A/N: Happy Friday! Real authors note at the end!

Cameron

"I can walk you know." Allison Cameron huffed as she was carried into the clinic.

"Uhm, I don't think so. You wouldn't let us call an ambulance, so you get stuck being carried."

"Couldn't we go to a different hospital?" She whined. She was in pain and not above whining.

"It's the closest Ally."

"I know it's the closest. I work here."

"So at least you can request the good doctors." Carlos said as he carried her to the main desk.

"As long as its not" It was if the thought alone summoned the man.

"Dr. Cameron. Didn't you have the day off?" He asked hobbling over.

"Yes I did, House."

"Then what are you doing here?" He asked innocently.

"She's hurt you moron." Carlos butted in.

"Then she should see a doctor."

"Carlos." Allison cut off her friend from going off on a tirade. After everything that just happened, setting Carlos off would result in physical harm to House. And as much as she'd love to see someone pummel House, she wanted to be the one to do it. "House, I'm here to see a doctor in the clinic." The adrenalin that she's been working on was fading and she was starting to really feel the pain.

"What do you know? Doctor House checks into the clinic. 2pm. Tell your man servant to carry you into exam room three."

Allison looked at Carlos and shook her head. Once in the room, Carlos gently laid Allison down on the table. "Alright, you scram." House said, jerking his thumb back towards the door.

Putting a hand on Carlos's arm, Alison spoke. "Carlos, go. It's fine. He's my boss." She soothed.

Carlos took a deep breath. "You're sure tougher that you look. I'll wait for you outside. Master Tony is probably on his way over." He kissed her cheek before staring at House for a moment and leaving.

As the door closed House stuck her tongue out at the retreating figure. "Oh, I'm so scared."

"I would be if I were you. He's a black belt. Now give me a vicodin." Alison commented.

It was the last line, almost in tears that made House turn and take a good look at her. She was sitting very still, breathing shallowly, in a white uniform. Her left arm was cradled in her right hand. Her right leg was straight out, with the foot bent at an odd angle. Her left eye was swollen and had a purple tinge to it. Her lip looked like it was cut and there was an odd look in her eyes.

"Not yet." He answered seriously, moving closer. Carefully he took her left arm in his hands. "Shoulder or arm?"

"Both." She answered.

"What happened?"

"I fell."

"Obviously. I'm going to need to look at your leg."

"Roll up the pant leg to about the knee." House followed her instructions.

"You fell also?"

"Actually kicked." She breathed heavily and winced.

"Ribs?"

"Uh huh"

"I'm going to lift your top off."

"Kay."

With her eyes closed she dropped her right arm and maneuver the top over her head. House helped her slide it off her left arm. "Ouch." House commented as he took in her upped body. There was a large bruise forming on her right side, trailing up to disappear under her sports bar. Her shoulder was out of place and her arm was bent in an odd location, between her wrist and elbow. "Head?" He asked next.

"Took a few kicks there too."

"Cameron, Alison, do I need to call security for that guy out there?"

"Carlos? No. I brought this on myself."

"Allison, there is no reason for you to be abused."

"House, that's sweet. But I'm in a lot of pain and feeling a bit sick."

"You'll explain later?"

"Promise."

"Try and relax. I'm going to get you some x-rays and a head scan. Plan to stay the night."

"Fine, tell Carlos to go home. He can visit tomorrow." She already had her eyes closed and was lying on the exam table.

House left the room and headed to the nurses desk. "Page Drs. Chase and Foreman and get Dr. Cameron in for an x-ray and a head scan ASAP. Chase and Foreman will run the tests. Have them report to me first."

"Is Dr. Cameron alright?" The head nurse asked.

"Sure." House said walking away towards the waiting area. A quick scan and he found the man who brought Cameron in. "Carlos?"

"Dr. House."

"We need to talk."

"Where's Ally?"

"They're taking her some x-rays. She's going to be spending the night."

"Let me just tell the rest of the team not to come by." Carlos interrupted pulling out a cell phone.

"Team?"

"Yeah. Hold on." He punched in a few numbers. "Rosie? Tell Master Tony to come by tomorrow. Yeah, she's being taken care of. Really? Yeah. I'll let her know. Another one for the mantel. Thanks Rosie." And Carlos hung up.

"Good news?" House asked wondering why Carlos seemed happy.

"The guy who did this was disqualified and they're taking his belt. His school might even loose its recognition."

