Alright, here is chapter 2 of my little masterpiece:). Again, it's short, but I promise, after this chapter they get longer. Please read and review.


Cameron walked into the diagnostics office at 8:15 that morning. She had dark circles under her eyes, but she ignored them, and went straight to the coffee maker to start House's coffee. Just keep it normal, she thought to herself. But for some reason, House was early that morning.

"Typical Cameron. Always here starting my coffee, even when I never express any gratitude," House said.

Cameron turned around to hand him his coffee and gave a weak smile. But unfortunately, even this early in the morning, House still had the sharpest radar of anyone she knew.

"You didn't sleep last night, did you?" he asked, a look of concern crossing his face.

"Yes I did," Cameron lied.

"You're a horrible liar," House told her. "So what's going on?"

"Nothing," Cameron said irritably. "I'm fine."

"uh-huh. Sure you are."

"House! Just leave me alone!"

Chase and Foreman walked into the room in time to hear that last comment. "…uh, hi, what'd we miss?" Chase asked.

House and Cameron turned to look at them. They were both silent for a moment. "It seems Cameron's been experiencing a little bit of insomnia," House finally spoke.

"No I haven't!" Cameron retorted, raising her voice.

"You do look a little pale," Foreman added.

"Why can't you people just accept that I'm fine?" she asked, exasperated.

"Because you're clearly not," House answered.

"What is it gonna take to get you to drop this?"

"Go home. Get some actual sleep. Come back when you're not about to faint."

She opened her mouth to protest, but House raised a hand to shush her. She looked around the room, and when she realized she was clearly not going to get any help from her fellow ducklings, she sighed, rolled her eyes, and left the room, picking up her coat on the way out.

All three looked after her. "So what was that about?" Chase asked.

"I'm not sure yet," House responded. "But I'm going to find out."