I'm getting sick of typing that disclaimer. Everyone knows none of it's mine. So there.

Stump: Hey, like I said, serious writer's block.

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Cameron was driving to work, the stereo on. A song came on – it was Matchbox 20's "Disease".

Feels like you made a mistake
You made somebody's heart break
But now I have to let you go
I have to let you go

God, if that didn't make her think of House.

You left a stain
On every one of my good days
But I am stronger than you know
I have to let you go

She shut off the stereo. She couldn't take any more of it.

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House sat in one of the exam rooms. Across from him sat his patient.

"Where does it hurt?" asked House.

"It doesn't hurt, I'm just here for a physical." House rolled his eyes and, using his cane, hit the man on the knee.

"Where does it hurt?" he repeated. The man got up. "I'll just wait for another doctor," he said, exiting the room. House smiled to himself and got up, ambling back to his office, where he turned on the radio. A song came on; though it was already in the middle, it made him pause.

I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby
I can't live without you, tell me
What am I s'posed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease


Feels like you're making a mess
You're hell on wheels in a black dress
You drove me to the fire
And left me there to burn

He sat, too caught up with himself to turn it off.

Every little thing you do is tragic
All my life before was magic
Beautiful girl – I can't breathe
I got a disease
Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy
I can't live without you, tell me
What am I s'posed to do about it
Keep your distance from it
Don't pay no attention to me
I got a disease

I think that I'm sick
But leave me be
While my world is coming down on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honeybee
Be strong
Keep telling myself
That it won't take long 'till
I'm free of my disease

It was just then that he noticed Cameron standing in the doorway. He shut off the radio. There was an awkward silence. After the long pause, Cameron cleared her throat.

"Cuddy's looking for you," she said quietly. "She wants you to finish your clinic hours. She's upset that you blew the last one off."

"When is she ever not upset at me?" muttered House, hoisting himself from his chair. He muttered something unintelligible and left Cameron standing in his office.

Later in the lab, Foreman looked over at Cameron, who was standing over the centrifuge. "What's up? You seem a little quiet today," he said.

"Nothing," she replied hastily. She closed the centrifuge and turned to go.

"Oh, now I know something's wrong," said Foreman, gently taking hold of her arm and preventing her from leaving.

"Foreman, let go!" she mumbled, pulling herself free. "It's nothing, I just heard a song on the radio this morning that made me think…" she stopped.

"About House?" finished Foreman. She nodded.

"But it doesn't matter. I'm not going to let it affect my work. Now if you'll excuse me," she said, and left the lab.

So there you have it, everyone, chapter 11. R&R, tell me what you think, what I can improve.