A/N: Nothing is mine.

A/N: Thanks, as always, to the lovely reviewers that make this story so much fun to write. You're in for a double treat tonight!

A/N: Le third, in which I thank Melissa for being a balla.

Weiss had been annoyingly quiet on the ride from Cape Town to the Simelela Clinic in Khayelitsha. House could barely get more than three words out of him at a time. The psychiatrist – for House had at least learned that much – was more content to stare out the window at the passing scenery. He hated psychiatrists, he reflected bitterly. They were paid too much to do too little diagnostic work. It was a money-making specialty, not an important one, like nephrology or infectious diseases or…immunology…

He drummed his fingers on his cane impatiently. He didn't want to sit in silence. He wanted to know why the hell Cameron was in South Africa. A lot of women had brown hair, but not many had parents dumb enough to give their child two first names. Stupid parents, he thought angrily. Stupid parents who gave their kid a stupid name and raised a stupid kid stupid enough to get herself killed in Africa…Well, she's not dead yet, he reminded himself.

He groaned. The boredom was really starting to sink in. Like beer and liquor, boredom and anxiety were not a good mix. He wondered vaguely which woman was Weiss' girlfriend. Then he kicked himself for caring. All the same, he assured himself it was Mary; he refused to believe Cameron would sink so low. Besides, at most she'd only known the man for a month, and he wasn't damaged, unless House's suspicions about what was between Weiss' legs were correct. But even then, Cameron wouldn't care about such matters, not that she'd even know, of course…

He's definitely dating Mary.

He cleared his throat to try again. "So…have you been here long?" he asked with a brave stab at a conversational tone.

Weiss finally turned away from the window and looked at him with a pained expression. "It's been a few weeks this time, but it's not my first time here."

"Ah," said House. "So you have one of those 'saving the world' complexes, do you?"

Weiss just stared at him. "I guess you could call it that," he said slowly. "But you'd be surprised to know I'm not the only one."

"Yeah?" asked House in a tone of mild interest. "And just how many others share your worldview?"

He could tell Weiss was frustrated that House was ignoring his obvious want for self-pitying silence, but when the psychiatrist responded, it was with an unexpectedly even tone. "At least two more off the top of my head."

"Mary and Cameron?"

Weiss' eyes distinctly narrowed. "Why do you call her Cameron, but the other one Mary?"

"Obviously because one is named Cameron and the other is named Mary."

Weiss rolled his eyes. "No – I meant – why do you call one by her first name and the other by her last?"

Shit. "Oh, is Cameron not her first name?" House responded, trying to act surprised. "I'm sorry, I was just confused. Didn't realize she had two first names."

Weiss didn't smile. "I've never met anyone whose first name was Cameron."

"Ah," House responded. "Well I've met several. Maybe you're not as worldly as you thought."

Weiss didn't respond. House sighed, this time out of impatience more than anything. He just wanted to get to the clinic and reassure himself that Cameron wasn't dead. Or, that she wasn't in Africa, but he knew the chance of that being true was looking slim.

"So, Mary and…Allison, then. How did you meet them?"

"Mary's been with MSF for awhile," Weiss answered, "but this is the first time I've worked with her personally. She came to Simelela a few months ago. Allison is an immunologist from America who…." House watched as realization dawned upon Weiss' face. The psychiatrist closed his mouth and stared at House accusingly. After a few moments, he spoke again. "You tricked me," he said slowly.

House didn't respond. It was true, but how could Weiss have known that? Weiss took advantage of House's silence to keep talking.

"I can't believe I was so thoughtless," Weiss mused. "When you told me your name…how could I not have recalled…you – and Cameron – and…"

"Whenever you have the ability to form a coherent sentence...." House said testily.

Weiss swallowed and cleared his throat. "We've corresponded before, Dr. House. When I was looking for an immunologist to assist me with my work, I sent you a letter requesting information about Dr. Cameron. You must have received it, as you sent a reply."

House frowned. He could not remember ever receiving a letter from Weiss before, and he certainly wouldn't have responded if he'd had. He was surprised Weiss had received a response at all. Usually it was Cameron's job to reply to such trivial and annoying mail. Perhaps Chase or Foreman had taken on her role as secretary in her absence.

"I don't do mail," he answered truthfully. "Must have been one of my fellow-slaves. I, of course, don't mean to say that I'm a fellow member of a group of slaves, but that my fellows are my slaves – in addition to being fellows. I just have a pile of recommendation letters for each fellow – I mean, slave – and then they change the name of the recipient whenever said letter has to be sent."

Weiss' eyes narrowed. "Right. Sounds like a really great system. All the same, the only reason you're here is because you think you're going to find your former fellow here, am I right?"

"If by 'here' you mean in the disease-riddled morgue, or in your disease-riddled hospital beds, then yes, I've considered that possibility."

"Well, we're about to find out, aren't we?" Weiss said with a weak attempt at sounding annoyed. "We're finally here."

He was right. House quickly opened the door and grabbed his cane. He didn't wait for Weiss to grab the bags, but instead headed toward the nearest building. He was almost to the door when he realized the building he was walking up to wasn't actually a hospital. Cursing, he turned around to see Weiss smirking at him, halfway to the building on the opposite side of the street. "Wrong one, House."

House hurried over toward the building Weiss was approaching. He entered through the door of the hospital just a few moments after Weiss. Weiss was waiting for him inside. He tossed House his bag. "I'm not your fellow or your slave," he said.

House caught the bag and then trudged after Weiss into the hospital. The interior was nice, actually not as nice as Princeton-Plainsboro, but certainly not disease-riddled. They didn't ask anyone for the room number, as Weiss seemed to know where he was going. He led House down the hall to an open room where there were a number of beds. In the one furthest from the door, there was a woman with long brown hair, and her wrist in a splint.

It was Cameron. House exhaled a sigh of relief. So she was alive. She was here, so she was still an idiot, and she had hurt her wrist, but she was alive. House turned to Weiss, curious to see how the psychiatrist would react to the news of his girlfriend's demise --

He did a double-take. For Weiss was no longer standing next to him; he was now at Cameron's bedside, and House had looked over just in time to see his former fellow return Weiss' kiss.

A/N: Now that Cetera Desunt is complete - tear! - I will be devoting more time to this story. I want to have two more chapters of this story posted before beginning my next piece, entitled One Second to Die. Please review and inspire my muse to meet her goal!