Title: Days Go By

Summery: House dwells on what happened during the week
Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG, maybe PG-13
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play. Songs owned by The Who and Elvis Costello.

Author's Note: Hmmm… only 4 reviews on that last chapter. Not feeling the love so much anymore  Did that last chapter suck that badly? LOL

Sorry bout the shortness of the chapters. It's been 2 years since I wrote anything; I'm a bit rusty. I'm also working my way towards something and they should be getting a bit longer. And yes, Allison was always going to get the flu. Sorry if I fooled you all into thinking she had some mysterious disease! Like I said, it's all part of my plan!

Sunday around 12pm

It's been almost two weeks since the incident and he still couldn't get over it. He was still in disbelief. He couldn't believe that fat, stupid bastard. How dare he. Touch. His. I-pod. Turn off The Who. THE WHO! In House's book, that was a sin of some kind of sin. Bastard.

Of course, the only reason that he remembered that little episode was because he was thinking of Cameron. He kept thinking about when she asked him... No! House was not going to dwell on that anymore. He wouldn't let himself. It wasn't right. But he cared about her; he was extremely worried about her. She was running a very high fever and it was probably going to get worse for at least another day or two. And he didn't want to think about that. So he drudged up the memory of Volger, or Fat Bastard, as he liked to call him. In violent protest, House was now blasting "Tommy" quite loudly. "Eyesight to the Blind" was now pounding through the speakers. He closed his eyes and soaked it all in.

You talk about your woman,
I wish you could see mine.
You talk about your woman,
I wish you could see mine.
Every time she starts to lovin'
She brings eyesight to the blind

You know her daddy gave her magic.
I can tell by the way she walks.
You know her daddy gave her magic.
I can tell by the way she walks.
Every time we start shakin'
The dumb begin to talk.

She's got the power to heal you,
Never fear.
She's got the power to heal you,
Never fear.
Just a word from her lips
And the deaf begin to hear.

Ah, crap. House thought when the song ended. If that song doesn't fit Cameron…

Shit. Now he really couldn't get her out of his head. That song fit her perfectly—from the way she walks down the hallways, to the way she heals patients.

House got up to change the cd. He was not going to think or worry about Cameron anymore.

What was he in the mood for? Stones? Elton John? Led Zeppelin? U2? Nah. Not in the mood. He shuffled through some more discs. Aha. Elvis Costello. Nice.

He popped the cd in, pressed random, poured himself some scotch, and sat back down to relax. He closed his eyes again as the music started.

Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl
And with the way you look, I understand that you are not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
Take off your party dress.

I'm not gonna get too sentimental
Like those other sticky valentines,
'cause I don't know if you are loving somebody.
I only know it isn't mine.

Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison,
My aim is true.

Well,

House got up and nearly broke his finger pressing the stop button. "Even my stereo is against me," he muttered out loud. Why did everything remind him of her this weekend? "Fine." He picked up the phone and punched in Chase's pager number.

"I can't believe House wants me to check up on Cameron," Chase muttered to himself pressing the buzzer to Apt. 3b.

"Who is it," came a very tired, raspy voice.

"Cameron, it's Chase. How are you feeling?"

Cameron sighed and laid her head on the doorframe next to the intercom. Just what she didn't want. Company.

"Much better," she lied. "The fever is down."

"Can I come up for a bit?"

"Uh, no… actually I was just heading off to sleep a bit more. Still very tired."

"Are you sure? I can make you some soup or something?" Chase cringed. Make her soup? House had better appreciate this.

"No, don't worry about it. I'll see you tomorrow at work. Bye."

"Bye."

Chase got out his cell phone to call Dr. House.

"She said what?"

"She said that she was feeling better, that her fever was down, and that she was coming in to work tomorrow," Chase replied. "But she still sounded like death to me."

"Stupid woman! How did she ever become a doctor?" House sighed. "Good job, Chase. See you tomorrow." He hung up.

Did she even know what would happen if she tried to come to work before she was recovered? She'd get even worse and then would definitely have to be admitted to the hospital.

If that was the was she was going to be, so be it. And since he couldn't get her out of his head anyway, something had to be done. He picked up the phone and started to dial Cameron's number. Then he paused and hung up. He grabbed his coat and cane, and walked out the door. Cameron was getting a house call.