Foreman found House in the hall, "Simon is sure his father never touched his sisters."

"How can he be sure?" House asked, more for its epistemological value than anything else.

"Because he said that he and Cameron are very close and he would know," Foreman answered.

House noted that Foreman's tone was defensive and somewhat angry. House figured it was because he felt guilty. Foreman exhibited a certain amount of protectiveness for Cameron, like he was her big brother.

"What about Linda?" House asked.

"He doesn't see her very much and according to him, neither does Cameron," Foreman told him.

Chase came up the hall, House noted significantly more spring in his step. "It's Cameron," he beamed, "She's getting better."

Cameron was sitting up and she looked alert.

"Simon," Cameron called as she embraced him in a warm hug.

"I was so worried." He admitted. He caressed Cameron's cheek with his thumb, "How are you feeling?"

The team led by Chase entered the room.

"Much better," Cameron sighed in relief. "I feel like I've been having a crazy dream for the last couple of days." Cameron said.

"You had a car accident," Simon told her.

"I remember we were driving home from the restaurant, and I kept hearing people talking to me. I was trying to tell him to stop but he wouldn't..." Cameron seemed to be getting worked up from her vivid recollection.

"Then I saw him in front of the car, so I swerved," Cameron was shaking her head, she looked ready to cry. She took a couple of deep breaths to settle herself. "It gets fuzzy for a while there."

"Who wouldn't stop?" Simon asked his confusion evident.

"Dad," she said.

Cameron continued to recount her memories, "There was this dove and it was trying to steal my spirit, so I couldn't open my eyes."

She suddenly realised the whole team were at the door watching.

Cameron shook her head, "That all sounds so crazy."

"At least your better now," Simon smiled, holding Allison in close to his chest, and softly caressing her hair. "I was so worried."

Cameron suddenly panicked, "Oh my God, where's Linda?"

"She's in the next room," Simon assured her, "She's still acting a little..." Simon stalled while he tried to find a nice word, "Confused," he settled on.

"We're glad you're better," Chase positively glowed with relief.

Cameron smiled back at him, her silent thanks.

"We'll leave you two alone," Foreman said respectfully, yanking Chase out of the room.

Cameron noticed House, "What did you guys give me?"

"Nothing," House said simply, disappointed with himself that he was no closer to understanding it now that Cameron appeared to be fine.

House remained distant as an observer of the sibling's interaction.

"What?" Cameron didn't understand.

"Whatever it was is probably environmental," House shrugged, "Linda will probably get better soon."

Cameron raised her eyebrow suspiciously. "You're satisfied with not knowing?" She knew this would eat a way at him.

Cameron saw something behind House. "Mom," she seemed surprised to see her.

"Allison," the older woman came over and gave her daughter a brief hug. "I was so worried."

"How's Linda doing?" Simon asked, as his mother had just been in with her.

"She's still talking nonsense when she says anything at all. She's still restrained," Mary Harvey looked ready to cry.

House left the room, he felt like an intruder.

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Cameron was going to be kept overnight for observation, but she was allowed to walk around a little now. She made her way to House's office. He was staring intensely at the wall and didn't notice her.

"I hear you think I have conversion disorder," Cameron broke his concentration.

House's head shot up.

"It's one possible theory," House shrugged.

"I wasn't sexually abused, and neither was Linda, start looking for something else," Cameron said flatly.

House studied her face as she spoke. She gave nothing away.

"Why didn't you tell me your father died?" House tried to hide the hurt he felt.

Cameron's sad eyes held his for a long moment, "I don't know... I guess you and I just don't have that kind of relationship."

House nodded, her comment was cold but honest. He hadn't been her friend. Their relationship had always been about what he would allow her to see, to know, when he needed it. Come to think of it, they hadn't had a real conversation since Cameron was telling him about her husband dying while crying over a centrifuge.

He felt a sharp pain shoot up his leg. He padded his pocket for his Vicodin bottle.

Cameron broke the silence that was settling between them, "If it was environmental, shouldn't Linda be getting better by now, she hasn't improved at all."

House shrugged it off, "She may have had higher exposure than you."

Cameron seemed to accept this answer.

"You and Simon are very close," House observed. It was deliberately leading.

Cameron knitted her brow, unsure of what to make of House's comment. "Yeah," she nodded.

"That must be nice," House added, almost as an afterthought.

It was the kind of comment that invites the other person to talk more but Cameron said nothing.

House decided to go fishing, "How close are you and Linda?"

"Not that close," Cameron seemed a little sad by it, "I hardly ever see her, we talk on the phone about once a month," Cameron hesitated, then decided to say it anyway, "She has this way of not telling you anything important, she's so guarded."

House was still trying to put all the pieces together, "Why is Linda your emergency contact?"

Cameron thought for a moment, "I filled that form out when I arrived, almost four years ago, Simon was away at college."

The explanation was much simpler than House anticipated.

"You're mother isn't what I expected," House smiled.

"You were expecting a 200 pound country bumpkin wearing an apron and a smile, weren't you?" Cameron teased.

"Kind of," House conceded.

Their smiling eyes found comfort in one another for a brief moment.