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A/N: Sorry this took so long. Cameron didn't want to cooperate and RL interfered. :) In any case, here we have the first of House interacting with the others (well just Cameron in this one).

When she'd gotten the memo from Cuddy, indicating that House was 'hers' except for an hour a day in Clinic until he 'caught a case', Cameron had to admit she'd had her doubts about Cuddy's sanity as well as how this was going to work. So she'd decided her best course of action was to minimize possible damage and find House a case as quickly as she could.

That had her sitting at her desk and rechecking each of the patients currently in ER, either waiting to be admitted or released – just to make certain none of them were a possibility for House. "Hey, you're Cameron right?" House said as he limped up to her, dressed in dark blue scrubs that made his eyes stand out even more than normal.

"I…" Cameron couldn't help but stammer and stare as her heart rate sped. Typical House catching her unprepared – what in the hell was he doing here at this time of the morning. "I didn't expect you until later…"

"Well, a certain slave driver insisted that if I wanted her to ride my bike with me, I had to come in on her schedule and not mine." He said petulantly. "So anything interesting – or are they all idiots with a death wish?"

"Not anything that you'd consider interesting…" She shook her head slightly, almost relieved at him being so normal. "One suicide attempt waiting to be admitted to psych, a couple people with that flu bug that needed IV fluids, an amputation and a kid having a finger stitched back on. As well as two strokes and a heart attack."

"Missed all the excitement so far then…" He moved to the other side of her desk where there was a white board and erased it.

"House… I needed that…" Cameron looked heavenward.

"No you didn't… You have a print out of that schedule in the second pile on the left hand side of your desk." He knew she was watching him as he set up a hangman board. "Okay, competition hangman – you pick a word… Set up the spaces." He gestured to the whiteboard. "I've already picked my word and set up the spaces." He gestured to the board. "For each patient we treat, we get a letter. We also check the letters that our opponent…" He gestured to her. "… Picked and see if it's in their word, if it is, that gives the other person a chance to solve the word. If it's not then you get a piece of the hangman until…" He mimicked being hung, his tongue dangling from his mouth.

"You're insane…" Cameron laughed out loud.

"Look at it this way, at least this way I'm giving you an out from paying for my lunch…" House grinned.

"Lunch…" Cameron asked.

"Yep…" House nodded. "Cuddy has a lunch meeting – so she's not feeding me. I need to find someone else to feed me and I've heard a rumour that you'd be most likely too. At least this way it's sporting. I win, you feed me. You win, I'll feed you."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "Fine…" She could see he was trying to make what he had to do more interesting for himself and she'd been elected as his playmate. She snatched the marker from his hand and thought for a few minutes before she drew spaces for her word. "But if this interferes with treating a patient – we stop."

House pulled a face and grudgingly acceded to that stipulation. "Okay, so who's first?" He walked away from Cameron and picked up a clipboard. "Ewwww… Gory…" He said as he pushed the curtain open with his cane and saw the wound that was gaping in the man's hand. "I sure hope someone's learned that the surest way to a Darwin award is to touch the band saw blade while idiot children are around."

Three car accidents and a gas leak at an office building later, House had won and Cameron couldn't stop smiling. He was still House and she'd have to deal with patient complaints about the very rude Doctor, but he was also amazing in the ER, faster on his feet even with the cane than she remembered and fun.

And oh so dangerous.

Once again she was impressed that Cuddy had held out as long as she had with his attention focused solely on her.

"Hey… Did you want to catch lunch?" Chase strolled into the ER and made his way to Cameron's desk, breaking her from her reverie as she looked away from the chart she was working on.

House limped past him and dropped another chart on her desk. "Sorry Crocodile Dumb-dee…" He smirked at his own comment. "Today, she's buying me lunch."

"We had a bet, Chase…" Cameron couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that flowed through her. "Cuddy put him in ER."

"No explanations needed…" It was obvious from the expression on the Australian doctor's face however that he wasn't taking it as well as his words would have suggested. "I just figured we might be able to get a lunch in – since you've been eating with Wilson so much."

"We'll do dinner tonight, okay?" Cameron said softly, looking at her sometime boyfriend apologetically.

"Alright…" Chase nodded; pretending to be placated then turned and made his way out of the ER.

"So feed me, Seymour…" House acted like he hadn't heard or said anything.

"Right…" Cameron stood and they walked together towards the cafeteria. "So any progress with your memories?"

"Nope…" House answered with a non-committal shrug of his shoulders. "But I know lots, because really let's face it, the idea that I'm not going to solve a puzzle – even when it's my own life is kind of stupid, isn't it?" He picked up a tray and stepped into the line. "I know you were once one of my fellows and so was the Wombat… And that you were once a brunette."

"Cuddy told you that? Against Foreman's advice…" Cameron shook her head.

"Foreman's an idiot…" House snorted. "I mean, he wants Cuddy to stop me now – could she stop me before?" He got his answer from the look on Cameron's face. "I don't even think she wants to stop me now. Like I said he's an idiot."

"So have you solved it yet?" Cameron asked curiously.

"Working on it…" House admitted. "There are missing pieces – things that Cuddy's being stubborn about."

"Things that I won't tell you either…" Cameron put her salad on the tray. "He needs a Rueben, cold – no pickles."

House smirked. "Yet you're obviously the other person with the answers…"

"Which you aren't getting…" Cameron cocked her head. "And you knew you wouldn't get them, or you wouldn't have been this direct."

A smirk followed but he didn't answer her. Instead he changed the subject and threw a bag of potato chips onto the tray to accompany the Rueben that she'd just taken from the woman behind the counter. "So you and the Crocodile Hunter…"

"His name is Chase…" Cameron rolled her eyes as she moved to the till and paid for both their lunches.

"Yep got that…" House smirked then made a b-line to a table, glaring at the one orderly who occupied it. "You can move now…" He looked meaningfully at the drink that was the last thing the young man was finishing.

"House, there are other tables…" Cameron voice was exasperated.

At the sound of the doctor's name, the orderly got up as quickly as he could and picked up his tray before exiting the scene as quickly as possible. "But I wanted this one…" House said as he settled into the seat and waited for her to put their tray down on it. "And it's just so cool how I've got everyone trained to scatter…"

"Only you would take pleasure in people not wanting to be around you." Cameron shook her head.

House smirked. "But it's only people who aren't worth knowing. You didn't scatter. Lise doesn't scatter." He shrugged. "Do I look like I'm interested in how many hot chicks that guy put GHB in the drinks of in order to get laid last weekend? Not my kind of thing. Now figuring out why you're with a guy that you obviously don't want to be with. That's interesting."

"I want to be with Chase." Cameron insisted.

"Who wouldn't want to be? The great hair, the dreamy eyes," He fluttered his lashes, mockingly. "But you don't so either he's your beard…"

"This is why I don't miss you…" Cameron snapped, in the heat of his behaviour forgetting that he didn't remember anything.

A slow smirk crossed his face. "No, this is what you don't miss about me." He leaned back in his chair. "So let me guess, back when you were my fellow, you had a thing for me – which you still do have but you deny it, but you really don't like my asinine behaviour and you want to fix it. Along with whatever else you think needs fixing or healing…" He cocked his head. "I don't want to change – never have… Things do change, but most of the time that's when I can't stop them from changing." He met her gaze. "Keep telling yourself you don't want me and you don't miss me… That's a lie that will be better for you in the long run, if you start believing it. Wanting to be with Chase not so much."