Cameron cracked an eye open, the alarm clock creating an instant headache. It seemed ungodly to have to be at work before ten on a Monday. She squinted in the bright early morning light, searching for House's form. When they had first started falling asleep together, Cameron got used to waking up to an empty bed. But it didn't bother her; House couldn't stay in bed for too long because of his leg. After a while, he started taking an extra vicodin or two so that he could lay with her in his arms. And this morning was no different. House was still next to her, snoring lightly. If only everyone could see him like this; peaceful and quiet, with no sarcastic self-defense. If only everyone knew how sweet he could be. If only. Cameron rubbed her eyes and quietly scooted herself closer to him, resting her head on his chest. His heart beat against her ear, the steady strong pace pulsing throughout her whole body. A smile slipped onto her face as she felt his left arm wrapping around her.

"Morning," he said groggily.

"Morning."

His fingers stroked her bare shoulder, setting her skin on fire. The hospital was the last place either of them wanted to be, but the alarm clock's insistence had them struggling out of bed to start their day. They got their breakfast of Cocoa Puffs and sat in front of the TV watching their cartoons. Together they were like a couple of kids. Then House would take their bowls back to the dishwasher while Cameron flicked off the TV. Everyday was the same, their ritual as solid as the order of the days of the week. They took their separate rides to work, leaving twenty minutes apart. They were so careful to hide their relationship, that it would seem like someone should have noticed.

"Where's House?" Wilson asked breathlessly, rushing up to Cameron as soon as she was came in the door.

"I'm not sure," she said through clenched teeth. "He'll probably be in soon." Wilson raised an eyebrow, nodded, and hurried off for the elevators. Cameron followed; assuming that he was going to wait in House's office. And she was right, of course. She had been with House long enough to know how his and Wilson's relationship worked. Wilson smiled at her as she stepped in the elevator with him, standing silently side-by-side.

"How long do you think he'll be?" Wilson asked after the doors shut.

"He was showering when I left. So probably about ten minutes," she answered with a smile. The door opened with the ding, and Wilson followed her off the elevator and towards the conference room. Foreman and Chase were sitting at the table, reviewing case files. They glanced up with a welcoming smile for the two as they entered, quickly turning their attentions back to the files. Cameron got herself a cup of coffee and picked up a file, flipping through it.

"Oh my God." Her eyes flicked back over the symptoms she had just read.

"What is it?" Chase asked, looking up from his own file.

"Thirteen year old girl presents with a sudden fever of 103, vomiting, and skin necrosis." Her voice had that incredulous tone as though whoever had recorded the symptoms had exaggerated a little bit. "She had to be put into a coma…because of the pain." She lifted her eyes to glance at the other three doctors to see their reactions.

"Necrosis?" Foreman asked, getting up to look over her shoulder. "Also low blood pressure, increased heart rate, and a rash..."

"Sounds like a visit to the patient is in order," House said from the doorway, leaning on his cane. Smirking at them, he tilted his head, motioning for them to follow. He hobbled down the hall into the patient's room. Anyone who knew House might've been shocked that he was willing about to go check on a patient himself. But for the moment, the doctors following him were too intrigued to ask questions.When the three ducklings and Wilson caught up to him in the room, House was leaning over the girl's unconscious body, checking out her eyes. They were covered with a yellowish crust that had glued her eyelashes together. House picked at one eye until he could pry it open. After a few moments, he glanced up at his team. "Pinkeye."

"You mean to say that all of this; the necrosis, the sepsis, it's all pinkeye?" Foreman asked, with an expression that said I am so not buying your bullshit.

"No. I am saying that the pinkeye is a symptom. Now, what causes necrosis, sepsis, and pinkeye?" His team stared back at him blankly. His gaze turned on Wilson. "Jimmy?" he asked expectantly. Wilson only shrugged. Sighing exasperatedly, House turned to the mother, who had been silently clutching her daughter's hand. "You wouldn't happen to know if your daughter is on her period...?" he asked her, almost gently. The mother lifted her head to look at him, fear growing in her eyes.

"Oh my God," she croaked. House smiled triumphantly, and turned back to the other doctors.

"Get her started on Clindamycin. And…" he paused, narrowing his eyes. "Cameron, I'm going to give you the job of taking it out."

"Take what out?" Chase asked. Cameron had nodded and moved toward the patient. Apparently, Chase was a little behind.

"Dr. Cameron," House said, turning to her. "Please inform Dr. Chase what this young lady has. Wilson and I have to go. General Hospital starts in three minutes." He winked so that only she could see, and just went back to his office. Wilson rolled his eyes with a smile that again, only Cameron could see, and followed.

"What is it?" Chase asked again, once they'd left.

"It's TSS." Cameron had moved over to the bed and pulled down the blankets.

"That what are you…" His eyes grew. "Oh." He blushed, a horrible burning red that went all the way to his ears. "We'll…uh…give you…we'll go." He and Foreman left, much to the relief of Cameron. It was awkward enough having to remove a girl's tampon with the mother sitting right there.

"Is she going to be all right?" the mother asked weakly. Cameron looked up as she pulled out the culprit.

"She should be now. We've caught it fairly early." The mother offered Cameron an extremely grateful smile, tears falling from her eyes. Apparently, words weren't even an option at that moment. Cameron tossed the tampon into the trash and left the room. She wasn't even slightly shocked that House had managed to solve this one in less than an hour. It wasn't the first time he'd done it, and definitely not the last. But there was still that tiny wish that he would just spend a little more time using the team of specialists that he had.

When Cameron went back into the conference room, House had locked himself in his office with Wilson. Wilson was pacing the room, waving his hands in the air while House appeared to be trying to talk some sense into him. Cameron was the only one who would've been able accurately guess what it was they were discussing. Foreman and Chase watched them for a while, sipping on their coffee. If their smirks told her anything, Cameron would've guessed that they assumed it was House and Wilson with the romance problems. Shaking her head slightly, Cameron sat down behind her desk and began to sort House's mail. She'd only picked up the stack of envelopes when Wilson burst loudly from House's office.

"I don't know why I come to you for help!" Wilson shouted over his shoulder. House had limped to the door that connected the two rooms, staring after him.

"Just know that you have two people you'll be hurting!" he called after Wilson's retreating figure. Cameron stared up at House, who just took a casual sip of his coffee. Chase and Foreman opened their mouths to start the questions, but House quickly shut them up with a simple "Don't." His eyes locked momentarily with Cameron's, sending a chill through her whole body. He could do that, with a simple look with his electric eyes.

"Dr. Cameron," he said nonchalantly, turning into his office. "You're needed in the clinic. Urgent doctor business." Cameron smiled. She knew what 'urgent doctor business' was in House's language. Returning the stacks of envelopes to their spot on her desk, she strode from the room, the feeling of those electric eyes on her until she was safe in the elevator.