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A/N: I'm really sorry that it has taken me so long to update. It's not because I didn't have the chapter written, because I've actually had this chapter written since March. I've just had a really bad two months. Long story short, I played with diagnostics and got burned by the result. I also had tendinitis for a month, so that severely limited my ability to write anything. Thanks to those of you that reviewed last time, even though by now you've forgotten what you said.

A/N: Thanks a million, Melissa. Insanity, ftw.

"What's that?"

Cameron turned around to see Weiss behind her. They were in Weiss' bedroom – the one they now shared. She was holding Sipho's dream catcher in her hand. She smiled and extended it out to him. "It's a dream catcher. See?"

"A dream catcher?" Weiss repeated, taking it from her. "I thought that was a Native American thing."

"It is," she said, nodding. "Sipho made it for me because he thought it would remind me of America."

"I hardly think you'd be one to run around half naked with a tomahawk," Weiss said.

Cameron returned his jest with a mischievous smile. "Is that because you'd rather see me completely naked?"

Weiss laughed and kissed her. "Of course." He pulled back and studied the dream catcher. His eye caught sight of the note on the back. He turned it over and read it aloud. "Nightmares, nightmares, go away. You are not welcome here to stay. Don't you dare come back again. Leave alone my dear friend Allison." He burst out laughing. "Ooh, it appears I have some competition!"

Cameron laughed. "Danny, he's twelve."

"Right, which is why at least I know he's not a serious contender. Unlike…others." Cameron looked up as his voice trailed off. Weiss was no longer smiling.

"What do you mean?" she asked quietly. She kept her voice even, but inside her stomach was clenching. Why did everyone seem to think that House had a… a thing for her? She silently mused that three months ago, this would have been most welcome, but then…stop! Cameron insisted.

"House," began Weiss simply. "How long has he acted like that?"

Cameron was confused. "Acted like what, an ass? He's always been an ass, at least as long as I've known him. I mean, I'm sure he was nice…r…once, before he hurt his leg, but that doesn't mean--"

"No, that's not what I meant," Weiss interrupted. "How long has he acted like that around you? And by that I mean, how long has he looked at you like that?"

Cameron's mouth felt dry. "Looked at me like what?" she replied.

"Looked at you like he wanted to screw you."

Cameron laughed again. "He always looks like that," she answered without thinking. Weiss' eyes bulged and he looked appalled. Cameron realized her mistake quickly and added, "Not just around me. I mean around everyone. Well, I suppose only women. I'm not sure he really feels the same way about men."

"What's wrong with you?" he exclaimed exasperatedly.

Cameron narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean, what's wrong with me?"

"I mean exactly that – what's wrong with you? Why are you rambling?"

"I'm not rambling," she said, feeling familiar anger rising, though this time it was at someone other than House. She vaguely wondered if Weiss had ever made her angry before.

"Fine," Weiss conceded. "I don't want to argue with you, Allison. I just want to ask – make sure – that you – you've never loved him?" It ended up sounding more like a question than a statement, but Cameron understood the sentiment. Something nagging at her also warned her not to get annoyed with him because it was, after all, a legitimate concern.

She considered her answer for a few moments before slowly replying, "I…I learned a long time ago that feeling anything for House would be a bad idea." Okay, so it hadn't been that long ago, but there was no need to worry him. Weiss didn't need to know she'd come to that realization barely two months ago.

Weiss sighed, but she could tell he also accepted her response. "Why were you talking to him earlier then?"

Cameron frowned. "How did you know I was talking to him?"

"I was watching Sipho," Weiss admitted.

Cameron's frown deepened. "Why?"

"I'm worried about him – about his cough, that is," he replied. Cameron felt the worry she herself felt over Sipho's cough rushing back; it must be more serious than it looked if Weiss, who had much more experience with coughs, especially of the – God forbid – TB nature, was also concerned. She opened her mouth to say that she, too, was worried, but Weiss pressed on. "That's not important now, though," he said in a way that made it clear he wouldn't entertain any discussion about the matter at the moment. "I saw House leave the clinic and he looked upset. What did you say to him?"

