A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! This is my first fanfiction. Cameron may seem a little OOC in this chapter, but I figured that she'd be a little more daring as a teenager.

Disclaimer: All characters other than Dan, Katherine and Emily belong to David Shore.

Both groups came up with so many possible diagnoses, but House turned down each one. I couldn't believe the ones Robert and I came up with-they were quite creative! And yet House acted as though we were boring him to death.
Around two hours later, House told us to take a break. "I'll be back in an hour", he said, and walked out.
"An hour?" I repeated incredulously but he was already gone.
"What do we do for an hour?" I asked nobody in particular.
"Sounds like Cuddy doesn't give you a lot of free time", said Emily smirking.
"Yeah, we'll take you to our hideout", said Eric speaking to me as though I was a child. I waited for him to finish.
"We'll take Wilson's car and go to a nearby store"
"He lets you use his car?"
"He'll never find out. He never does. We've done it before".
"You're going to steal a car?" I asked raising my voice.
"Borrow", he corrected.
"And you're all okay with this?" I asked, looking at Robert. He looked uncomfortable but didn't reply. I turned to Dan.
"Guys? Wilson is my father", he reminded. Katherine gasped, but Dan continued. "And it's so awesome to prank him! Let's do this!"
I looked at the rest of them, shocked. Emily shrugged, but Robert wouldn't look at me. "Are you going with them?" I demanded.
It's not as bad as you think it is", he said, still not looking at me.
"You should come with us. You'll have fun", said Katherine.
"No way", I replied, my heart sinking at the prospect of being all alone again.
"Maybe she's right", Robert said slowly. "Maybe we shouldn't do this.
"What's with the sudden change of mind? Are you scared?" Eric sneered.
"Of course not", said Robert sounding outraged.
"Then drive out with Wilson's car alone. I dare you to do it".
"I can't do that", Robert protested.
"You're a chicken, then".
"No, I'm not", Robert retorted.
"I'll pick the lock if you like. And then you can drive it out. But if you don't, you're just scared of getting in trouble".
I couldn't understand why Eric was being so mean. Surely Robert wasn't stupid enough to accept, I thought. Apparently I was wrong.
'Alright then", Robert said, rolling up his sleeves. "I'm going to do it".

The parking lot was a lot more crowded than I thought it would be-the way they spoke of picking locks I thought it would be absolutely empty.

However, Eric picked the lock with absolute ease. The five of them leaned on the car as though they were just talking and when the time seemed right, Robert just opened the door and slipped into the car.
The four of them walked back to the lobby, where I stood and watched. Robert put the key in, and engine roared to life.
He drove slowly, probably wanting to seem inconspicuous. The car slipped by the gates unnoticed and pulled out of our sights.

Eric's phone vibrated and he pulled it out his jeans pocket. "It's him", he announced and showed us the text on the screen.

'I DID IT! I'M NOT SCARED'

For a second I wondered why Eric had saved Robert's number as 'Stars' but realized immediately that it was a group.
"Give me your numbers", he said addressing Dan and me. "I'll add you to our group".
I didn't have to respond for Dan willing and promptly gave him both our numbers. I wasn't sure I wanted to be a part of their group considering their activities, but I didn't comment.

We had to wait less than a minute before we saw Wilson's car again. He drove back faster, probably encouraged by his previous victory.

He parked perfectly, and got out confidently.

But it was too late. Dr Cuddy had seen him.

He looked mortified, and even though I barely knew him I felt sorry for him. She led him inside, probably into her office, I thought.
The rest of us watched helplessly.

We went back to the auditorium silently, mourning the likely expulsion of a fellow student.
When House came back, he noticed the severe mood of the group instantly. "Where's Chase?" he asked.
None of us replied. "He's with Dr Cuddy", I said finally.
House rolled his eyes.
"Finally got caught borrowing Wilson's car, huh?"
Everyone stared at him, horrified that he knew.
"I've seen you borrow his car six times now", he said when he saw our stunned faces. "Five teenagers in an adult parking lot is about as unostentatious as an elephant", he said, continuing to write.
"Could you do something?" Emily asked, looking guilty.
House turned but didn't reply. "Please?" she requested beseechingly.
"She won't expel him", he said, sounding quite sure.
"How do you know?' Eric asked, finally looking ashamed.
"She likes the power", he said simply, and went back to talking about possible diagnoses.

When the session was over, I walked back to my room as fast as I could. I saw that Dr Cuddy was in her office. I knocked. She looked up and nodded, and I entered.

"It wasn't his fault", I said as soon as I entered. "The others were forcing him. Please don't expel him". I wasn't sure why I cared so much. I'd met him only a few hours ago, after all. But it was too unfair. She raised her eyebrows at me, but I continued, undeterred. "It's not fair to expel him. Someone dared him to do it".

"Cameron, calm down. I didn't expel him", she said, and I stopped ranting.

"Oh. Okay then", I said. I was so sure that she would expel him and now I had no idea what to say. "I'll get back to work", I said awkwardly and left.

The rest of the day passed quite uneventfully, and I found myself looking forward to the next group study session even though the experience I had there wasn't particularly pleasant.

Robert was there, looking more subdued than I'd ever seen him. He remained quiet throughout, which I honestly found annoying. How was I supposed to solve the case alone? House had divided us into three groups, and ours was falling behind.
However, the session didn't last long. In less than an hour, Cuddy walked into the room.
"Your patient had cardiac arrest. I'll take over here", she said, addressing House.

