AN: As promised, another day, another chapter, another episode done! Hope you guys like this! Please let me know your likes and dislikes! I will take them all into consideration! I swear!

Oh, PS! This one is very, very much episode based…mainly because it is Cameron-centric…which is why it's a bit longer than usual.

Hunting

Cameron would love to be anywhere but here. She hadn't talked to Remy in three damn days. She didn't want to talk to her…but that's really all she wanted. They had been fighting…again. And Remy walked out to cool down…again. And here Cameron was trying not to think of her, trying to think of anything else, but unfortunately, she was here…in the hospital, with her hand under the blankets of a very flamboyantly gay photographer. And unfortunately, not even he could cheer her up.

"Your lymph nodes aren't swollen. That's good." she said plainly.

"Maybe Dr. Chase should check." Kalvin said smirking the Australian's direction.

Chase looked a little uncomfortable, "Sorry mate, hands full."

"He's too pretty to be straight. You ever done any modeling?"

Chase gave him a look, "Does anyone actually fall for that line?"

"Everyday. Why do you think I became a photographer? I'm guessing you guys didn't think about dating on career day?"

Cameron decided this was distracting enough from Remy…but not really—Nevertheless! She joined in conversation anyways, "I love my job."

Kalvin gave her an odd look, "Really? You seem more the 'find it exceptionally satisfying' type."

"I'm not sure there's a difference." Fuck! Gay men ALWAYS know! she thought. She changed the subject, "Your mom died of diabetes, how's your dad's health?"

Kalvin did not look happy to be talking about his father, "Last I heard, he had cirrhosis. Love, is love, satisfying is social validation, fun can wait."

Cameron looked at him, "I have fun." Just not when my girlfriend is pissed off and is away from me for more than a few days…

Chase was smirking a little…he didn't know her in the least, that little Australian fucker! "Yeah, she's got some scheduled for February." He said sarcastically, "Last you heard? Your father?"

Kalvin rolled his eyes, "He threw me out when I was 16. It's just as well, I got tired of getting BB guns for my birthday when I'd asked for a Barbie."

"Dads can be real sweethearts." Chase replied, obviously hating his own father in that moment.

"Mmm, sensitive, AND cute.." Kalvin looked to Cameron

Cameron paused for a split second, Wow his gaydar is off! She thought as she looked from Kalvin to Chase, "He's…cute…" She said a little awkwardly then walked out of the room.

She pulled out her phone, hoping Remy had text her and told her she was cool. Baby, please.. She just wanted the fight to be over…She knew that if she went to her though, that Remy would just pull even further. She huffed out a sigh and went off to try to bury herself in the lab.

~0~0~0~0~

Cameron was back in Kalvin's room, "Your tox screen came back positive for—"

"Crystal meth aaand ecstasy." Kalvin said…he was almost happy about it.

Cameron was starting to get more and more distracted with Kalvin. She didn't understand why he lived the way he did. She put on her mom voice, "Recreational drugs are dangerous to begin with, but for someone with HIV..."

Kalvin looked up at her in a 'yes mom, I know' kind of way, "I didn't mistake them for vitamins. I'm a P&P boy. Party and Play. Drugs and sex." He started coughing, "You don't approve?"

Cameron gave him an obvious look, "Does the sex include condoms?"

"If he's negative, sure. If he's positive," He shrugged, "... why put on a raincoat if you're already wet?"

Cameron's jaw dropped a little before she started her lecture, "You could get hepatitis or another strain of HIV—"

"Or I could get hit by a bus!" He interrupted her.

"AIDS isn't a death sentence anymore!" She said sternly. She didn't understand why he was throwing his life away…Remy wasn't even this dangerous…she didn't do this shit anymore… Cameron wanted to close her eyes. She wanted to walk away and curl up in a ball, but Kalvin started talking again.

"I don't want to have any regrets…" He started coughing…like hardcore cough.

Cameron looked at him concerned, "How long have you been coughing?"

"About an hour or so."

Cameron poured him some water, "Try to take a deep breath."

Kalvin began to, but he checked the hand he'd been using to cover his mouth…

"What is it?" Cameron asked.

"I think its blood." he started coughing again and then spat blood on Cameron's face.

