Sorry it's taken me so long people, but I've been away for the week! I've actually posted way ahead of this on another sight, and I'm slowly catching up on here. The thing is, I don't want to just post all the chapters onto here at once, because I fear I will get less reviews (hint hint!), but remember, the more reviews I get, the more inclined I will be to write lots before I go away again. I'm on my summer break, so this is the perfect opportunity for me to write lots, if only I think people want me to.

Enjoy!

Kat x

Cameron awoke a few hours later, not knowing where she was, everything was dark and blurry and she could hear what sounded like a three-legged person walking around. Her back hurt, but her head was killing her, if only she knew what was going on, she might be able to do something. The tri-pod-person was getting closer, and she was feeling more and more disorientated, a vague memory popped out of the back of her mind, a little town in England being destroyed by three legged aliens. Maybe she was there? But that was a long time ago, and the aliens all died. The thing was getting nearer; she attempted to move away, but ended up rolling sideways, falling, and hitting her head on the ground.

"Do you not like your head or something? Geez Cameron, I swear your trying to do yourself in!"

The voice came through muffled, but there was no mistaking it.

"House?" She asked; had the aliens caught him too?

"That's my name, don't wear it out!"

Now she was definitely confused, a minute ago she'd been lying on an uncomfortable thing, now she was on the floor, House was here, and the alien had disappeared. She opened her eyes slightly wider, and shielded them from the light.

Peering up, she saw House standing over her, cane in hand. So much for an alien.

"You're not an alien!" She said, not really thinking, just speaking.

"My disguise has been foiled!" House exclaimed sarcastically.

"But I feel like I've been lobotomized." She said.

"That's a long word for someone with a concussion."

"I have a concussion?"

"I don't know, couldn't check until you woke up."

"Oh, why was I asleep?"

"Hit your head, got knocked out. Are we done with twenty questions yet?"

"Nope, is Dan OK?"

House stared at her, had she forgotten what had happened? Great, now they'd have to go through the whole ordeal again!

"I know what your thinking, House. I remember what happened, I just want to know if he's OK."

House sighed, he really didn't want to be the one to have to tell her this.

"He's stable, but they don't know if he'll wakeup, and they can't do anything until they find a living relative."

Cameron shook her head confused.

"Aren't I a living relative?"

"According to you; yes. According to the blood I stole from you whilst you were sleeping; no."

Cameron's head still hurt, but she was back to thinking clearly.

"Of course not, we're step-siblings!"

"What happened to not-quite-step-siblings?"

Cameron sighed, she should have known he'd ask, but she didn't really like telling people, it was confusing.

"Basically, my mum and his dad dated/lived together for 30 years, starting when I was 5 and Dan was about 3, they never got married and they've split up and now Dan's dad is dead. I'm the only family he's got."

"Which is where a little legal technicality might come into it."

"Huh?" maybe she wasn't thinking quite clearly.

"Your parents never married, and one of them is dead now anyway. You have no biological connection, and no legal connection to him. All his paperwork is a year or so old, and names his ex-wife as his medical proxy, so unfortunately, you're out."

Cameron closed her eyes in resignation, it made sense, there was no documentation to prove she was any relation to Dan, and since he wasn't waking up any time soon to prove it, she wasn't going to be able to be his proxy.

"Can I see him?" She asked hesitantly.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, maybe you should wait until he's a bit better before you go for another visit, we don't need Cameron brains all over the floor."

She sighed, he knew he was saying it to be nice, but all she wanted was to see Dan, and make sure he got the best treatment possible. The thought of a judge determining what happened to him made her stomach turn, he hated judges, always had. When he was younger he was scared of their wigs and now he was older, he liked to moan about injustice in the system. It was so impersonal too, a cold, impartial couldn't make decisions for someone they didn't know, someone they'd never met. Dan deserved someone who cared about him making his decisions, trying to do what he'd want!

Ignoring House, she heaved herself up from the floor, and wobbled slightly. With one hand on the wall, she made her way to the door, before turning around.

"How did I end up in here?" She asked, one minute she been passed our in the ER, and she had awoken a few hours later in House's office!

"I asked for you to be put in here, it wasn't like you needed an equipment or anything, so I figured that the couch would be fine."

She smiled; he'd wanted to keep her close, to look after her.

"I know that look! I only asked so that I could say I was watching you, whilst watching my soaps."

But she didn't stop smiling.

"I don't believe you! I think you wanted to take care of me!" She taunted him; it was nice to have something to hold over his head.

"Right, this isn't the Sound of Music, Cameron, I'm not Rolf and you're not Liels!"

It was all Cameron could do not to burst out laughing then and there, she'd just woken up on the floor of House's office, thinking about aliens, and now he was comparing them to children from The Sound Of Music? Had someone slipped her something whilst she was out?

"And whether you go or not, I can't let you yet."

Cameron sighed, her giggles had subsided, and annoyance was showing through.

"Is that for a reason?" She asked "Or are you just trying to annoy me?"

"Ummmmmmmm, I'm guessing the right answer is reason?"

She was pretty sure he was just being intentionally annoying, but she knew she couldn't just walk out.

"And what would that reason be?" She asked impatiently.

"I got to check you haven't got a concussion."

Cameron sighed again, it was true, no loophole.

"Fine. But make it quick!"

"Oo a quickie! Me likey!"