A/N:- Seriously, thanks for the reviews, they're great inspiration to keep going!

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Cameron decided to put off telling Wilson about the donation for the moment, and instead went back to the diagnostics room to write a report on the patient so she could get her thoughts in order. It was definitely Systemic Lupus Erythematosus, it was just a case of convincing the others.

She spoke softly to herself as she wrote, so quietly it was almost a mumble "Malar or butterfly rash present over nose, lighter than usual, but definitely not a case of skin pigmentation. ANA was positive indicating a simulated immune system. Blood tests revealed anti-phospholid antibodies present in body, as well as a low white cell count."

House walked into the room eyeing her suspiciously

"Doctor Cameron, I think you are proof to say that Clinic duty makes people insane. You were talking to yourself. Why?"

"It's lupus. All the tests are indicative of Systemic Lupus Erythematosus, but I am concerned at her temperature. She is having sweats, which could mean Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma- patients with Lupus are more susceptible to this even without immunosuppressant drugs…" He broke in with a typically House remark

"Yes I also went to medical school…" Cameron just looked at him blankly and continued her speech, completely nonplussed by the interruption.

"Anyway, I think we need to get Wilson to do a biopsy of her Lymph node- at least then we can tell her if she is going to die." House looked slightly shocked at her un-Cameron like comment, completely disregarding the possibility of the patient's death. Cameron got up, deciding that this would be the best time to go and see Wilson about both matters at hand- her patient and Cindy's will.

"Doctor Cameron, it has come to my attention that you have been rather distant recently. I need to know if it is affecting your job."

"I think the diagnosis of the patient proves that my job is not being affected by anything, nor is there anything that is affecting me" She spoke coldly, looking him dead in the eye.

"Okay then, go run your tests…" She had turned to leave before he had finished speaking, but turned to him as she was at the door

"You can't push people away, and not expect them to be distant. Laws of physics House. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Don't expect Physics to change just because you want them to." With this cryptic remark she left the room, her heels clicking on the polished floor, leaving him standing there looking at where her shadow had previously been cast.

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"Doctor Wilson?" She poked her head round the door for the second time that day to see him still sat at his desk. "I thought this might interest you, its Cindy's will"

He took it from her thoughtfully, not really understanding what it could have to do with him. His eyes alighted on the passage specifying her donation to the Oncology department and his eyebrows rose.

"She left it all to the hospital" Cameron's voice was steady, but emotionless. "$700,000 to save lives. She knew there was no place she would rather it was spent."

"This is….well this…" He was speechless. Usually money only came from the wealthy, looking to have a ward dedicated to them and for it to be publicly heralded. Occasionally the family of the deceased or cured would donate small amounts of money as a thank you, but never this large an amount. He looked at her curiously- he would have expected her to have tears in her eyes, and making a speech about the importance of the patients, but there was nothing.

"That wasn't the only reason I came to see you…Could you do a lymph node biopsy on Dawn Braith, all tests for lupus have been positive, but she is also showing symptoms of Non Hodgkin's Lymphoma"

"Sure, how old is she?" Cameron tilted her head slightly, and looked a little lost

"I…don't know… its all in her file though" She stood to leave.

"Cameron….If you ever need to talk…I'm here. You know that right?" His voice was kind and gentle, and part of her wanted to relax in his company and tell him her problems, but she knew she couldn't. Not yet.