Yay! People reviewed- and I have lurkers! I love my reviewers... and my lurkers too.

Mizuno-kun: Oh god, he's not over me. I THOUGHT HE LOVED AMY! WHY WHY WHY WAAAAAAAAH! And you beat Lenora, I beat the Champion, you beat Lenora, I beat the Champion... hmm, which sounds more impressive... lol, just kidding- Lenora took me more tries than the Champion. I hate her. Grrrr

IHeartHouseCuddy: *laughs nervously/guiltily* Heh heh... heh... well, then, you'll probably hate this chapter. Don't worry, though, there's hope for Huddy yet!

TheBreakfastGenie: The only thing I've seen with the redhead in it was her rambling off some statistics thing and Taub interrupting her to say, "You suck at this." I was agreeing with him. And if Cameron wasn't so damn ethical, she would be perfect. But Thirteen is still the best.

And just a generic message: if you read my other work, then you know I like to update daily. Unfortunately, since someone *cough Sara cough* made me post this right away, I won't be able to do that with this one. So, I will apologize in advance: SORRY!

Anyways...

Chapter 2

Cameron met House at the entrance to the ER, but her attention was immediately drawn to the figure at his side. The mystery person was about her height, with dark brown hair, but those were all the clues to the stranger's identity Cameron had- she was dressed fully in bloodstained sweats, and a hood was shading her face, so she only saw a hint of tan skin behind her hair. She hesitated, then gestured at the woman and said, "Right this way, ma'am."

House started after her, then stopped and asked the woman slowly, "Do you... do you want me to come with you?"

She hesitated, looking House up and down, then shook her head violently and turned away, as if ashamed. House bit his lip and swallowed, keeping his expression carefully blank. "Um... Cameron, page me when you're done here," he said, then cast one last look at the woman before turning and limping off, leaving Cameron alone with the mystery girl.

She hesitated, then gestured for her to follow and walked slowly towards the exam room. When the door was shut behind her, Cameron turned towards the woman- who still had not relaxed or lowered her hood- and handed her a hospital gown, then said gently, "Okay, just... get changed into this and we can start the exam when you're ready." Cameron turned her back to give the patient some privacy while changing as well as to find some latex gloves, but when she looked back at the exam table, the person she saw nearly gave her a heart attack.

"Cuddy?"

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

House hesitated, looking between Wilson's office and his own. If he was in his office, then he would probably be free to think about what had happened- not something he wanted to do. Wilson, however, could probably distract him until the rape kit was over... Wilson's, then.

When House walked inside, he saw Wilson busy analyzing a file- perfect .Maybe it was some sort of interesting case- and this, too, could be a distraction. And distractions were always a good thing when he didn't want to think about something.

When he looked over Wilson's shoulder, however, all he saw was a boring X-Ray of metastatic squeamous cell lung cancer- fun to say, boring to diagnose. "Damn," he muttered, trudging across the office to Wilson's couch and collapsing onto it, kicking his feet up and groaning in exhaustion. He saw Wilson staring at him, so, with an eye roll, House barked, "What?"

Wilson stared at him in confusion, then said slowly, "Well... for one, you looked at my file, which means you're looking for work, and you're average daily activities consist of doing the 'avoiding Cuddy dance'... for another, you're wearing a blood-stained shirt. Either you killed someone and want an alibi, or... yeah, that's the only explanation I can think of.

House hesitated, then shook his head. He didn't want to tell Wilson about Cuddy's rape- especially if she was planning on keeping a secret.

But Wilson wasn't stupid, either. "Wait... wasn't tonight your six month anniversary with Cuddy?" When House didn't reply, Wilson put away his file and resumed watching him carefully. "Did something happen?"

House paused, unsure of how to respond, then asked an entirely unrelated question, one that would hopefully appease him. "Wilson, what do you think about a woman who doesn't want her boyfriend there during the rape kit?"

Wilson blinked at the sudden change in conversation, then asked slowly, "Um, three questions. Was the woman raped, if so, is the boyfriend her rapist, and is the hypothetical situation?"

