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A/N: drums fingers on desk Well, I thank everyone who's reviewed so far, but why has the flow seemed to stop? More reveiws! Come on, I know you have opinions. Also, I am shocked that House's leg is working. They showed a comercial for the next season and his leg is getting much better. So... this takes place before I knew all that and after the second season. Yippie! Also, I am quite scared that they are trying to do a House/Cuddy pairing. NO! Cuddy and Wilson! House and Cameron. That is how destiny must be! At least in my mind...
Now just read.

When Cameron awoke, the first thing she thought was "Damn it." But when her head cleared partially, she felt her body tense. Gregory House was hovering above her, sitting upon her bed. The memories of the last night caught her in a whirlwind, and she was silent, not wanting to think. "He caught me drunk," she thought, yet a lighter note touched her mind. "But… he didn't take advantage of me. He's better than Chase."
"Are you going to say anything?" House asked at last, tired of this never-ending silence.

"Oh." She pushed herself upright, and found that a tray with food was at House's feet. He caught her eyeing it with some amusement.

"Hungry little duckling, aren't you Cameron?" She blushed, yet nodded, and he handed her the tray. "Eat."

She obeyed, and he left, but not before calling something over his shoulder. "You're going to work today, whether you want to or not. I'll drive you." She didn't protest.

"What's wrong with me?" Cameron thought, looking down at the delectable pancakes before her. "I'm over him! Over him!" She gazed out the door and sighed, moving the food around her plate with her fork. "It doesn't even matter if I do like him. Not if he doesn't like me." She remembered their date and fought back the tears. She remembered her mom, her siblings, her dad…

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"Come on!" House snapped at his ducklings, whom all gazed intently at the white board. "How hard can it be to diagnose this guy!

"It's a girl," Foreman corrected with a smirk.

"Whatever. Don't you have a house to break into?"

"Excuse me?"

The four doctors turned around to find a stranger in the doorway. She was quite attractive. She had pale skin, with straight black that reached her mid-back. Her eyes were a stormy gray, and she seemed to in her mid thirties. She wore a suit, similar to the ones Cuddy wore.

"Aw… Did Cuddy send me another hooker? You're supposed to go to my house."

The woman gave House a look of mild disdain before speaking. She had a no-nonsense attitude. "I'm looking for Allison Cameron."
Cameron rose, and she felt the eyes of Foreman, Chase, and House upon her. "That's me." She walked towards the woman, whom held out her hand. They shook.

"Dr. Cameron, I'm Laura Collins." House stiffened at the name. "I wrote to you earlier. I have to speak with you. It's quite urgent."
Cameron felt a churning sensation in her stomach, but nodded. Laura led her out of the office.

Foreman and Chase were stunned. "What's that about?" Chase asked, gazing at the bemused House.

"Shut up, Brit. Let's get back to the guy."
"Girl."

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"Hm…. Cameron's only been in my office a few times. And never has it been about something as horrible as this." The thought was sharp, and Cuddy was miserable for thinking it. "And I don't like this Collins woman. She doesn't seem… to care."

"Dr. Cuddy." Laura Collins broke Cuddy's thoughts, and she looked up to see her youngest doctor seated across from her. "I need you here, since you're Allison's superior."

Cuddy nodded, and she wrung her hands. She had Cameron had never truly spoken, just short discussions about patients. Or the few times she complained about House. But as Cuddy heard Laura explain the dilemma at hand, and saw the tears well in Cameron's eyes, she wanted nothing more than to get up and hug the immunologist. Tell her that it was alright.

"I think it would be best if you stayed somewhere else, Dr. Cameron. For safety purposes. Thank you and I hope everything goes well." Laura rose, and gave Cameron her card before leaving.

Cameron's shoulders heaved and the tears fell. Cuddy rose and sat before the doctor, and wrapped her arms around her in a protective hug. Like a big sister.

And in that hug, Cameron revealed everything. She told Cuddy the secrets of her past, and revealed the mark it had left on her.

An hour or so later, after tears, and hugs, and pain, Cuddy spoke to Cameron. "Allison, Laura may be as emotionless as a rock, but I think she's right. You need to stay somewhere." Cuddy told her with a heavy heart that she couldn't stay with her, since she had someone else at her home at the moment.

"Maybe Foreman or Chase could help you. I don't think staying at a hotel is a good idea though," Cuddy offered.
Cameron hesitated as she nodded. "Maybe. Thank you Lisa," she told her, and they hugged once more.

Cameron was confused, honestly not sure where she would stay. Not with Chase. No way in Hell. Not Foreman, his girlfriend lived with him.

"Damn it," Cameron muttered aloud. Knowing the only solution. A solution she had avoided since Laura's suggestion.

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His fingers danced along the piano keys, the haunting melody of Greensleeves flowing around him. House's eyes were shut, and he hummed to the melody. A sudden knocking filled the room, and the music came to an abrupt half.

"Damn," he muttered, rubbing his thigh. Playing seemed to ease the pain, or at least get his mind off it. He rose, grasping his cane and walked towards the doorway. The person on the other side knocked again, somewhat softly. He didn't bother asking who it was. Or even checking through the peephole.

He opened the door open slightly and was startled to see Allison Cameron, a duffle bag around her shoulder, in his doorway.

"Hey," he said, smirking to hide his confusion.

"Hey." Her response was softer, and she averted his gaze.
"What do want?" he asked, eyeing the large bag she seemed to be traveling with.
"I… could I spend the night?" She continued to look down, and he could easily tell asking such a thing embarrassed her.

House hesitated, trying to find an answer. Then he recalled the letter. And how puffy eyed she was when she came back from that Laura woman. "Sure," he told her, and he moved from the doorway, allowing her to pass.

She did, and Cameron stood there uncomfortably. She was in her boss's home. She shook her head slightly, as though there was a fly buzzing around her head.
House walked behind her, accidentally (or was it?) brushing his hand against hers as he sat on the sofa. He observed her as he often did.

Her eyes were red, and her clothes were different. A fitted short-sleeve shirt of a navy blue covered her top, dipping slightly in the front. Jeans covered her slender legs, and her body ended in flip-flops.

"Sit," he told her, and she obeyed. She dropped the duffle at her feet, but her eyes remained down. "Cameron," House told her, tired of the silence, which was rapidly taking over their very odd relationship. "Talk to me."