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Author's Note: Thanks so much for reading and reviewing. This is the last chapter, but not my last House fanfic so I hope you will continue to read my stuff! Thanks a bunch! And on with the last chapter:

Chapter 5-

It had been two days since she had asked Cuddy if she could leave early from work and so far she had received several calls. Two were from Foreman and two more were from Wilson. A fifth was from Chase who left a five minute long message of silence because he didn't hear the 'beep' of the answering machine. Finally, another was from Cuddy which was the only phone call she had responded to. As soon as she got home from a local diner and the grocery store, she called Cuddy back and told her that she needed another day or so off. Other than that, Cameron really hadn't spoken to anyone at all with the exception of the waitress and the cashier who she really hadn't said anything personal to, just a friendly "thanks" and "could I have the check now, please?". Mostly, she stayed in her apartment and slept, listened to music, watched the news, and tried to get herself into a better mood.

She opened her eyes from a dreamless sleep. The alarm clock on the night table beside her bed said that it was only 4:43 am. Now her eyes shifted towards the window which was opened slightly at the bottom. Shivering, she got up to go and shut it, discovering that it was still raining outside. It had been raining on and off for five straight days and although she usually didn't mind the weather and would have liked having a nice rainy day, she was growing tired of the cold that gave you chills even though you had a huge oversized sweater on. She turned on a light and got back under the covers, snuggling down into the warmth of the bed. From the night table she grabbed a book and opened it to start reading; she needed something to occupy her night. It was obvious that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep.

At around 7:05 her cell phone rang from the other room. After a few minutes it stopped ringing and then it started ringing again and again and again. Eventually she got up and answered it.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Good morning!" House's voice was loud and slightly sarcastic like usual, "Coming to work today or are you still playing sick? The old excuse that you have a stomach ache and your head hurts only covers maybe two days tops and then mommy and daddy start to catch on."

"I'm not sick."

"Some people may be concerned and those concerned people can be very annoying every morning."

"Oh I'm so sorry you have to go through that; it must be terrible. Why do you care anyway? They're my friends; they're supposed to be worried when their colleague doesn't show up for work two days in a row."

"Foreman told me to ask how you're doing," House said.

"When did he say this? I didn't hear anyone in the background."

"He told me yesterday," House lied.

"Right well tell Foreman that I'm fine."

"Will do."
"Okay well I'm going to go continue reading and try to get to sleep and I'm sure you have plenty of other more important things to do besides talk on the phone with me so I'll let you go. Bye House."

"See you at work tomorrow!" He said quickly and hung up the phone before she could say anything else. Altogether, he thought he had handled that phone call quite well.

Cameron breathed a sigh of relief when she finally hung up her cell phone. She climbed back into her bed and pulled the covers over her and set the book she had been reading back down on the night table. She turned onto her side and closed her eyes to try and get to sleep.

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It was a few hours later and House sat in his office; Wilson was there too, leaning back in one of the chairs. Twirling his cane around, House looked around the room. He stared at the ceiling for a while and then the door and finally at his sneakers. He inspected those for a while, checking the bottoms to make sure they were clean and such before he noticed that Wilson was staring at him.

"Uh, do you mind?" House asked, "It's impolite to stare."

"Yeah? How do you think the ceiling feels?"

"Uh oh, Jimmy's grumpy this morning."

"No, I'm just very observant. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing; isn't a man just allowed to stare?"

"You never stare at anything unless the patient has large breasts or is Cuddy happens to be wearing a low cut shirt or if Dr. Cameron is in the room."

"Okay, you got me. I'll admit… you know the other night when you went out with.. uh.. what's her name again? Oh yeah, Sandy? Yeah, well I lied when I said I liked your tie."

Wilson smirked, "Nice try, House. What's really going on?"

The door opened and Foreman and Chase walked in.

"Oh look, the other doctors are here, I guess that means its time to go do our jobs!"

Wilson got up and stalked out of the room, unsatisfied.

