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Author's Note –Another chapter up! I'm on a role tonight! All those wanting to know more about what Mark did, don't worry, you don't have too long to wait – I've only got one more chapter to edit. Enjoy the chapter and please review, even if it's just to criticise. It's useful to have feedback!

Lunchtime had been and gone. Four doctors and a white board stood in the glass walled room, all doing their bit to save the patient. All except Allison Cameron. She was doing her bit to keep the now untrustworthy Foreman from spilling her secret. No one was having much success.

Many of the possible conditions recorded on the board that morning had be erased and replaced by new ideas. Chase's neurological idea was being looked at with interest, but not many viable suggestions presented themselves from it.

"Dr Chase, you did that physical, right?" House queried.

"Sure," he replied and opened the folder he was holding. "Stethoscope revealed rhonchi in the lungs, otherwise everything seemed fine. In himself he seemed tired, but that may just be down to stress."

"Rhonchi…"House thought. "What could that mean, Dr Cameron?"

For the second time today Allison was caught unawares. She looked at him suddenly and then tried to hide the fact she hadn't been listening to him. House saw straight through it.

"Rhonchi, Cameron. I'm sure that dying patient outside would appreciate it if you at least tried to help him."

Allison blushed. She pushed the nagging thought in her brain which House's rant had just sparked to the back of her mind and allowed the doctor inside her come forward. "Rhonchi would indicate some sort of partial obstruction in the lungs. Most probably mucus, but could be water, or tar if he's a smoker."

"Good, when you got there. Foreman, I see you have the history results. Is he a smoker?"

Foreman looked into the file and saw the pitiful results in front of him. Luckily he had asked this question, but was worried how House would react when he saw the results for himself. "The patient says no," he replied.

"You don't believe him?"

"Everybody lies," Foreman quoted the other doctor. "Could be smoking on the quiet. Worried a naggy wife may find out." He looked deliberately at Cameron, who stared back.

"What else you got?"

Foreman stalled before answering. He would just have to do his best to cover up. "He's had all the correct vaccinations, went to India a few years back but contracted nothing, unaware of any illnesses in his family…" Foreman reeled them off; trying to sound like it was any other case with a full history. Unfortunately House misread this.

"Just because you find the history unimportant Foreman doesn't mean everyone else agrees. What did you find in his records?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" The older doctor repeated. "Surely he's been ill once in his life. No chickenpox as a kid? No measles? No broken limbs?" Seeing Foreman's negative expression he stopped his list. "Is this the first time he's been out of the house? Because either you've screwed up or found a medical miracle and are going to make us all very rich."

"Unless Owen Miller has been drinking at the fountain of youth and has managed to shed twenty four years in the last half hour then yes, nothing," Foreman snapped.

House looked suspiciously over to Cameron. "I told you to work on the history too. What do you know?"

Inside her conflict was brewing. While she was desperate to keep her secret, she wanted to save Mark. She had always believed that the death penalty was too harsh. Normally it would be given to murders, people who had committed hideous acts, and yet she would never serve it. How could she hand it out to a man who had, in the grand scheme of things, done barely anything wrong? Ok, he'd caused her pain, but she liked to think she had recovered. She'd even got some money from his life insurance. But then again, the repercussions of telling the truth could be disastrous.

Allison took a deep breath. "I wasn't there. I was still getting the MRI results. Foreman offered to do the history alone." It hurt her to do this, but she knew any other option would hurt more.

"I told you to do this together," House was angry at the lack of information he was being given. Cameron could sense it and was a little scared. She didn't like him in his moods, especially when it was combined with his own intrigue. Often it'd cause her to blurt something out, like her dead husband actually being alive. "You did the MRI, what did it show up?"

"There's something around the lungs, but it's unclear. There is nothing around the abdominal area, where he was complaining of the pain." Cameron replied.

House considered this new information before turning back to Foreman. "Are you sure that's all you got from his history?"

"Yes," Foreman paused. He might as well tell him, seeing as he doubted Cameron was telling the truth. "I…I did get the impression the patient may have some sort of mental problem."

House was suddenly interested. "What do you mean?"

"It could be something to do with his memory, I'm not sure. It seemed pretty isolated. He insisted on calling Cameron 'Dr Holloway', no matter how much he was corrected. It may also explain the lack of information he gave for his history. Maybe he can't remember." Throughout this discussion Foreman had avoided looking at Cameron, but knew that she was glaring at him.

"Could also explain him having no medical records," pondered Chase. "He may not remember his name."

"Interesting idea but how does that fit in with abdominal pain and difficulty breathing?" House questioned.

"Could be two problems," Chase suggested.

"Unlikely."

"If you'd have suggested it-" Chase started.

"If I'd have suggested it I'd have been right. Did you notice anything to hint at a mental problem?"

"No."

"I doubt it is a mental problem. There's not enough evidence to suggest it. Other than Foreman's hunch nobody's noticed anything. It's nothing more than coincidence."

"No," Foreman seemed annoyed that his idea was being shunned, "it IS a good idea. You've beaten me once today, let me have this one." House looked stunned, but not as much as he was about to be.

Across the room Cameron was fighting a battle inside her and failing miserably. "Foreman," she warned. "You know you're wrong."

House quickly changed sides. "He's as good a doctor as you. What makes you so sure he's wrong?" It was bait. He wanted to embarrass her, make her admit her motive for always siding with him.

Cameron paused. In a job like hers every minute counts. Wasting those precious following ideas that could be easily disproved if she would just speak up was not the right thing to do. The longer she waited, the worse Mark's condition could be.

It was now or never.