You should know the drill by now, so do I really have to say all this stuff again? The one thing I do want to mention is this chapter ends in a cliffhanger, but I want you to keep in mind that things are not always as they seem...Wow, that's specific, huh?

As always, reviews welcome!


Gregory House had always been a curious boy. As a child, he was constantly getting into trouble because he just had to have an explanation for everything. It drove his mother crazy. He gave her constant headaches and was always throwing his family's lives into chaos. Obviously, not much had changed.

So here he stood later that afternoon on Allison Cameron's doorstep. Still very curious about what was going on with her, but he was also experiencing a different emotion that he never did as a child. Caring. He didn't know why, but he was worried about her. He wanted to take care of her. It was also a thought that scared him to death.

Finally, he picked up his cane and knocked on the door. There was a long silence before it finally opened to reveal a very dishevelled-looking Allison Cameron.

"Are you okay?" he asked before she could say anything.

"uh huh" she responded quietly. It appeared as if he actually had woken her up. Great, I send her home to get some sleep, and then I keep her from doing it, House thought to himself.

Cameron then seemed to become more aware of the man standing before her and an alarmed look appeared on her face.

"House, what are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you."

"I didn't think you cared," she responded coolly.

He sighed. "Can I come in?"

Cameron appeared to be thinking about his request, and so in order to help speed up the thought process, he spoke again.

"Cameron, I just wanna know what's going on," he pleaded with her.

"What makes you think you have a right to know?"

"Because I'm your boss, and because I…I care about you Cameron. I know you don't believe that, but I do, and I wanna try to help you." There, the cat was out of the bag. The hard part was over. Now, her reaction was going to be the interesting part.

Cameron sighed disbelievingly. "Did it ever occur to you that this is something you can't help with?"

"No, but did it ever occur to you that we won't know that for sure until we try?"

The two of them stood there for a moment, and she finally stepped away from the door, and he walked inside.

It was a cozy little apartment. Very fitting for Cameron. The walls were painted a warm yellow colour and the couch looked like one of those ones where if you sat down on it you'd never want to get back up again.

"So, did you get any more sleep?" he asked her.

"Yeah, a little," she answered.

There was another long silence, before he decided to take the plunge with his next question.

"So what happened?"

"huh?" she responded.

"What happened to make you…this," he asked, gesturing at her.

She sighed and walked over to the window, starring out it at nothing in particular, just trying to avoid his eyes. "You don't even wanna know."

"Yes I do!" he said, frustrated. "I told you, I want to help."

She turned to face him. "But if I tell you, who knows what you'll think of me."

"Cameron, don't you think I'm the last guy to pass judgement on somebody when it comes to ethics?"

He had a point there. "Okay," she sighed. "I guess you're right."

He smiled. Now we're getting somewhere. "Good. Start at the beginning."

"Remember how I told you I wasn't an only child?" he nodded. "Well, there was a reason I used the past tense. My sister…my sister…is dead," she finally managed to get out.

House looked shocked. He didn't see that one coming. "What?"

"No, I can't do this, this is wrong," she said, looking away again, and he could see her starting to tear up.

He stepped closer to her. "No, you have to tell me. I promise not to judge. What happened?"

She took a deep breath. "I killed my sister."


So, did ya see that coming?