Okay, so I may have lied about the story going more around Remy than Cameron..
Amazonlife- I'll get back to him. He's been locked away (which will be explained soon), so no need to worry though.
And too all my reviewers, thank you so much. Sorry ten took so long to put up, so I'm posting this pretty early, and 12 tomorrow. Let me know what you think!
"I'm thinking season one" House smiled as he threw box on the glass table instead of a case file.
"Is this your soap?" Foreman groaned as he opened the lid of the box. Cameron rolled her eyes at House.
Then she felt a vibration in her pocket.
"Since, we're not doing anything. I'm going to take this,' she said holding up her phone for him to see. The number on the screen was Remy's school, so Cameron was a bit worried.
"This is Plainsboro Middle School, there was an incident with Remy."
"Is she alright?' Cameron asked, standing up and going into the hallway. House dropped a DVD and watched her intently.
"She's hurt, but she'll be okay. We need you to come pick her up. She's been suspended."
"What?" Cameron yelled loudly enough that the team heard her across the glass divide.
"She got into a fight. We'll explain when you come in."
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," Cameron groaned. She hung up her phone and went back into the office.
"The brat okay?" House asked actually sounding concerned.
"I don't even know." Cameron shrugged, "I have to go get her."
House nodded and waved her off with a flick of his wrist. Cameron grabbed her bag and headed towards her car.
She couldn't believe Remy had gotten into a fight. That was not like her. Cameron wondered if Remy was defending herself, which could have been a good thing. It might mean that she finally learned to stand up for herself, despite violence never being the right answer. Or, maybe she'd twisted Cameron's advice about living exactly how you want to.
Cameron rubbed her temples as she approached the school. Really, no matter what this wasn't going to be good. Remy had been doing well for a while, but she seemed to be slipping slowly downwards. Cameron wondered if it was her influence.
Cameron parked and headed into the school. She'd only ever entered for parent teacher conferences, which were weird enough for her, but now she was going to see the principal. It felt wrong.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Cameron, Remy's guardian." Cameron said approaching the secretary. She nodded and pointed for Cameron to head past her into the principal's office.
Cameron spotted Remy sitting in a chair outside. She was staring down in her lap, avoiding eye contact.
"Remy, do you want to tell me what happened?" Cameron asked kneeling down next to her.
Remy shook her head.
"You sure you don't want to tell me before your principal does?" Cameron asked again.
"No," Remy said harshly. Her voice peaked upwards at the end like she was going to cry. That's when Cameron noticed that she was holding her arm.
Cameron put out her hands and took Remy's arm. She examined it, and pushed at some places only to hear a yelp from Remy.
"It very well might be broken again," Cameron said, shaking her head.
"It's fine," Remy said, her voice cracking.
"I'll take you to the hospital after I talk to your principal." Cameron said, trying to sound sympathetic and disappointed.
"I don't want another cast." Remy said, wiping at her eyes, which were beginning to tear.
"It would only be a wrist one, you'd be able to bend your elbow this time." Cameron said, stroking her hair.
"I still don't want it." Remy mumbled.
"Then you shouldn't have hit anyone." Cameron said, opening the door.
"I didn't," Cameron heard her grumble before the door shut behind her.
"Dr. Cameron, good to see you." The principal extended an arm. Cameron shook it and took a seat.
"So, what's going on?" Cameron asked nervously.
"Remy took a swing at another girl in gym class." The principal replied.
"Oh god," Cameron rubbed her forehead.
"She missed, hit the wall, pretty hard too." The principal added.
"Do you know why?" Cameron asked.
"Gym coach said she was probably being teased. It happens a lot in middle school." The principal said, not sounding especially concerned.
"The other girl was named Chelsea Marks, they've both been suspended." The principal said, reading off a piece of paper.
"Do you now anything else, it really isn't like Remy to hit someone," Cameron said.
"Nothing else. I'm sorry. Remy's been doing remarkably since you took guardianship of her. Straight A's, even in science, and her teacher's say she's been participating a lot more this year. Children fight, if this is the worst thing she's ever done, consider yourself lucky." The principal said.
"Thanks," Cameron said, extending her arm. She still didn't feel better, but she supposed this could have been a lot worse.
"Also, she's suspended from school, but if she's already got a date or anything, she's still welcome to come to the dance this weekend." The principal added.
