..:Note:.. yesterday I had placed up quite alot of Chapters for this FF. However that was because on Monday's my work is closed And I didn't have anywhere to go.But I have work today, so I only have 2 Chapters today 9 and 10. I'll put more up before I go to work tomorrow as well. Enjoy :D (yes I realize I should've put this in insert in ch 9)


Dr Cameron was a strong person. Determined and never faltering, however, today was not the best of her days.

She was just barreled over by Dr. Chase and Dr Foreman as they caught up with her. She was intent on not crying during her conversation with Dr. House staring at her, even though she could feel herself welling up, but now as she was away from his eyesight, she didn't know if she had the courage to keep it all in. She didn't. Her eyes were filling up and they began to spill out onto her cheek. She grabbed Dr Chase's lab coat and cried into his shoulder.

Pulling her away, he looked into her glassy eyes.
"Dr Cameron, what just went on in there? What's going on?" She wiped her cheek and stare at the two for a brief second before she spoke.
"Nothing. It's okay. Everything fine." She wiped at her cheek again. "Don't worry about"
"Everything is NOT fine when you come in, quit, than run out crying."
"He's right you now Cameron. You can tell us. We're here for you." Dr Chase spoke in the sincere familiar voice he always used when he spoke to her.

She was unyielding.
"Don't worry. It's Okay." She glimpsed at her watch. "I've got to go." and she strode over to the nearest bathroom.

The two men stared at each other as they let her walk away.
"We're missing something aren't we"
"Yup." was all Dr Foreman replied.

Cameron stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were blood shot, her cheeks were tear streak, and her hair was disheveled. This was not the girl she knew.

"Pull yourself together . You are Allison Cameron. You never let things so trivial bother you before. This is no different" Yes it was.

She turned on the tap and the let water run cold. Cupping her hand under the tap, she splashed the cool water on her face and she began to calm down. Now was not the time to be upset. She had a job to do, and she would do it. Misery was not a luxury she could afford to have right now. She needed to be strong if she was to go through with her leaving. And she would. She dried her face and walked out of the bathroom with her head held high.