"What was that all about?" Foreman asked.

"Nothing… he's just upset because I told him Cuddy said that she already had plans for Friday night."

Foreman just nodded, "Yeah, okay, so what do we have today? Is Cameron coming in today?"

"Nope, just you two lovebirds are here today; I've got clinic duty in about five minutes. If you want I can change that to fifteen minutes or thirty or an hour or so. It really depends on what fun stuff you guys are doing today. I don't know if I want to be down there with all those people that have allergies and migraines that are sneezing on me and complaining."

"Well have fun then," Chase replied, "Nothing big today, just following up on some patients and getting two of them out of here."

House shook his head and then made his way out into the hallway and eventually to the elevator. He tried to take his time since he was in no rush to get down there to the clinic. Reaching the elevator, he pushed the down button and waited before boarding and then pressing button number one. It took couple short minutes for him to make it down to the first floor and he limped off and headed towards the desk. Strangely though, he could have sworn he had seen Cameron sitting in Cuddy's office.

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"Are you sure you're ready to come back? You're okay and everything?" Lisa asked. "You have vacation days that you never used yet and I don't mind if you take some time off."

"No, its okay, I'm fine. These last few days have been kinda hard, but I wanted to stop in and see if there was anything you needed me to do around here. I can stay if you need me to."

"If we need an extra doctor, I'll call you. Go home and rest, you look a bit stressed and anxious."

Cameron thanked Cuddy again and headed to the door. She had been out going over a friend's house and decided to stop by and see if there was anything she could do here.

However, much to Cameron's surprise, she ran into House on her way out.

"I thought you weren't coming to work today?" he asked.

"I'm not; I only stopped by for a few minutes."

"You don't look sick, how'd you get Cuddy to buy it?"

"I'm not sick, you know that."

"Are you okay?"

Cameron nodded, "I have to go."

House watched as she went outside and got into her car. Finally, his attention shifted back to the clinic where a patient was waiting for him in room 12. Looking down the row of people waiting in the oh-so-comfortable hospital chairs, he sighed and then limped into the room.

"Okay, so what's the problem, sir?" House asked.

"Nothing big, it's just that I'm a bit worried. See, I cut myself when I was cleaning the garage yesterday. An old saw fell out and sliced my hand. It's not that big, but I did go in and run it under the faucet and you know, put some peroxide on it and a bandage. I worried it'll get infected and I'll get sick."

"Hmm, I'll get you some medicine and you'll get a tetanus shot. I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Thank-you."

House nodded and gave the man a blue slip of paper, "Tell the next person that they can come in, will you?"

House went through clinic duty with barely any complaints, well, except one. One woman was extremely rude to him because she didn't think that she could become sick. Apparently she was some big CEO of some large company and she had a lot of money and hadn't been sick in years.

"Well, it's inevitable really," House said, "You're going to get sick sooner or later."

"I don't trust you; I'm getting a second opinion," replied the woman who stormed out of the room.

That was when Cuddy stormed in.

"Scaring away patients? What did you do this time, House?" she asked.

"Nothing; she didn't think she could get sick. I tried to explain the facts of life to her, but she wouldn't listen and she got fed up and left."

"Great, House, just great. I am so glad I hired someone who is just great with people. I have no doubt that you had something to do with Cameron taking off half the week. What did you do, harass her about something?"

"I had nothing to do with what was bothering her," replied House.

"Like you know; you don't understand people. A simple comment from you that you think wouldn't bother anyone… could drive someone else insane. Christ, I know a few times I've had to go get a drink after dealing with you!"

"Look, can you just send the next patient in? I'd rather deal with another patient right now then argue with you about something that you don't even know what you're talking about!"

"Yeah, and I bet you know what's wrong with Dr. Cameron, right?"

"Actually, yeah I do. Just send the next patient in or I'll go out there and send in a patient for you to deal with."

Cuddy then stormed out and another patient walked through the door, looking slightly afraid.