"Thanks," Cameron said again before letting herself out. Remy hadn't even mentioned the dance.
"Come on Remy," Cameron said, holding out her arm for the girl.
Remy stood up and followed Cameron out slowly.
"Remy, can you tell me why you hit Chelsea?" Cameron asked, as Remy struggled to put her seat belt on. After a few moments, Cameron reached over and did it for her.
"She's always mean to me, and I didn't want to take it anymore." Remy said, rubbing at her stomach.
"What's wrong with walking away, or telling an adult?" Cameron asked.
"Is that what you did in school?" Remy asked sarcastically.
"I never hit anyone," Cameron answered.
"Of course not. You were probably popular and pretty and I doubt anyone picked on you." Remy turned towards the window.
"Remy, I was a mess. I was too short, I played the clarinet, and my skin was disgusting. I'd keep pictures around, but I don't want to scare anyone," Cameron joked.
Remy turned around and looked at her.
"You are beautiful, Remy. You get prettier everyday, and I'm sure it drives some people crazy." Cameron said, taking a turn towards the hospital.
"I get uglier everyday," Remy muttered.
"Did someone tell you that?" Cameron asked.
"I look more and more like her everyday." Remy said.
"Like who?" Cameron asked, feeling like she knew the answer.
"My mom, I hate her, and I hate the way she looked, and now I have her eyes and her mouth and her stupid body, and maybe even her stupid disease," Remy spit out.
"You're not her." Cameron said pulling into a parking spot, but not getting out of the car.
"I look more like her everyday. Yeah, I'm getting bigger, like everyone in the world likes to point out, but I'm growing into her body." Remy teared.
"Remy, you're mother was beautiful, and inside she had a good heart." Cameron said.
"No, she wasn't, and I'm not going to let myself end up like her." Remy said, "I remember what happened, and worse everyone else does too. She went crazy, she lit our house on fire and left me to die!"
Cameron leaned across the seat and pulled Remy into a hug.
"Is this why you wont eat?" Cameron asked.
"She used to do it to me, and she was doing me a favor. If I don't eat I can't grow up and turn into a dumb slut." Remy sobbed.
"You will never be a dumb slut, and no one deserves to be called that," Cameron said pulling back.
Remy shrugged looking guilty, and Cameron groaned.
"You called Chelsea that, didn't you," Cameron asked. Remy nodded.
"She has huge boobs, and she's kissed like five boys" Remy shrugged.
"That doesn't make her a slut or dumb," Cameron said, feeling the need to bash her head against a wall.
"But, having small ones makes me a stupid baby?" Remy shot back.
"Is that really what you fight about?" Cameron asked.
"Among other things," Remy said, her cheeks turning red.
"Remy, if you don't eat your body wont have enough fat to develop." Cameron said. Remy's cheeks went even redder.
"It's not fair that I can't control what changes," Remy whined.
"Sorry kid," Cameron said, pulling the keys out of the ignition finally.
"-and I still don't want another cast," Remy added, getting out of the car and taking the lead into the hospital.
"You shouldn't have hit a wall then," Cameron smirked.
"I wasn't aiming for the wall," Remy shot back. Cameron ran to catch up to Remy and pulled her into a hug from the back.
"Hey," Remy shrieked.
"This way, we're not going to my office," Cameron said, rerouting her towards the ER.
"Can't I see House? I bet he could fix my arm without a cast." She said.
"He's a miracle worker not a magician. But, I'm sure he already knows you're here," Cameron rolled her eyes. She rounded a corner and there he was sitting behind the nurses' station sucking on a kid's lollipop.
"Brat!" He smiled, seeing her.
"House!" Remy smiled back. She ran towards him, and he tossed her a sucker. She caught it in her bad hand and winced. House grabbed her arm ad quickly examined it before shooting Cameron a look.
"Let's go get an x-ray," he said, jumping up.
"Waiting for us?" Cameron asked House.
"And avoiding clinic duty - multi-tasking," he smirked.
"Don't forget, eating candy meant for sick children," Remy threw in. Cameron smiled at her playfulness, and at how happy she was with House just moments after her breakdown in the car.
"Can I get tested while we're here," Remy said, turning around and tugging at Cameron's sleeve.
"At your check up," Cameron said, not budging on her answer.
"STDs or pregnancy?" House asked, smiling at you.
"Huntington's," Remy glared back. House's smile disappeared and he and Cameron shared a look.