Cameron looked at him a bit shocked.

~0~

The next thing she knew she was sitting in a room with another doctor of the hospital, "I recommend post-exposure prophylaxis. Your chances of conversion are slim, but I'd like to put you on three antiviral medications. Finavir, zidovudine and lamivudine. There are side effects: headache, nausea, vivid dreaming. You'll be tested for HIV in 6 weeks, 3 months, 6 months..."

The rest of the day was a little crazy. She took a shower and put on some scrubs. She walked in to hear the last bit of Chase's suggestion, "Wegener's granulomatosis?"

"Wegener's would have responded to the steroids." She supplied, wanting the day to just…end. Wanting her fight with Remy to just…end…She just wanted Remy to hold her and tell her it was going to be fine.

"Maybe you should go home, take the rest of the day…" Chase put a hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away, shrugging it off.

"I'm fine." She gave him a hard warning look.

House looked between Cameron and Chase. He smirked, "Oh this is good, he's pretending to care, you're pretending not to."

Cameron got them all back on track and they were sent to do their duckling duties.

~0~

Cameron and Chase were searching Kalvin's apartment, "No drugs in here. I'll take the bathroom."

"How about a drink after work? Take your mind off what happened…"

Cameron paused, Are you fucking kidding me? You're really asking me out right now? Really?...Really?

"Cameron?" Chase turned when she didn't answer.

"I might have HIV, a drink's not going to wash it away."

"There's like zero chance of you contracting the virus." He supplied the logical explanation.

Cameron stayed as calm as possible, "Big difference between 'like zero' and 'zero'…"

"What did the infection control guy tell you?"

"He was very reassuring, kept reminding me that the hospital covers all my medical costs. Apparently forgot to mention that if I do test positive, that they'll pass it on to legal and legal will dig up any dirt they can trying to prove that I'm a drug user or a tramp, and that's why I have HIV…" Or they'll find out about Remy and a whole other republicans against gay people thing will hatch…

"It's not like they're going to find anything, right?"

Cameron raised her brow, "…Right."

~0~0~

Chase and Cameron went back to the hospital with a possible new diagnosis. They followed House as he made his way to the clinic.

"Kalvin's a photographer. The broken bulbs were props. Glass is from 1930's fluorescent." Chase said.

Cameron supplied more to the theory, "Some of the bulbs have date stamps."

"Pre-World War 2 fluorescent bulbs contained large amounts of beryllium. Beryllium dust inflames the lungs, they get rigid, patient can't breathe." House gave Chase a questioning look, "My father co-authored a paper on acute berylliosis."

House wiped his brow, "Phew! For a moment there I thought you were smart. Cameron, get a biopsy of Calvin's lung tissue. I want a spectrographic analysis."

"I can handle it." Chase tried.

House gave Cameron a look, "No reason to risk exposing the entire team. Then who would I torment?"

Cameron clenched her jaw and walked off to do the test.

"I'm sorry. About what happened." This was for some reason hard for Kalvin to get out.

Cameron ignored him, "It's best not to talk. You're going to feel a sharp pinch. This actually is going to grab a piece of your lung." She said as she did the procedure.

Kalvin couldn't stop talking though, once he started, "What were you guys looking for at my hotel?"

"Your drugs. Thought maybe you'd used toxic meth. We'll know if you're exposed to beryllium in a few hours."

"Well if you're still curious, it's in my bag over there on the chair."

Cameron: gave him a shocked look, "You brought drugs into the hospital? Glad I wasted my time at your hotel." She finished on a sarcastic note.

"I told you I used, you didn't ask me for a sample. You're not pissed about this, you're mad because I coughed blood on you."

"That was an accident." Cameron said sternly…she was still trying to get that into her own head.

"Oh, would you stop being nice! It's useless and worse, it's boring. Get angry! I had one stupid night, I end…end up with HIV, do you have any idea how pissed off I was?"

Cameron clenched her jaw tight, "This wasn't your fault." She sounded a lot smaller than she meant to.

~0~

They were all in the main office, doing yet another differential, when Cameron started her rant of wanting everyone to live and not have cancer, "Lymphoma's a death sentence, Sarcoidosis is treatable."