"Hello, I'm Dr. House. Please disregard Dr. Cuddy; she's having one of her hissy fits. What can I do for you?"

The day continued on and at six o' clock Dr. House left work and headed home. On his way, he stopped by a small shopping center so he could pick up a pizza and a bottle of soda for dinner. He put in his order and waited. Eventually, he said he was going to go take a walk and would be back soon. House got up and went down to the small store at the end.

It was a little gift shop type of store, like Hallmark, but it was a small, family run business and the people were pretty nice. Well, that was what Wilson said. Wilson usually went there to buy his wife things after they had an argument. House walked in and started to look around. A few moments later and after he had walked down each isle about five times, a woman came up to him and addressed him.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with? Were you looking for anything in particular?" she asked politely.

House turned to her with a baffled look on his face, "Well, I need an 'I'm sorry for being an idiot card, can you forgive me?' You know that type of thing."

"Hmm," the woman looked puzzled for a moment and then rushed off to look. She came back a few seconds later, "I don't really have something exactly like that, so how about I make something. I do beautiful calligraphy and I can make you a nice card exactly how you want from one of the blank cards on our shelf. How would that be?"

"Great and it would be better if you made the message up because I'm horrible at those types of things."

The woman laughed, grabbed a card and went into a small office in the back of the shop. A little while later, but not too much longer, she came back out and handed him a card in an envelope that surprisingly already had the name Cameron on it.

"Wait, how did you know who the card was for?" House asked.

"You're Dr. House, right? James Wilson comes in here often and talks about you a lot. When I saw you and heard what you were looking for I just assumed." She laughed.

House paid for the card and said he had to be off to pick up his pizza.

"Thank-you, then. Good luck!" The woman said before he finally left the small shop.

House slipped the card into his pocket and picked up his pizza and soda and was finally back in his car and on his way home. Twenty minutes later, he was home and sitting at his kitchen table with a slice of pizza in his hand. After a while, he settled down and watched some TV and eventually he went to sleep after calling Wilson to make sure he didn't spill anymore of his personal life to random people.

"You told some stranger everything about me… how did you know that she wasn't going to come and kill me while I was sleeping or something? The police would ask everyone who this person was and why she did it and you'd be the guilty one who told her my name, age, and personal business…" Wilson let him ramble on and on, knowing that he wasn't serious.

Finally, Wilson yawned, "Goodnight, House."

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The next morning, Cameron was in the mood to go back to work. She washed and dressed and finally headed out to her car. She turned on the radio and put in a CD; Aqualung. The skies were clear and she felt like she was ready to cope with the world again.

She walked up to House's office, taking her normal job of sorting through his email and such. Although, when she got there and put her things down, getting ready to sit at his desk and check his email… she saw an envelope with her name on it. She opened it.

It was a card from House. She smiled; it was certainly unlike House, but it definitely made her morning. Cameron finished sorting through House's email and she poured a cup of coffee into a mug. She took out a pen and opened the card.

"Thanks," she wrote underneath the message, "Would it be too much to ask if you'd like to talk sometime, really talk? -Allison Cameron."

She left it on the desk with the cup of coffee and went off down to the clinic; today she had clinic duty. Sighing, she left the office and headed downstairs.

Author's Note: I think I'm going to end it there. I didn't want to be too fluffy or anything so I'll leave you some room to imagine what will happen next. Thanks for reading and reviewing! It's very much appreciated. PS.. if you don't like the ending, I can change it.. just let me know.

Also, I'm probably going to start another House fanfic. I've been thinking about it a lot and it will be Cameron and House points of view… mostly Cameron though. And if any shipness, it will be House/Cameron. Here's a summary of the plot:

Something along the lines of someone tries to kill someone, but House and his team save the person's life… The "killer" isn't too happy about that and he finds out who saved the person and starts attacking them.

I know that's kinda vague and all, but it's a rough summary of the plot I was thinking of. I'm not good with thinking of illnesses and all so if anyone would like to help me with my next story, let me know. D