House groaned, then said, "Yes, she was... she was raped, and no I'm- I mean, the boyfriend's not her rapist." House bit his lip, hoping Wilson wouldn't notice his slip-up or the fact that he hadn't answered his last question.

Wilson frowned then said, " Well, then I would say that she would feel threatened by any man's presence and wouldn't want to be with anyone male right then- and you didn't answer my last question."

"Oh, so... it's not personal, then?" he asked, almost to himself, then said louder, "And yes, Wilson, I'm asking because I was raped but I don't want you there for the rape kit," he finished sarcastically, rolling his eyes at Wilson.

The doctor just sighed and went back to his paperwork, shaking his head. "Why are you here, anyway? What happened with Cuddy?"

Once again, House was left with nothing to say. He just shook his head and said, "Nothing, really. We-" House was interrupted by his pager going off. House looked at it, hesitated, then tossed the annoying little device at Wilson. "Get that, will you? I have to go diagnose somebody in my office." He was gone before Wilson could protest.

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

After paging House, Cameron walked slowly back over to Cuddy and sat tentatively down by her side. "Hey," she said softly after a moment of silence passed.

Cuddy looked up jerkily and gave her a small, slow smile. "Hey."

"So, I paged House..." she started off confidently, then trailed off, unsure of what to say. Cuddy paled at the mention of House, then perked up, seemingly eager to see him. "Cuddy... I know you're not reporting this to the police, but... can you tell me why not?"

Cuddy shook her head quickly, wrapping her arms around herself as she said firmly, "This is gonna stay a secret. Just me, House, and you know. Its not even that big of a deal, really. I... I, um... look, everything will be back to normal in a couple of days."

Cameron sighed compassionately, then asked gently, "Cuddy, I... what happened?"

Cuddy looked up right at her, piercing her with a cold glare as she snapped, "That is not for you to know, Dr. Cameron. Just... page House and leave. Please?" Cuddy's anger was gone as quickly as it had come, and now she just wanted Cameron to leave and House to come. Even though she didn't want to be seen by House, for him to think she was weak... House was always able to distract her. And now she was glad that he didn't do sympathy well- because she didn't want sympathy. She just wanted everything to go back to normal.

With another sigh, Cameron got to her feet as she said, "I already did. He should be on his way right-" she was interrupted by a hesitant knock on the door. "- right now," she finished, then headed over to the door, but she was not expecting who was behind it.

"Wilson?" Cuddy's head snapped up at Wilson's name and she turned to stare at him, stunned.

"Dr. Wilson?" she asked, staring at him in confusion. "What are you doing here? Where's House?"

"He gave his pager to me and told me to handle it- Cuddy, Cameron, what are you doing here?" Wilson looked between the two women in confusion, focusing on Cuddy when she took a hesitant step away from him and shrunk back.

"I... I, uh..." she mumbled, looking anywhere but at Wilson.

Cameron, to Wilson's shock, wrapped her arms around Cuddy briefly and pulled her close, rubbing small circles into her back. "Tell him," she instructed softly, so quiet that Wilson couldn't hear her. Then she released Cuddy and turned on her heel, heading from the room as she called over her shoulder, "I'm going to find House." Then she shut the door, leaving Wilson and Cuddy alone.

"Cuddy, what is going on?"

HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE

"So, she either has Guillain Barre Syndrome or Hepatitis E," House said slowly, trying to get one of the idiots who had taken up residence in his office to get the answer. "Is there anyway we can eliminate-"

"What the hell are you doing?" Cameron demanded as she stormed into his office, glaring at him furiously, her eyes cold as ice.

House blinked, looking at her in surprise before playing dumb. "I don't know what-"

"Why aren't you in the ER?"

House just looked at her before turning back to the white board as he said simply, "Because I'm not dying."

Cameron stared at him in shock, then snapped, "She needs you right now, House, and sending-"

"Hey, could you save the catfight for later?" Foreman cut in, glaring at the two doctors. "We need to-"

"Oh, go treat your patient for Guillian Bare, would you?" Cameron said coldly, still without removing her glare from House.

