or something, get a cup of tea."
"I came back to do my job Chase, not to take breaks every five minutes so I wish you and Foreman would leave me alone, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I am fine! Ok?" Her voice was not angry like it had been in the morning just fed up. Chase nodded and let her pass, he watched her make her way to the lab before entering their patients room to question the parents more.
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Wilson entered his office and saw that his armchair was facing away from him, with that back of it facing him, He sighed as he saw a cane at the edge of the desk and couldn't help smiling at House turned around in the chair with his hands clasped together and his fingers wiggling evilly.
"We've been expecting you Mr Wilson."
Wilson sat down opposite House. "You watch too many Bond movies. What are you doing here? I thought you had a case?"
House nodded. "I do, but the kids are growing up they can handle it themselves for now, they are only running tests. Although I best get back soon or Cameron may kill the other two."
Wilson looked at House with an interesting look. "So your plan worked, she came back to work?"
"Yep, like a moth to a flame." He laughed evilly throwing his head back. Wilson jabbed him with his own cane and made him stop.
"You know you could actual be nice to the girl, ask her how she is?"
"No!" House's mouth fell open in horror. "I wouldn't want to come to the same sticky end Foreman and Chase will. They have been asking her all morning and she's going to blow. Wanna put wagers on how long it will take?"
Wilson groaned standing up and walking to his chair. "Get up. You're sick you know that, and twisted." Pushing him from his chair Wilson sat back into his rightful seat and shook his head. House laughed and walked to the door but was stopped by Wilson.
"House!" He turned and regarded him. "The girl has suffered, like you have no idea, just give her a break ok?"
House shrugged. "I'm her boss, not her boyfriend, I'll let Chase do the comforting." As he stalked from the office, Wilson sighed rubbing his eyes. "You really need to get a hold of your jealousy."
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Cameron sat in the lab, her eyes fixed on the microscope she was using, her mind was swaying from what she should be doing. Mentally kicking herself she forced her brain to concentrate and took a look at the blood she was observing. After completing her tests she stood and took the results back to House.
Pushing open the door she saw him sat watching General Hospital on his portable TV. Clearing her throat she strode over to him.
"House…"
He waved his hand "Shush, important scene." Sighing she took a seat opposite him and crossed her legs, tutting loudly she rested her arms on the side of the chair. She looked at him and tutted again, glancing at her he growled before switching the TV off.
"What?"
"I have the results from the blood tests."
"And?" He looked disinterested and was studying the pigeon sat outside.
"Nothing. Everything was normal. White count was normal, everything was normal!"
House nodded. "Ok go find Chase, he should be doing the CT, he may need help." House stood up and headed towards the door. "And try not to jump him as soon as you see him."
Cameron narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists, she tried to stop herself but she couldn't. Standing up she walked over to House who had stopped by the door and grabbed his cane stopping him from leaving.
"Why are you such a jerk?"
"Its in my nature." He didn't smile but simply looked at her.
"So yeah, me and Chase slept together, once, when I was high. It's never happened since! It was a mistake and me and Chase are nothing but friends, so will you just let it drop?"
Angry House stood defiant. "Oh really? Sure, I believe that, oh no, wait I don't. You and Chase are clearly an item, everybody sees it, the way you look at each other, the way he touches your hand or arm every so often, they way you laugh at his abysmal jokes." He could see he was hurting her, the anger had left her eyes but there wasn't emptiness, instead it was replaced with pain, but he didn't stop. "So all I'm asking for is that you can resist the desire to jump him and screw him senseless every time you see him. And don't even say that I'm wrong I know Chase was the father of your baby."
Before he could react Cameron's hand had made contact with his face whipping it to the side, tears stung her eyes and he just had time to grab her wrist before she could slap him again. She held the tears back and looked at him. "You bastard!" Wrenching her hand free of his grasp she pushed open the door, turning on her heel she said to him. "I'm going home. And for your information, the baby I WAS carrying, was yours." And with that she left leaving a dumbstruck House rooted to the spot.
Authors Note
Well? What did we think? Please keep reviewing it does actually make me carry on, 'cause I'm not going to keep writing if nobodys reading.
I think the next chapter may be the last one!
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