"Well, he asked me if I would go home to Princeton with him. And I told him no, because I still have about a month to complete here before I have to go back to boring Yule, and I plan on making the most of that time."

"You don't have to stay here if you'd rather be somewhere else."

"I know I don't have to," she said, smiling. "But I want to make the most of my time with you."

"No, that's not what I meant," Weiss said. "I meant, you don't have to go back to Yule. In fact, don't go back. Stay here with me."

Mental images filled her head of what life in Khayelitsha would be with Weiss. Waiting rooms overflowing with patients, staggering numbers of death, graphic images of rape, and nights spent with Weiss when they weren't too exhausted from the day to indulge each other. He would be there for her, she could see that, and she for him, but for how long? They'd barely even known each other a month. She opened her mouth to say the only words that were coming to her.

"I…don't know."

Weiss looked at her seriously. "Why not?"

Cameron struggled to translate her concerns into words. "I – I need a job. A real job. I can't do MSF forever."

"You don't have to," Weiss said. "You can just work at the clinic with me." Cameron started to protest, but Weiss continued, "I don't want to lose you, Allison. I love you, and I – I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Cameron gasped. "Danny…" she breathed. Words seemed to be failing her. The only word she could think of was no, but she didn't want to say it so bluntly. "Danny, it's been great, really, it has. But it's just too fast. You have to give me more time…"

"I'm not trying to pressure you…It's just that when you do what I do, you become used to losing people quickly. And I didn't want to lose you before I had the chance to tell you that." Cameron bit her lip, but to her surprise, he smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "I will – give you more time, that is. I don't expect you to say anything now. I just don't want to lose you to a donkey with a cane."

Cameron chuckled weakly. "You won't," she said. "He left."

"Good," Weiss replied, stepping closer to her. She allowed him to kiss her again. He deepened the kiss as he ran his hands down her arms. She hissed and drew back when he brushed against her wrist, pain shooting up her arm.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I'm sorry, I forgot." She nodded to show she had heard him. He touched her arm gently. "Can I see?" Cameron looked at him hesitantly, but Weiss added, "It's been a week. It should be looked at to make sure it's healing properly."

Cameron nodded; she knew he was right. "Okay," she said.

"Lie down," he instructed. "I'll go wash my hands." Cameron watched him leave and turned to lie down. As she moved toward the bed, her eye caught sight of the dream catcher, which Weiss must have placed on the bed while they had been talking. She gently picked it up and tied it tightly to the bed mast. Once it was securely in place, she lay down on the bed and began unwrapping the bandage around her wrist.

"Let me do that," Weiss said, as he came back in, his sleeves rolled back. She dropped her hand and Weiss sat down on the bed, slowly unraveling the rest of the bandage. Cameron winced when she saw her wrist. "It still looks very bruised," he said. Stating the obvious, Cameron added mentally. "And it's still swollen, but it looks like it's doing okay for how long it's been." Cameron just nodded. Weiss picked up the bandage and wrapped her wrist up again. "Here," he said, once he was done with the wrapping. He was holding out three pills and a bottle of water. She recognized two of them as ibuprofen.

"What's the other one?" she asked warily.

"Sleeping pill," he answered. He looked at her with soft, concerned eyes. "I know you haven't been sleeping well. I thought this might help."

Cameron took the pill. "Okay," she replied, a bit hesitant. "But you know I already have a cure for that." She gestured toward the dream catcher.

Weiss didn't laugh. "I know," he said quietly, "but just take this one, too. For me."

Cameron opened her mouth and swallowed all three pills with one gulp. She then lay back against the pillows, suddenly exhausted. "Is this sleeping bill a rapid release, or am I really just that tired?"

Weiss joined her on the bed, drawing her close to him. "Maybe a bit of both," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

As Cameron closed her eyes, her thoughts drifted back to Sipho and his troublesome cough. She knew that he, Sipho, had told her not to worry, but she couldn't help but wonder if it was something more serious than he was letting on. And if she was starting to wonder, then worry wouldn't be far behind…

"Danny, what do you think is causing Sipho's cough?" she mumbled.

She must have fallen asleep before he had replied, because someone else answered, in a voice very much like House's, "You and I both know it's TB…"

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