A/N: So here is the long awaited chapter 2. A lot of work has gone into this and a lot of research. If this isn't fabulous, my betas are fired. No I'm just kidding! I love them all. Enjoy. Possible triggers for eating disorders, read with care.

With her eyes slightly averted Cameron mumbled, "I've got work to do," and walked out.

It was a definite surprise to her that House let her out of there that easily. The look in his eyes said he knew something. Paranoia began to wrack Allison as she realized what he knew. He hadn't been following her to see what she ate, it was to see how she had reacted to it. When Cameron was in control of what she put into her mouth, she was in control of her emotions. Anything she was feeling was hidden under a mask of confidence and self assurance, but that was only if she was in control. That control of her life was all that Allison had anymore. Thoughts of unworthiness clouded her mind as she made her way to the women's restroom. All she could control now were the tears she refused to let slide down her pale cheeks.

"Stupid! You know you could have fought him off!" Her mind screamed at her. "You are weak! You give into House everytime. He flashes his baby blues and you think you're worth something? You're not! He pitties you. He knows you are weak. He sees all of your fat and he pitties you. There is nothing in his eyes for you except for disdain for your flabby shapeless form. You will pay for this."

The voice had become unwelcome company in her mind. She was well familiar with it. This was the voice of failure. There was only one way to make this voice go away. Cameron had to prove she was stronger than the voice; stronger than the weakness House had allowed her to inflict upon herself. No, he hadn't allowed it, he had forced it. When the voice started a long time ago, Cameron had been under the delusion that if it hadn't been her fault for the weakness then she wasn't to blame. Now, though, she knew better. It was always her fault. Everything in life was her fault. It wasn't as if she had House's god complex. She didn't think she could fix everything. All she knew was she could fix herself and her world. The only way to fix that was through the control she had...the control HE had taken from her.

Allison silently entered the ladies restroom and checked the stalls. No one was in there. This was the perfect time to prove she had the control and that she was strong enough to deserve perfection. Cameron bent over the toilet as quietly as possible releasing the poisons from her body. The familiar sting in her throat and eyes was present as she realized the control had now shifted.

Dr. Lisa Cuddy entered the restroom and heard the sounds of a person vomiting. This was a hospital after all, sick people everywhere. As a doctor though, she felt obligated to make sure the person was doing ok before handling her needs.

She rapped lightly on the stall door and called "Are you okay in there?"

In that instant Cameron froze. This wasn't just anyone checking to see if she was ill, this was her boss. The one person that could ultimately make or break her career. Getting caught wasn't an option ever.

"I'm fine Dr. Cuddy." Cameron said through the door as she wiped her mouth.

"Okay Cameron. When you're done in here, you can go home for the day. I think you need some rest. There's a nasty flu bug going around, and I'd hate for the entire diagnostics department to get sick as well."

"Thanks Lisa"

By then Cameron was filled with panic. Had Cuddy truly believed that she only had the flu? Was it going to be that easy to get away with this?

Cuddy left the restroom with a final "Go home and feel better." and Cameron gave a sigh of relief. She went back to the business at hand of purging her body of all of the guilt and poison she had had to put into it.

Cameron stood up and wiped her eyes smudging all of her makeup. She noted the restroom was still emtpy and she went to work painstakingly reapplying her make up. Allison always kept a cosmetic bag on hand for just this type of situation. As she looked at herself in the mirror for an instant she felt in control enough to look herself in the eyes. Everything was now in order and she could head home.

Lisa Cuddy entered the diagnostics office and made a beeline for House's office. He was sitting with his legs propped on the desk playing gameboy.

As involved as he appeared to be he managed without looking up to say "I'm in the clinic right now. Check the paperwork."

"Funny..But I'm not here about the clinic. I just wanted to inform you that I sent Dr. Cameron home."

"What? Why?" The sound of his gameboy signified that he had lost a life.

"She's sick House! Contrary to what you believe, you are NOT allowed to work your employees to death." she now glared at him with her hands on her hips. Was he really that dense to not know that Cameron was ill? Or was he more willing to believe that he could work her as hard as he wanted?

"Sick? As in how sick?" He looked confused. For House that was a first. He always had all the answers yet this time the puzzle eluded him.

"Cameron was throwing up. I didn't really feel like getting the rest of the diagnostics team sick as well. Good bye and get Chase outta the clinic and do your damn job." She declared as she strutted out.

She heard a faint "God damnit!" as she walked out into the conference room.

Lisa couldn't figure out why he cared so much. Usually his only thoughts were of avoiding work and irritating everyone else. What was this sudden interest in Cameron's life now? He had turned her down previously leaving her looking foolish. Diagnosticaly the flu was boring, so he didn't want her for a case study. There had been a glint in his eye that told her what it always did: He knew something she didn't know. As she reached her office Cuddy came to the conclusion that she simply didn't want to know. Whatever was between Drs. House and Cameron was going to stay there.

Back in House's office The Who was blaring from his Ipod and he was angrily throwing his oversized tennis ball at the wall.

"Damn her! She lied to me! She looked right in my eyes and lied!" he thought. Rationality began to take hold of him. "She didn't lie...I said eat, and she ate. I didn't make her promise she wasn't going to go blow chunks in the bathroom. Maybe I should next time. Can I put that in her contract?"

As much as he thought and agonized, he couldn't figure why he cared so much what she did. He kept telling himself repeatedly that he needed a healthy immunologist on his team. And that was all. That was the only reason he gave a damn. House had to believe that...otherwise he would have to consider the idea that he truly had feelings for Allison Cameron. That wasn't something his mind was ready to conceed to quite yet.