Okay. First of all. I promise from now on, there will be a max of 3 viewpoints per chapter. Kapeesh? Anyways, the usual, this is rated T for possible violence, swearing, and implied sexual themes. I do not own House. God, I wish I did.

SARAH

"You look like crap." Sarah stated as she munched on her Fruit Loops.

"Thanks," replied Maddie. She did look like crap. She had dark circles under her eyes. She was pale. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and her clothes were rumpled.

"Insomnia?"

"Yup."

"Hmm. She seems to be obsessing over something… Oh god… this is too good… haha… no way…"

"Good luck talking to him," Sarah smirked.

Maddie blushed. Heavily.

"Jesus. If any more blood rushes to her face she might faint!"

CAMERON

She woke up as usual at 6:00. She got up and took a shower. Entering the living room, she noticed Chase was gone. Then she smelled… Pancakes? Chase was COOKING? "He can cook. And I burn popsicles!"

Yes, he had cooked up breakfast for them.

"Thanks," said a mildly surprised Cameron.

Chase smiled.

"Maybe Sarah was right…"

MADDIE

Maddie and Sarah arrived at work 3 minutes early, Foreman already waiting. Next came Cameron and Chase. Wait. "Cameron AND Chase? So Sarah was right!" Then, an hour late, House strolled in.

"Any cases?" Sarah asked.

"Nope. However, you CAN go do my clinic hours, Kangaroo Jack."

Sarah clenched her fists.

"Poor Sarah. She got a bad nickname!"

Maddie quietly got up and poured herself some coffee. God, she needed it!

Sarah prodded her on the shoulder and whispered something into her ear. "Hell no. Not yet."

Maddie took her leave and wandered off. She approached an office. "James Wilson, Oncology". Perfect. She knocked on the door. A brown-eyed doctor glanced up and gestured for her to come in. Maddie sat down. She glanced at him and smiled.

"Hi. Um. Who exactly are you?"

"I'm new here."

"Oh."

Maddie grinned wider. "My gaydar is signaling."

"Interior design much?" she smirked, asking only to let him know she was on to him.

He swallowed.

"It's okay," Maddie said. "I won't tell anyone. I have what I call a 'gaydar.'"

Wilson sighed with relief. Safe!

"So, when did you realize?" Maddie asked.

"I could ask you the same thing," Wilson muttered. "Anyways, I was 35."

They continued to chat, making fast friends. Finally, Maddie asked.

"What do you know about Foreman?"