So, I'm sorry about last chapter: I'm not going to hurt Steve McQueen, he is too awesome. I wanted to find the name of an animal tranquilizer for him to use, but I couldn't. Steve is supposed to be asleep. So, I'm sorry if I offened anyone...


By the end of the day, Cameron was ready to go home and pass out. She got all the way to her car before she remebered her promise to look after Steve McQueen. Walking all the way back up to house's room seemed more of an eight mile hike then a fifty walk to an elevator.

'Good god, Cameron are you high again? I don't think I can trust you with Steve.'

'Shut up, House. I've had a long day. Are you going to tell me how to take care of him or not?'

'Right, well he needs lots of attention and water and food everyday. Make sure he has his toys with him. Oh, and he has these rat treats. I've been training him to do little things, but I only have one left so he'll have to wait until I can leave this damn hospital to buy more. If you think you can handle it Cameron, tonight before you get your well needed beauty sleep (she sneered at him) sit him on your hand and hold the piece above his nose. he should stand up on his back legs, then you can just let him take it and put him back in his cage.' Neither of them moved from the position they were in, instead they just looked at eachother. After what seemed like hours, Cameron finally broke the silence.

'Right then. See you in the morning'

'Right.' He responded akwardly. 'Bye Steve, give her hell for me.' Cameron picked up Steve's thing's and his cage and left, stopping at the door, to turn around and smile at House before walking into the hall way and out of site.


1:00am. The hospital is very quiet this early. House thought, hearing nothing but the akward thump of his bare feet and his cane on the linoleum floor of the cancer ward. Wilson has been working later the past few days, and House knew he had to act fast if this was going to work. When he finally made it to Wilson's office with electric razor in hand, he hoped it wasn't locked. He put his hand on the door knob and twisted. unlocked! He pushed the door in slowly, not wanting it to creek. Slipping in smoothly, House walked to the couch Wilson was now sleeping on. He bent at the waist to plug in the razor, and being that close to his face, House shouted a little too loud, 'BOO!' Nothing, Wilson my friend, you make this all to easy. Clicking the razors switch to on, House glanced at Wilson to make sure he was still fast asleep. Snoring. Still asleep.

When House was done, he stepped back from his work and had to stiffle a laugh. Wouldn't want to wake him up now. He picked up the camera that was swinging from his left wrist and aimed it (flash off) at Wislon's face. SNAP. All done. Now all that's left is Cameron. Picking up his things, House went back to his room to sleep. Good god, when can I go home? he couldn't remember Cameron, Wilson, or even Cuddy telling him a date. I'll have to remember to ask tomorrow.


No one wanted to get near Cameron. She looked like hell. Not only was she crying, she was sobbing. Walking up to, who else's room, House's. The shades were pulled and Cameron was glad. She was able to pull herself together, and clean off her face a bit, before walking to her doom. How could this happen? I'm the worst person ever!

Pushing open the sliding door, and opening up the blinds, House flinched in his bed and grunted. He pulled the blanket up over his head, 'Go away. I'm a sick man!'

'H-House.' Cameron choked back her tears. 'I nee-need to talk to you. It's about S-Steve.' under the blankets House smiled. He lifted up his head to look at Cameron's tear streaked face. Oh, wow. Even when she's crying she look beautiful. Am I starting to regret doing this to her? The thought was gone as soon as it had come.

'What about Steve?'

He, um- I...' She trailed off. How am I going to tell him I killed his pet? 'I khuhlled St-hu-heve!' House could barely make out what she had said, but seeing as he had planned it he had a pretty good idea.

'You what!' he said in mock horror. Just before he was about to ramble on about how much he loved his pet Steve McQueen with all his heart he heard a familliar voice shout his name from down the hall.

"HOUSE!' Wilson shouted at the entrence to his hospital room. he was hoping the door would be closed so he could slam it, but yelling would have to do. 'What the hell have you done to me!'

'What have I done to you? Cameron killed my rat.' he gestured toward Cameron with one hand and covering his mouth with his other to make sure the laughter didn't escape. He hoped they'd think he was crying. No such luck.

'House I know you're not crying! You can't get out of this that easily!'

Cameron looked up from the floor for the first time since she had entered. What is Wilson so pissed about? When Wilson turned to look at her, the only reason she didn't laugh at him was because of the amount of grief she was in for Steve the rat. Wilson was missing both of his eyebrows! Her hand quickly shot up to her own forehead making sure House hadn't done the same to her. She forgot about House swearing revenge for painting his toes.

'Relax Cameron. I wouldn't ruin my lobby art. Steve McQueen is not dead.'

'How would you know that? Yes he is. I tried to play with him this morning and he wouldn't move. He died and it's all my fault.' she started to get choked up again, which cause another twinge in House's stomach.

'No, he is not. I'm assuming you brought him with you. I might just want to say my last good byes, no?'

'He's in his cage in my car, but he-'

'Go get him.it's not nice to leave animal's in cars, he could die!.' Seeing Cameron's bottom lip quiver he continued,' I gave him some sleeping stuff. He should be awake by now... April Fool's.' House wasn't feeling as good about this as he thought he would. Wilson, yes. But Cameron no.

Cameron ran out of the room for her car.Wilson watched her go until she was out of site. When he could no longer see her hair lopping behind her, he whipped around on House.

'I cannot believe you, House. That's low even for you.'

'What? They grow back Jimmy-'

'That's not what I'm talking about and you know it.' Wilson shook his head while eyeing House with sadness. 'I'll be in my office. Don't come knocking later.' he watched his friend leave while thinking of nothing but Cameron.


Wee... new chappie done. All done. I've been so sick for four days now. I can't talk, but good thing I don't need to do that to make stuff up, and type it! Hope you enjoy... and if any actually wants to continue reading this, I have some more chapters done. Thanks.