AN: Thank you so much for all of the reviews:) Thanks to Dyslexic Crayon for pointing out a mistake about the Stacy-House relationship.

AN2: I realize this may be a bit out of character for Cameron. She was never one of my favorites, so I didn't go into detailed analysis on her personality, sorry to Cameron lovers out there.

Disclaimer: I do not own House nor any lyrics/songs used in this fanfic.

Ch 1- Cameron

Over the next few months, Cameron attended multiple sessions with a psychiatrist outside of the hospital. Taking the advice of the psychiatrist, Cameron stopped working for a few weeks, contemplating what her next step should be. While the loss of House was not exactly the same as losing her husband, House had seemed like an older brother in a way. Teasing her, causing her to be frustrated at times, yet she could tell that he cared about her in his own odd and aloof way.

Sitting by the Plainsboro Pond, Cameron had a hard time deciding whether or not to remain a part of the diagnostic team. Her specialty being in immunology, she was mainly confined to running lab tests on samples from patients and their homes. After weeks of careful thought and planning, Cameron now had a sense of what her purpose was to be.

"I want to go back to school."

That one sentence to Cuddy's ears was another impact. She had lost House from the diagnostic team, and now Cameron wanted to leave?

"But I plan on studying diagnostics and maybe a bit of ethics."

This was a relief to Cuddy, and approved Cameron's decision to return to schooling with Cameron's promise to return to the diagnostic department when she had graduated. Cameron wanted to continue House's work of saving patients, but with a softer side and a more ethical approach than House did in the past. While House had care somewhere in that harsh outward appearance of his, Cameron wanted to appear more caring and in touch with the patients, hoping for better cooperation and an avoidance of what had caused the shooting. Had House been kinder to that woman and her spouse, he would have been alive today and grousing about how the ducklings were inept without him and teasing Wilson about his many marriages.

With the support of all of her colleagues, Cameron moved into the dormitories on the campus at Princeton nearby, so she could work part-time during breaks and continue her schooling. Having found her purpose, Cameron could now let go of the grief she had, and celebrate who House truly was and carry on his legacy as the genius diagnostician in her own way.

Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
– Move Along, All-American Rejects