A/N: I forgot to do this on the last chapter (sorry it was so short!) I'm a bit new to this … please review!
Back to the story…
House sat at his desk, twirling his cane. He had no cases, and was so bored he actually finished his clinic duty before noon. This had shocked Cuddy and she had retreated to her office for the better part of the afternoon.
"House" he looked up and sighed
"The one and only. Look- I'm in the middle of something important here, so I need my space."
"And that would be, what? Missing Cameron?" House started to nod, but before he could finish, his trademark 'House' brain cells stopped him.
"Cameron? Who is this Cameron of whom you speak?"
"Very funny. If you need to talk – to her, I mean, since I doubt this is any of my business – I have her address, and I'm sure she would enjoy a letter."
"You do?" his comment was slightly more excited than he would have wished. Wilson laughed and handed him a piece of paper before leaving.
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About a week had gone by since her arrival, and she couldn't have felt more at home. Sure, she missed the ducklings and her other friends in New Jersey, but they weren't that close. The one person she did miss was House.
"Hey, Ali" Sam called as she entered the tent "you've got mail"
Cameron opened the first letter, and read excitedly,
Hey Cam,
Hope you're having fun! We all miss you! We have a new case: House. He's acting weirder then usual (if that's even possible). His symptoms are constant cane-twirling, not teasing Chase at every possible moment, and the strangest of all, he finishes clinic duty early! We haven't seen Cuddy since he started this, so we have a bet running. Chase thinks she's living in her office, I think she's trying to find out what's wrong with House, and Wilson thinks she's in the nuthouse. So far we have over a hundred bucks in the pool! But House is our only patient. It's almost like diseases decided to take a break with you. I'm going to let Chase put a few words in before I post this.
With many good wishes,
Foreman
Hi Cameron! I'm not really sure what to write except that I hope you're having a great time (as much of a cliché as that is). It's really dull around here without you. House has gone Berko. Hope to hear from you soon, Chase.
P.S – remember this picture? It was at Wilson's birthday party
Cameron laughed as she read the letter. She loved that picture. She was in the center, with her arms around Chase on her left, and Foreman on her right. Wilson had taken the picture. What she remembered most about the night was that House refused to do anything but sit at the bar. She was glad they had written her, but disappointed to see that all the other mail she received was forwarded bills.
"Ali, it's nice out tonight: you can see the stars clearly. We thought we'd have a campfire and get to know you."
"Sounds like fun"
Cameron sat uneasily around the campfire. A man in a t-shirt and ripped jeans spoke first.
"So Dr. Cameron, where did you work before this?"
"At the Princeton-Plainsbro Teaching Hospital, under Dr. House." She said his name with a slight quiver.
"What's he like?" inquired a woman with chestnut hair. Apparently they had all heard of him.
"He's, uh…" Cameron wanted to say 'an arrogant, manipulative drug addict,' but she was far too nice for that. "He's a great doctor."
Sam could see that she was uncomfortable talking about home right now.
"Oh, how silly of me! You don't even know all our names. Well, you know me, Samantha Roberts, and this," she pointed to the man with the ripped jeans, "is Joe Stratford" Joe raised his hand in a 'here I am!' kind of motion. By the end, Cameron knew everyone's names and favorite colors. Chestnut-hair was called Sydney, the short woman who only spoke one word the entire night (the word was 'green') was Annette, and the man seated beside her, her husband, was George.
As soon as she got back to the tent her eyes dropped shut. She was asleep.
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House slowly picked up his pen and wrote.
TBC…
