Sorry I've been gone for so long, but I've had muy mal (Very bad) writer's block on this story for a while, but I'm back and we'll see where it goes.

(Oh, and for the incident of my "Psychoanalysis" story, go to my profile and it's the first thing on there.)


House stormed into Cuddy's office twenty minutes after Allison's biopsy and the big blow between them and the others who had been in the room.

Lisa Cuddy just hung up the phone when he sauntered in, a serious look of anger, anguish, frustration and more written all over his face and his eyes.

"I just got off the phone with the angry members of the board on the floor," Cuddy said, trying her best not to fling herself at House and strangle him to death.

"Really!" House pretended to be cheery about it. "What did they want? A signature for the 'Best Job Done on a Collegue'?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

Cuddy stood up instantly and forced her hands to stay at her sides. "What was going through your head when you were doing the biopsy after Cameron went into cardiac arrest and almost died!" she yelled.

House sighed in severe frustration. "What do you think! I was trying to saveher life!"

"You're OBSESSED House! Why can't you just accept the fact that you screw up, you're not God, you can't fix EVERYTHING, and that you're obsessed with everything and anything!" Cuddy screeched.

House felt his blood boil and it took him everything in his fiber being to not beat Cuddy down with his cane. "Why can't YOU accept the fact that I can make people better by PERSISTING and TRYING again and again!" he shouted in her face.

Cuddy shook with anger. "You are suffering from one of three things! You either have severe OCD or OCPD!" she spat.

"What's the third thing?" House smirked, knowing that she forgot.

"That's not important! I want you checked out and I'm pulling you off Cameron's case!" Cuddy said, satisfied as she watched House's smirk fall.

"Wh--you can't do that! She needs me! I'm the ONLY person who can figure out what's wrong with her and fix it!" he shot. "And if you think that I'm sick and suffering from OCD or OCPD, the you're wrong!"

Cuddy smirked. "Then, let me treat you...you only said that because you know that I'm right," she sat in her chair.

"How do you know that you're right?" House shot with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Because--all your symptoms match what I've read and seen befoe," Cuddy answered with the same smug/smartness.

"You've--you've been monitoring me?" House asked angrily. "What right do you have to--"

"To what? Make sure that you don't kill the girl!" Cuddy hollered. "Cameron almost died, may I remind you again, because you most likely, MORE than likely, have one of the OCD's!"

"Fine!" House slammed his cane on her desk. "Treat me for OCD and while you're at it, see if you can work other miracles, like saving Allison on your own!"

Cuddy watched almost regrettably as House limped off. If she was right, though, he could be treated and back on Cameron's case...


House looked sideways at Allison from his own hospital bed. She was looking worse, now with a full oxygen tank on her. Her eyes were black and sunken, and her pallor was getting worse and worse.

House himself was hooked up to a EKG machine and IV, waiting inmpatiently for Wilson, Foreman, and Chase to do the test Cuddy administered...for the third time.

The first test for OCD was negative and Cuddy had it done again. When Wilson told her that it was negative again, she ordered a test for OCPD to be done. It had been tne minutes since then, and House was tired of waiting. He wanted to do more tests on Cameron and fix her. He wanted to make her better. He needed to make her better.

House thought twice..."Oh, God," he mumbled, looking at Allison again. "What if Cuddy's right?"

"She is," Wilson said, walking in with Cuddy, Chase, and Foreman, Cuddy holding a folder in her hands.

House looked at them immediately. "What?"

"I'm right," Cuddy said, throwing the folder at him. "You have OCPD. It all fits. You can't control your mental and interpersonal states, although you don't show signs of perfectionism yet, you ARE being overconscientious, scrupulous, and inflexible about matters of morality, ethics, or values, you have the reluctancy to delegate tasks or to work with others unless they submit to exactly your way of doing things--"

"He's always like that," Chase interrupted. "He's always got to have his own way...why's this different?"

Cuddy sighed. "Can I finish?"

Chase backed off. "Go ahead."

Cuddy continued, "And you are showing rigidity and stubbornness more than usual," she said the last part, looking directly at Chase.

House flipped through his file. "Yadda, yadda, yeah, yeah, all that and more, but I what I DON'T have is LAW FIRMS."

Cuddy rolled her eyes and snatched the folder away. "You do too," she looked at it and read, "L - loses point of activity (due to preoccupation with detail), A - inability to complete tasks (compromised by perfectionism), W - worthless object collection (unable to discard), F - friendships lacking due to a preoccupation with work, I - inflexible & overconscientious (on ethics, values, or morality), R - reluctant to delegate, M - misery toward self and others, and S - stubbornness & rigidity."

House shook his head. "No...I don't have the L, W, and R," he pointed out. "So we can shove this all aside and I can get off the monitors and treat her again?" he nodded towards Cameron.

"No," Cuddy said. "You're staying here, receiving medications, and off Cameron's case. Foreman, Chase, and Wilson can handle it," she said, looking at Allison.

House looked at Wilson, Chase, and Foreman. "Wh--guys, don't let her do this!" he begged. "I gotta help her! If I don't, who can!" he yelled.

Cuddy looked at House. "There's a PERFECT example of how you have OCPD, House. You're staying here," she said before walking off.

House pulled the wires for the monitors off him, took his IV pole and chased after her. "Cuddy!"

Lisa turned around. "I'm sorry, House, but I can't risk Cameron's life for YOUR sickness and stumbling. You should've heard yourself in there," she shrugged. "You got it bad, House...and even if you DON'T have the L, W and R right now, you will overtime," she said. "Now--go back into your room before I'm forced to strap you to the bed," she demanded, leaving.

House looked behind him at the room at the deathly sick Cameron and Wilson, Chase and Foreman staring back at him. "What!" he snapped.

Wilson looked over at Foreman and Chase, then walked out of the room and up to his friend. "House, she's right, I'm sorry, but she is."

House looked at Allison. "What about Cmaeron?"

Wilson followed his friend's gaze. "We'll take good care of her, House, don't worry about her."

"Not like I can," House replied irritably, walking back into his room, knocking Wilson hard against the shoulder the best he could with his own shoulder.


House looked next to him, seeing Cameron wake up. Her blue-green eyes looked at him with a glint of worry in them. "House? What happened to you?"

"I have OCDP...talk to Cuddy if you want the full on details," House told her irritably and miserably. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"House...are you off my case?" she asked worridly.

House nodded angrily this time.

"But--who's--"

"I DON'T KNOW!" House snapped, making Allison jump in bed just a little bit.

Silence followed shortly afterwards, but it wasn't long before Allison spoke again. "So...we're both a case now?" she asked.

"Yes..." House closed his eyes.

"And...what's wrong with me?"

"We don't know just yet," he answered, eyes still closed. "We've got too many assumptions to know for sure."

Allison looked at the ceiling for a moment, then asked, "Are you going to get worse?", she looked at him.

House sighed and looked back at her, surprised to see that her eyes were filled with tears. He got out of his bed and stood next to hers. He dried her face with his thumb softly. "I don't know," he answered honestly. "But I'm going to make YOU better."

"How?" she asked, swallowing hard.

"Just trust me," House answered, stroking her cheek tenderly, just staring into her teary eyes almost endlessly. "That's all you got to do for me. Trust me."

Cameron swallowed, turned her face and kissed his hand softly. "I will."


Well, tell me how it was for my coming back!

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