House got up looking relieved, and left the room.
Cuddy looked at the symptoms on the white board.
'Seizures'
'Insomnia'
'Muscle soreness'
'Temperature sensitivity'
'Cardiac arrest'
'Amnesia'
The possibilities were endless, she thought, inwardly sighing.

"It's Fibromyalgia", said Robert suddenly. It was the first time he'd spoken since the group study began, and I was relieved even though I had no idea what 'Fibromyalgia' was.

"We ruled out everything else. It also explains his performance".

Cuddy looked at him questioningly.

"House said that the patient's academic performance was slipping. We thought that he was joking, but if he had Fibromyalgia he'd have cognitive difficulties. It could even cause severe heart palpitations leading to cardiac arrest", Robert finished. We were all staring at him by then.

"It could be", she said thoughtfully. "That's actually a really good diagnosis".

"But the possibilities for these symptoms are innumerable", said Emily sounding jealous.

"And we ruled them out. This makes sense", he said looking at Cuddy hopefully.

Cuddy walked over to the other side of the white board, where she knew House would have written the answer. The word 'Fibromyalgia' stared back at her. "It's correct", she confirmed. "Good job". Robert looked elated, and not without reason, for that was the first time any of us had figured out the cause of any set of crazy symptoms House had set us.

By the next day, Robert was back to his usual self, and led us all to the last rows of chairs in diagnostic room 2, where a lecture was due. It wasn't as boring as the previous time now that I had company. It wasn't that the lecture was interesting but that Eric and Emily were arguing. They fought in whispers, and I couldn't really hear them, but their conversation looked incredibly heated.

Robert, Dan, Katherine and I had tried to calm them down, but they wouldn't listen. They wouldn't even tell us what they were disagreeing over. So we watched them in silence.

Around halfway through the lecture, Eric suddenly stood up and walked out. It was astonishingly rude, and the woman on stage tried to continue the lecture as though nothing had happened.

But that wasn't the worst of it. We were in the last row and quite close to the exit, and we could see as Eric stormed out of the door and bumped right into Cuddy.

I sighed. It was unsettling how Dr Cuddy managed to appear whenever something untoward happened.

We watched as Eric stuttered a little about what he was doing. They exchanged a few words, and then he followed her out of sight.

"How could he be so stupid?" Katherine murmured agitatedly. For once, I agreed with her.

That evening, Dan accompanied me to the cafeteria again. "Let's actually go the terrace today", he suggested, and I complied without protest. After all the adventure of the past week, all I wanted was some peace and quiet, and going to the roof terrace seemed like the perfect plan.

I was surprised at how easy it was to get there. No one stopped us.

We sat on the old bench in the corner and ate in silence. There wasn't much to say, and we both were tired.

"Let's go back down", he said after we both had finished.

"I want to stay a little longer", I told him. "I won't mind if you go". "Okay" he said, and left.

I breathed in the cold air slowly, and glanced up at the star specked sky, silently savouring the solitude.

Eric and Robert burst in, and I rolled my eyes. 'So much for the privacy', I thought.

"What did you expect me to tell her?" Robert asked sounding frustrated.
"I dunno but I didn't expect you to sneak!" Eric snapped back.

Eric saw me looking and stopped glaring. "Hey", he greeted gently. I looked at him, surprised. I could have used a fair few adjectives to describe him, and gentle wasn't one of them. What was wrong?

"Robert wanted to ask you something". I looked uncertainly at Robert, who came and sat next to me.

"Do you remember when Eric walked into Cuddy this morning?" he asked. I nodded, and waited for him to continue." She got annoyed and told him that she'd phone his parents about it".

"That sounds severe", I said, still in the dark about why they were telling me that.

"Not about it, about what you told her about the car prank", Eric yelled at Robert.

"Oh", I said, still confused.

"I already apologized. There was nothing I could do", said Robert frowning at Eric.
"Anyways", he said, turning back to me, "When Cuddy asked him his mother's number, he gave her yours".

"What!?" I asked, understanding all of a sudden.

"She said she'd call at around 'eight'", said Eric slowly. "So she'll call soon, and all you'll have to do is pretend to be my mom, and I'll be in the clear".

I couldn't believe what they were trying to pull.

"Please?" Robert asked imploringly.

My phone rang, and Dr Cuddy's name flashed across the screen. I knew I shouldn't do what they said. But I also knew that I couldn't say 'no' to Robert. I would probably have done anything when he looked at me like that. I ought not to pick up, I told myself.

Instead, I kept it on speakerphone, put on an accent, and said "Hello".

Dr Cuddy was professional. She only used Eric's last name and explained his actions briefly. She wasn't exactly harsh either, I noticed. She told Foreman's mother that he was an excellent student and that such pranks could ruin what was quite possibly a bright future. I spoke as little as I could, for it was hard to keep up the accent. She said that it wasn't much to worry about, but something to 'nip in the bud'. I told her that I would speak to my son about it, and she hung up.

The three of us cracked up as soon as the call ended. I still couldn't believe that I had done that!
I don't know how long we laughed, or why I did something so spontaneous. All I knew was that a bond had formed between us.

And just like that, Eric, Robert and I became friends.

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