DISCLAIMER: See Chapter 1….

Last chapter was named after jazmin's Bust Your Windows…This one is named for Frank Sinatra's song That's Life.

Chapter 2- That's Life

It was close to 4 pm and House was listening to music, waiting for test results. He had meant to get to Cameron earlier, but his team ended up with a patient. He was currently hiding out in the locker room, away from the world and Cuddy. The girl's locker room to be precise, in a shower stall letting Frank Sinatra blast from his speakers.

He checked his watch again and smirked when he saw her come through the door in an angry huff. She walked around the row of lockers to her own.

He paused the music.

"Rough day?" he asked.

"House?" she called out from her locker.

"No it's God…"
She came back from around the lockers and smiled.

"Ah yes God would need to hide out in a locker room, much less a girls locker room, so he wouldn't have to face his responsibilities.."

"Well I do have to check in on my creations now and again…"

"Right. Look I need to take a shower. Guy vomited spontaneously all over me. I washed the best I could in the bathroom but I can still smell it."

"Well, vomiting usually is spontaneous, unless of course he is a bulimic and just binged on a box of Krispy Kremes and wanted the self-loathing to stop."

She crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Hey, Don't mind me….I'm just listening to old blue eyes and relaxing."

He un-paused the music and sat back, closing his eyes.

She sighed but walked to the stall farthest from his and turned the water on. She laid down her toiletries on the bench and drew the curtain behind herself.

Over the music she asked him, " What's with the little boy's bleeding? Have you gotten closer to a diagnosis?"

He yelled back, "ran some more tests after the MRI. Results should be back anytime now. Foreman, of course, somehow thinks it's Lupus."

She chuckled.

"Yeah, have you asked the family about any hemophilia in their family history? "

"Of course. No dice."

A few minutes later a towel-clad Cameron in her bathroom flip flops emerged from the stall.

"Feel better?" House mused, turning off the music again and rising from the floor.

"Much. You really shouldn't sit in the stall. Bad for your leg and covered in bacteria."

"Somehow I think I shall survive." He spoke, moving closer to her and grabbing her injured hand.

"What happened to your hand?"

She took it from his grasp quickly, turning to go toward her locker.

"I told you…"

He grabbed her arm to stop her.

"What really happened to it?"

She turned her face to look at him.

"I broke some windows…"

"Either you are a closet boxer, or you had enough adrenaline and endorphins in your system to be able to let you come away with just some bloody knuckles and not a shattered hand. Obviously you were either very upset or very turned on…which was it?"

She yanked her arm away from him roughly.

"It's none of your business…let it go ok?"
"Can't. It doesn't fit."

"I am no longer your puzzle to solve. My misery is my own business."

"Misery! Ha, then you were upset. Damn and I was hoping you had broke them in the throes of passion." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

She fought a smirk as his pager beeped.

"If only…now I need to get dressed and you have lab results waiting."

"We aren't done talking you know. I'm gonna get to the bottom of what's going on.."

"Goodbye House." She spoke while waving in a dismissing manner.

"Hey, you mind putting my player and the speakers back in my office for me? Thanks Cameron.."he spoke on his way out, not letting her answer.

She looked at herself in the mirror inside her locker and sighed.

He wasn't going to give up, she knew that. Then again, what did she have to be ashamed of? She wasn't the one caught cheating, Chase was! Was she really that sad? Of course it hurt and it would hurt for a while. But, as Frankie had said, that's life. You can't always get what you want right?

It shouldn't be this easy to just let it go, should it?

She finished getting dressed and checked her phone to see the latest missed call from Chase. She had called him at lunch to break it off and he had been trying to get back in touch with her since. It was the tenth missed call from him.

She sighed heavily as she picked up House's music stuff. As she set off for his office, it registered that he had seen her in just a towel.

The guilty pang she expected didn't come and she entered his glass menagerie.

Puzzled she sat at House's desk after reconnecting his music up.

By instinct she began reaching for his pile of mail and began to sort through it as she contemplated.

She wasn't at it for long before a voice broke through her thoughts.

"How did I know that I would find you here?"

She looked up sharply to find Chase staring back at her from the doorway.