Thanks for reviewing, you guys! I wrote this as fast as I could. It's the longest yet, which I hope is good, and not boring. :p I avoided the medical part as much as I could, seeing as I have no clue what the team would do.

Cameron is staying at her sister's house, if that wasn't clear, by the way. And Hannah, if anyone is wondering, is about two. She's also very attached to her Aunty "Awwy," which is why she has a little fit in this chapter. Well, you'll see. ;) The next/ending chapter is almost completely written, so I should be updating shortly.

If you have any questions/comments/criticism, please review! It will make me super happy. :D

Disclaimer: I do own Hannah! But sadly, no one else is mine. –grumbles-

Cameron's alarm went off early the next morning.

It was a few moments before she realized why she was awaking prematurely.

Work. I have my old job back. I need to get up.

Cameron rolled out of bed slowly, hitting her hand on the alarm to turn off its incessant beeping. She had taken a shower the night before, so she dressed quickly and pulled her hair back into a messy bun.

She walked out of the guest room she had been staying in, past her sister's room, and headed towards the kitchen. Cameron knew that Molly would be at work, and Hannah would be already gone for the day, so she would have the small apartment to herself. Molly had arranged for Hannah to stay with a family friend for the day, until they could enroll her in a daycare. Cameron had been in charge of watching Hannah while her sister was at work, but now that she was going back to the hospital, she felt a little guilty about having to give up that responsibility. Her sister had assured her it was fine, and that she hadn't expected Cameron to be a babysitter forever.

So, needless to say, Cameron was rightfully shocked when she found Molly sitting with Hannah on her lap at the kitchen table.

"Molly?" Cameron asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Jane called," Molly said, looking frazzled, "to let me know that she has a fever, and can't watch Hannah for today."

"Is there anyone else you can call?"

"I tried, but everyone I asked is already gone, or already busy."

"What are you going to do?" Cameron questioned, fully knowing what her sister was about to ask.

"Allison, could you take the day off and watch her? I know it's your first day, but if I miss work again I'll be fired. I can't be fired, this job pays well, and I need the money. I'm already late as it is. House knows you. He won't fire you, right?"

I can't miss my first day back. Not right after Cuddy asked me—they'll think I'm not going to be able to handle House anymore. What do I do?

"Molly," Cameron said carefully, having been struck with an idea, "what if I took Hannah with me to work? The hospital has a daycare, and I could get the woman working to watch Hannah for a little while. They know me; it shouldn't be a problem…"

Molly visibly relaxed. "Oh, that would be great! I don't know why I didn't think of it before. The hospital daycare…"

Cameron smiled at her sister; being a single mother had taken its toll on Molly. She was glad to help out as much as she could.

"I need to get going though," Cameron said. "I don't want to be late."

"Okay," Molly said. "Hannah, you're going to work with Aunt Ally today. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

"Yes, yes!" Hannah shouted, toddling over to Cameron.

"Alright," Cameron said, picking up her niece, "we're leaving now."

"Bye, Allison! Thanks!"

"No problem," she called as she walked out of the house.

The drive to the hospital was uneventful, with Hannah happily sitting in her carseat. Once at Princeton Plainsboro, Cameron held Hannah's hand as they made their way towards the daycare center.

"Excuse me," Cameron said politely, when she reached the counter, "I'd like to drop off my niece."

"That shouldn't be a problem. I'll just need you to sign her in, and then you can go ahead and leave."

"Sounds perfect," Cameron said with a smile. Maybe this will turn out fine. "Okay, Hannah, you're going to be staying here for the day. I'll be back really so-"

It was at this exact moment that Hannah began to cry.

"No leave!" she shouted, pulling on Cameron's leg. "Awwy stay!"

"Hannah, I have a job. I have to go work," Cameron explained. "You need to stay here."

"No! No!"

"Please, Hannah. You need to stay here. I can't take you with me."

"Stay!"

I'm going to be late.

"I'm really sorry," Cameron apologized to the woman at the daycare center. "She's not normally this way."

Hannah's crying didn't lessen, and Cameron couldn't decide what to do.

Do I leave her here, and just let her cry? Or do I take her with me? Maybe she could just stay in House's office. Cameron shook her head. Molly would kill me if I left her unattended.

"I no stay here!" Hannah screamed, her small face turning tomato red.

Cameron sighed. "I'll just take her with me for a while. If she calms down, maybe I'll bring her back."

The woman just smiled kindly; no doubt she saw this every day. "That would be fine."

"Let's go, Hannah," Cameron told her niece, picking up the girl.

She made her way to the conference room, where the team was probably waiting for her.

What a sight I'll be when I come in carrying a screaming two year old…

She slid open the door, and walked inside.

"When I said don't be late," House called as soon as she entered, "it wasn't code for come fifteen minutes after we started."

"I'm sorry," Cameron said, walking to her normal spot. She sat down, and a feeling of familiarity washed over her. She had missed it here.

"Glad you're back," Foreman and Chased said at the same time. Cameron supposed House had told them she would be coming back to work today.

They smiled broadly at her, before turning back to the whiteboard. There were already a few symptoms listed.

"It also wasn't code for bring your sister's offspring to work day, either."

Cameron groaned. "I'm sorry. It's a long story. She was supposed to go to a friend's house, but that fell through, and she threw a tantrum at the daycare center here, so I just brought her with me. She'll be good, I promise."

"O-kay," House said, drawing out the word. "Hopefully it won't distract the other ducklings."

He turned back to the board, and began reading off symptoms.

"Differential diagnosis, people." House paused before adding, "And baby."

Cameron opened her mouth to suggest a cause, but was cut off by a cry of, "Stick!"

Foreman and Chase both began laughing, and Cameron smiled too, although her happiness was more due to the fact that her niece wasn't screaming anymore.

"It's not nice to laugh at someone's lack of intelligence," House said.

"Hannah is smart," Cameron alleged.

"You keep saying that, but it's yet to be determined." House took a step forward, and leaned toward Hannah. "Can you say, "Vicodin?"

"Vike-don," Hannah repeated.

"There's hope," House announced. "Can you say, "Everybody lies?"

"'body lies!" Hannah clapped her hands together, clearly enjoying the attention.

"And finally, can you say, "Encephalitis?"

"Enceftis!"

"Smart," House agreed. "And speaking of," he continued, gesturing his left hand towards the board, "go test for it. It's the most likely cause of our guy's symptoms."

Foreman and Chase both stood to leave to room, smiling at Hannah before they left.

Cameron stood as well. "I'm going to run her back down to the day care, and hopefully she won't put up a fight this time. I'll be back in a minute."

She bent slightly to pick up Hannah, who was currently toddling around on the floor. But before she could grab her, Hannah stumbled on the carpet, and smacked into House's leg.

"Oops," Hannah said happily from her spot on the ground, clearly unfazed by the collision.

Leaning heavily on his cane, House bent forward and grabbed Hannah's hand, with the intention of pulling her up. The only problem was that Cameron had done the exact same thing already.

Cameron stared at his hand, which was covering hers, for a moment.

He chose now to be helpful? And why isn't he pulling away?

After what seemed like forever to Cameron, House finally spoke. "Better hurry," he said, straightening back up. "The other ducklings will probably screw something up soon enough, and I'll need you to fix it."

"Right," Cameron muttered, picking up Hannah, who had, thanks to House and Cameron, by then been standing. She turned and walked away, heading out of the conference room. "Right."

Extra Notes from Me: Did that last part make sense? Basically, Cameron put her hand on Hannah's, and then House did. So his hand ended up on top of Cameron's. Sort of like they were holding hands. Just a little tension there. :D
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