House shook his head, not really understanding what the man was talking about. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"Ally was doing great. It was her last match of the day. It was for the gold. Everything was going great until she landed a kick that the judges gave her points for. Her opponent didn't think she should have gotten the point. After that she ignored the rules. She was reprimanded twice. Once was the black eye. The other was the kick to the knee. I thinkAlly twisted her ankle on the way down."

"Didn't anyone stop her?"

"We tried. But she was high on adrenalin and wanted the gold. I don't think she felt the pain. Her opponent went for a kick to her head. Ally blocked it with her forearm. But the force still hit her. She went down hard on her shoulder. Her opponent then started to kick Ally while she was down. It took 4 judges to haul her off of Ally. She refused an ambulance, so I brought her here."

"What was this?"

"She didn't tell you?" House shook his head, hating not knowing what any of his ducklings were up to when he wasn't around.

"Tae Kwon Do. A tournament. Ally's been a black belt since she was 18."

"Is it wrong to find that sexy?"

"As long as you don't mind her kicking your ass."

"Who's kicking whose ass?" A familiar Australian accent interrupted the conversation.

House looked up to see his other two doctors. "Got us a patient. Exam room 3. Take her for a full body x-ray and a head scan. She's in pain and I don't think the concussion is too bad. So you might want to give her something for the pain."

"Is there something that we are supposed to be looking for?" Foreman asked.

"33 year old female complaining of pain."

"Sudden onset?"

"Definitely. Locations are head, left shoulder and arm, right knee and ankle, plus her abdomen."

"Did anything precede the pain?"

House looked at the man standing next to him. "An extensive work out."

"She's probably just sore from working out too much." Foreman dismissed.

House started at them both. Chase was the first one to give in. "There might be more." Chase tugged on Foreman's coat towards the exam room.

Chase and Foreman were still pissed at House the next day for not telling them that it was Cameron and how severely she was injured. He wouldn't even tell them how it happened.

The opening of the conference room door made all three doctors turn. "Dr. House?" The man in the doorway questioned.

"Carlos, what's doing?"

"We're curious to see if Ally is up for visitors yet."

"How many visitors?" House asked, noticing the people outside.

"Just the three of us. We brought a TV/VCR combo so that we could watch the match."

"It was taped?" House was interested.

"We tape all the fights. It allows us to study our mistakes and our opponents."

"I think that Cameron might be interested in getting out of the room. Chase, go get her, but don't tell her where you're taking her and why."

"House, she needs her rest."

"We over threw the British once. Don't make me do it again."

"Australian." Chase mumbled before leaving.

"Foreman, break into one of the offices and steal one of the TV/VCR carts they have so that we can all watch. Carlos, tell the crew to come in."

Cameron was more than surprised when Chase pushed her wheelchair into the conference room and saw the group assembled. "Master Tony?"

"Ally, are you okay?" The man asked.

"I won't be at practice for a while."

"You're excused." He said as Cameron was wheeled along side of him. I don't know if anyone told you, but your opponent was disqualified. You won the gold and a place on the tri state team."

"Don't think I can make the practices. Send Carlos or Rosie in my place. What happened to her school? Carlos mentioned they might lose their accreditation."

"It's still being looked into. The judges felt bad and wanted me to extend an apology on their behalf."

"Thank them for me. But let them know they aren't to blame."

"What are we watching?" Foreman asked as he came back into the room wheeling a television and VCR.

"You didn't." Cameron said, looking at Carlos and Rosie.

"You should see your axe kick Ally. It's beautiful." Rosie commented

"I vote for the spin back kick she did in the second round." Carlos added.

"We're going to watch why we should fear Cameron." House commented as he finished plugging the machine in and inserted the tape.

House, Foreman, and Chase watched in awe as Cameron went through four fights on the screen. They listened in silence as the four other people in the room commented on the screen.

It was the last fight that the doctors cringed as they saw their fellow doctor get hurt. All three were impressed at what Cameron was doing. They all were big into fitness and working out, but to watch Cameron on the screen they realized that her body must be in the best physical shape.

As House watched Cameron he realized he really had to be careful. Who knew when he would say something that might upset her and make her turn on him? The more he thought about it, he realized that he should send Cameron along on the break-ins. If someone attacked them, Cameron would at least be able to take care of herself. He was going to have to reevaluate the team dynamics. Cameron kicking ass shed a whole new light into the diagnostic department.

A/N: For real this time. Rosie and Carlos are based on real people. Two great team mates who make tourney's fun. As for Cameron's injuries. My friends and I have suffered them all. Not all at once. I know it's a bit of an over kill, but this is fiction. And from experience, in the heat of battle, you don't know how badly you're hurt till a bit after. Thanks again for reading and reviewing.