A/N: Hey here's another chapter and thank you for those who reviewed. It's really encouraging. Please keep them coming!

"I hate you!" Georgia screamed into her cell phone. She threw the offending piece and dropped to the parking lot floor in a distraught heap. Soft sobs racked her body as he sat in the empty lot pathetic and miserable. Her eyes resisted opening as her mascara began to clump locking her eye lashes like a disgusting thick glue. She wiped at them futilely and continued crying as she replayed the conversation in her head. Georgia's head whipped up as she heard the sounds of uneven footsteps approaching fast. She wiped her running nose one last time trying to lessen the appearance of her crying fit.

"What's wrong with your face?" House asked as he nudged her with the end of his cane.

"Nothing." Georgia muttered as she sniffed. House rolled his eyes and fished a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. She blew her nose loudly while mopping up the gunk from it.

"You can keep it." He nodded and began to walk away.

"I hate guys." She shouted as she collected her cell phone. Georgia ran a hand through her long dark hair and readjusted the strap of her tote.

"You're two young to know that." He sighed and looked around the parking lot. Completely empty, so there was no one he could drop her off with to address her obvious girl problem. "Boyfriend troubles?"

"Yeah, some guy back home. My mom doesn't know about him." House's eye narrowed as an overwhelming feeling of rage surged through his body at the teenage jerk-off who made this girl cry.

"Do you…wanna talk about it?" he asked. Georgia looked at him and her eyes softened, the tiny flecks of green began to dance as she shifting back and forth on her feet.

"Would you?"

"God no." he answered he turned to his bike and grabbed his helmet and threw it to her. Georgia caught it falling backwards a little at its unexpected weight. "But I do know someone who's in touch with their feelings and likes to talks about it a least once a day. It involves a ride on my bike though. Maybe you should clear it with your mom." Georgia tugged the helmet onto her head and walked towards him.

"Didn't clear having a boyfriend with her."

Cameron applied a final coat of lips gloss as she checked her appearance in the bathroom mirror. Things during the past week had been strained between her and House. They woke up at different hours (same as usual) and returned home at different hours. If she didn't know any better she would say that House was trying to avoid her, despite his reassurance that he wasn't. So now she was waiting for him in a tight black dress, her fuck-me pumps, and a nice dinner on the table to settle their problems. Cameron emerged from the bathroom and walked into the kitchen; no sign of House. She sighed and sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. Finally the familiar jangle of keys turning the lock resonated through the room and Cameron stood up smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in her dress.

"Hey you're back…." She trailed off as she saw a young girl standing behind him. Her cheeks were damp and her eyeliner was running. She sniffed and clutched the oversized leather jacket closer to her as House closed the door behind her.

"Hi." Cameron said tentatively looking between house and the girl. As usual House wasn't throwing her a bone and gave her a nod limping into the kitchen.

"Hey. This looks good." His long fingers sampled the salmon laid on the table that Cameron had intended for their romantic dinner.

"House!" she shouted in her scolding tone as he stuffed his face in the kitchen.

"Right, sorry. Cameron this is Georgia, Georgia this is Cameron. Georgia has boy problems and I told her you would talk to her about. I'll be in the bedroom." He said grabbing the plate and limping in the direction of their room. Georgia dabbed at her eyes with a white handkerchief as she removed House's jacket.

"Here let me." Cameron said, she crossed the room and collected the jacket from Georgia and hung it up in the closet.

"Thanks." She muttered. The two stood in silence for a while as Cameron tried to gauge the situation. House never picked up crying teenage girls and brought them back to their apartment for a pep talk. So she had to be someone of importance.

"I'm sorry…how did House?"

"My mom works at the hospital. She knows House, and he saw me in the parking lot by myself crying. And I guess he didn't want to leave me there alone so he brought me here. Listen this is ridiculous, I'm obviously interrupting something so I'll just call my mom-"

"No. It's fine. Do you wanna talk about it?" Georgia's eyes brightened a little and she nodded slowly. Cameron smiled and jerked her head in the direction of the couch. "Let's sit."

The sharp rapping of knuckle against the door interrupted Cameron and Georgia's laughter. Cameron's face contorted into a look of confusion as she stood and walked over to the door. "I'm sorry," she said as she walked. "We don't normally get this many visitors."

"That's okay." Georgia said as she turned her back to the couch. Cameron opened the door to find a livid Stacy waiting on the other end. She swallowed hard as she came face to face with House's former flame. Her dark hair was straight and flat, while her otherwise colorful lips were devoid of any make-up. She looked beautiful and angry in the doorway of their apartment staring Cameron down.

"Stacy." She said as she stepped into the room.

"Georgia, get your stuff." Stacy said in a calm even voice.

"Mom, oh my gosh. What are you doing here?"

"I should ask you the same. I called your phone twenty times. I looked for you all over that hospital."

"Mom, I'm sorry. I was distracted." She said as she fished her phone out of her back. "Oh shoot, it's been on silent all this time."

"Well that won't be happening again will it. Get in the car."

"House get in here!" Cameron called.

"Wait let me say goodbye to House first."

"No." Stacy grabbed her daughter's arm jerking her in the direction of the door.

"But he-"

"Let's go."

"Stacy what a surprise." House exclaimed as he came out of his bedroom.

"You had no right." She scowled as she walked Georgia towards the door.

"Why not?" he challenged. Stacy opened her mouth to respond but the words died on her tongue. He was right. He had every right. "Go to the car Georgia, and that's not a suggestion." Georgia blinked back tears as stood at the door. She looked at Cameron and House and then left quickly scurrying into the hall.

"So what were you planning on doing? Telling her about your little family connection?" House looked at his feet and sighed heavily contemplating his answer.

"No."

"Then leave her alone." She turned and walked out of the door. House grunted and lifted his cane striking it against a nearby wall. He looked over at Cameron who was staring at the open door. She ran a hand through her hair and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"What the hell was that about?"