"So's an ear infection, but since he didn't test positive for that either..." House said in his usual sarcastic manner.

Cameron glared at him, "I wanna do the Kveim-Siltzbach test."

House, again sputtered out sarcastically, "Do you have any idea how much paperwork Cuddy is going to need signed?" When Cameron didn't budge, House looked back to her, "Do it."

The boys filed out of the room leaving Cameron and House as she gathered her things.

"So... how is the patient's father?"

Cameron gave House a look, "Uh..."

House rolled his eyes, "Tell my dad I'm sorry? Might as well wave the red flag at a bull!"

Cameron looked down, sad at her answer, "He's not coming."

"Well it's not a tragedy, dad doesn't want to see him, he doesn't want to see the dad. You're the only one who wants them together."

"He asked!" Cameron defended.

"He thought he was dying. Dying people lie too. Wish they'd work less, they'd been nicer, they'd opened orphanages for kittens. If you really want to do something, you do it, you don't save it for sound byte."

That one hit Cameron close to home. She needed Remy now. "What did you say when you thought you were dying?" Cameron crossed her arms, but made an obvious effort not to 'clench' in front of him.

House gave her a look. He didn't answer. Then something came to him as it always did, "On the other hand, his dad tossed him out. So what's our guy want to apologize for?"

"Everybody has regrets…"

~0~

Cameron was once again back in Kalvin's room yet again, "The growths in your lungs and heart are sarcoid, your body will recognise this material and we'll see a reaction on your arm." She said as she injected the needle into his arm, "Did you really want to see your dad?"

Kalvin looked up at her, "Did you call him?" Cameron shook her head, "Thanks. He would have come, try to straighten me out. How are you holding up?"

Cameron gave him an annoyed look, "I'm fine."

Kalvin half-smiled, "Convincing. What did you do with my drugs?"

"The lab disposes of them after analysis." Was Cameron's simple explanation.

"Too bad. They could have done you some good…"

Cameron felt his stare, "Not really my thing."

"You know I hope you don't have it, but getting HIV might have been the best thing that ever happened to me. I used to be a good boy. Never wanted to piss anybody off... playing by the rules makes everybody else happy. Now I'm happy." He looked at Cameron and gave her a smile that she couldn't help but return.

~0~0~0~0~

Allison finally gave in. All of House's talk and all of Kalvin's…whatever it was Kalvin did got to her. She listened to them both. She gave in. She tried to call Remy, but she needed some encouragement…so she took the drugs first.

Remy heard the sound of Allison's voice. She knew something was up. She didn't quite understand exactly what…if she hadn't been a stubborn idiot for the past week or so, she would know what's really bothering her girlfriend. She had never heard that tone before. She sounded… She didn't know.

Remy climbed the stairs two at a time and didn't pause when she opened Cameron's door, but she ran into the door because of her chain lock.

Allison walked over to the door, unlocked it and pulled Remy inside, "Come on in."

She pushed Remy against the wall and started kissing her. At first Remy wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, but she realized quite quickly that something was off.

She pushed Allison from her and looked her in the eyes…she had seen her fair share of eyes just like her girlfriend's were then. She had just never seen them on her girlfriend, "Are you high?"

Cameron grinned and stayed two inches from Remy's face, "Uh huh." She breathed out as she started to take Remy's jacket off.

Chase: I thought you disposed of the drugs

"No… No, Honey… slow down... your pupils are dilated!" Remy tried

"Come on Rem… nothing's stopped you from fucking me before… Don't do this to me now."

Remy was attacked with Allison's kissed again…it had been too long. It took everything for her to stop. "No, Baby…come on." She grabbed Allison's hands and held her down.

They struggled to the ground, but eventually, Allison gave in and started crying. Oh this is so not going to be a nice high… Remy thought as she brought her to the bedroom.

Hours later, Remy was still awake. She stroked Allison's hair and did everything she could to make sure her girlfriend would be okay until she was at least competent enough to talk to her frankly. She disposed of the drugs…got them out of the apartment and came back to stroke hair and wait some more.

Allison had fallen asleep. Remy wrapped her body around her girlfriend's and waited. Allison woke up once more and felt all over Remy…not in a dirty way, just making sure she was really there. She kissed her once…she knew that was all Remy was going to allow, so she tried to make it good.