Foreman shook his head and said, "No, Hep E could also-"

"No it can't, the paralysis is ascending. And if you had anybody besides House leading this team, you would have decided it was something other then the only-five-cases-reported-in-the-U.S.-ever-disease and treated him for it a long time ago," Cameron told him, even though she had yet to even look at Foreman.

The others looked at House, who groaned, the nodded. "Fine, I guess it would have taken you guys too long to figure it out anyway. Foreman, Thirteen, go treat him." The two doctors left, leaving a confused Chase staring between House and Cameron.

"You still haven't answered my question- why the hell did you send Wilson to the ER?"

Cameron demanded, and Chase was surprised to see his normally pacifist girlfriend looking like she wanted to hit something.

House shrugged, deliberately playing dumb once again. "Wilson is more suited to hold her hand and be nice than me. I figured that she'd want a comforting presence instead of-"

"She doesn't want Wilson, she wants you!" Cameron shouted, taking another step forward.

"Okay, slow down," Chase said, getting to his feet and staring at them in confusion. "Who is 'she', why does Cameron care so much, and what does House have to do with her?"

House started to answer, but Cameron snapped, "You're trying to make this situation about you when she's the one who hurting and she's the one who needs help! If you don't help her, go to her, comfort her, she's eventually going to stop asking and find somebody else."

"What the hell do you expect me to do, Cameron, just walk in there and say, "Hi, sorry I wasn't there before, but I'm here now, lets go home and have comfort sex'? I don't know what do in a situation like this, but Wilson-"

"Doesn't either! None of us do! But if you abandon her now, it'll kill her. All you have to do is go be with her, damn it! That alone will help. Sending your friend in when she needs you is perhaps just one better then sending no one at all. I'm just surprised you didn't send one of your team to deal with her..."

House stared at her, then started off, "Cameron-"

"No excuses, House! Go! Go now!" House glared at her, then stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him. Cameron seriously doubted he was going to Cuddy, but if he wanted to abandon her and probably lose her forever, then fine. It wasn't her problem. She had done everything she could.

Chase stared after him, then turned to Cameron and asked, "What was that about?"

She hesitated, mindful of her promise to Cuddy, then shook her head and said, "Nothing. House promised a little girl he'd be in the ER with her when they, uh... when they stitched up her head, but now he's backing out, as usual."

Chase frowned, unconvinced, but decided to let the subject drop. "Um... right. Cameron, I know this isn't really a good time, but... well, did you write these?" He showed her both the letter and the email, watching her expression.

Cameron read them slowly, then turned back to Chase, shocked. "Hell no. God, Chase... who- where did they- ?"

He shook his head at her nervous look and gave her a quick kiss. When he pulled back, he said, "It's nothing to worry about, honey... The email's probably spam and the letter's got to be just a prank."

"Yeah, but at the same time?" she asked, still unconvinced. "I don't-"

"Shh. It's nothing," he interrupted, kissing her again. "Come on. Now that we don't have a case, I can think of something alot better things we can do with your time..."

Cameron smiled and batted her eyelashes seductively, looping an arm around her waist. "Oh, can you now? Well, I-"

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr. House?"

Chase and Cameron immediately pulled apart, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, he's not here right now," Cameron mumbled, taking another step backward. "He's busy."

The man looked between Chase and Cameron in confusion then said slowly, "Look, it really is important that I speak with him now. Are you sure he won't spare a minute?"

"Yes," Cameron said firmly. "And he's not going to be free for the foreseeable future- are you sure I can't help you with something?"

"No!" he snapped, suddenly angry. "No! I only want the best doctor in this hospital, and that's Dr. House! No one else!"

"Well, I'm sorry," Cameron reiterated, "but he really isn't available right now. If you would just-"

"Oh really? Then maybe this will make him 'available'." Cameron and Chase looked at each other, confused, then Cameron screamed when she saw him whip out a gun and pull the trigger.

Ooh, dramatic scene fail! And Chase's stalker is going to say goodbye for a few chapters, I guess- sorry Sara! And I'll try and give 13 a real role next chapter. Review please!