She pulled from the younger doctor. "Our patient is a flamboyantly gay photographer that loves to 'party and play'…he has HIV." She said quietly as she sat up.

Remy did nothing, she just put her hand on Allison's back and rubbed it.

Allison was still talking quietly, "He was coughing a few days ago and his blood spattered in my face…it got in my eye and mouth."

Remy looked up and bit her lip. She felt like an ass, "Why didn't you call me sooner?"

Allison shrugged, "I didn't want to bother you…Didn't want to push you further away than you already were. Logically, nothing will come of it. The doctor I spoke to said my chances are practically zero."

"Baby, Darlin'…there's a big difference between 'zero' and 'practically zero'…" Remy sat up now and settled against the headboard. She pulled her girlfriend in between her legs and held her. Allison started crying again, "What's wrong? Just everything?" she tried her best to sooth her. She place kissed on Allison's neck and held her close.

Allison shook her head, "No…I said that to Chase when he said that to me…right before he asked me out…then twice more later." She said through a sob.

Remy had to smile at that, "Sweetie…you know that I love you more than anything in the world. You know that if you called me, I would have been here in a heart beat…especially if you told me some stupid asshole with a pretentious accent is trying to get into your vulnerable pants…"

"Not when you're as mad as you were! You wouldn't have let me get to the point of trying to explain. And you would have ignored my texts and voicemails…" Allison said.

"Well…that's because I'm an ass." Remy replied, "You could've come over and made me listen to you…you did that one time remember?" Remy tried to cheer her up.

"Mmm," Allison nodded, the beginnings of a grin forming, "Yeah…maybe I should just get naked every time we fight…when I do, it always seems to lead to make-up sex."

"Mmm, phenomenal make-up sex." Remy corrected.

"Mhmm…" Allison nodded, "Is that gonna happen now?" She looked at her.

"No Baby." Remy said…it felt like a knife was dragging over her as she did, "We need to get you better…I'm not going to take advantage of you in this state…"

Allison didn't respond, she just looked down and rolled off Remy and curled in a ball.

~0~0~

The next morning Cameron walked into the elevator. She looked like the hot mess she was. Her hair was everywhere…but it wasn't sex hair. She was pale, she had bags under her eyes…not the classiest she's ever been.

House's cane stopped the elevator from closing, "You're late. And hungover." He took Cameron in, "Or maybe not…"

Cameron was kind of jittery as she thought of a comeback..which was nothing. Then she looked down, "Why do you have a rat?"

House gave her a look, "Jealous?"

~0~0~

After a very bad encounter with Kalvin and his father, they were all in the differential room once more. Cameron, whose hair was still a hot mess and was still very pale and a bit jittery was pacing, "Kalvin lied!"

House watched her blankly as did the other two, "Yeah, that certainly is shocking…"

Cameron, along with her jittery pacing began speaking fast, "Mom's kidneys were failing, she needed a transplant, they tested Kalvin, he was a match. He was also positive for HIV, mom never found a qualified donor, she dies."

House was still following her with his eyes, it looked like him Chase and Foreman were watching a tennis match, "Tragic tale. Undercut slightly by the rapid fire delivery and constant movement. Too much coffee this morning?"

"He didn't kill her. Our bodies aren't donor farms for our parents…" Chase and his accent entered the conversation.

Foreman decided to join as well, "It's not 1980. We know how HIV is transmitted! If Kalvin got HIV through unprotected sex, dad has every right to be pissed!"

Cameron turned to him exasperated, "So you always use a condom?"

Foreman gave her a 'duh' look, "Uhh... yeah!"

House leaned down and provided his racist, yet entertaining reason, "Brother's on the down-low, got to."

Foreman nodded along, "Huh, not ready for any Foreman Juniors yet."

Cameron looked at House, "You?"

House gave her an interesting look, "Working girls are sticklers."

"And you, what about you?" Cameron was staring at Chase.

"I'm not an idiot." Chase said.

House gave him a look, "Obviously not. Who doesn't try to jump a vulnerable colleague multiple times when they have a chance?"

Cameron glared at House in her, 'DUDE! That was private information' way. House glared at Chase who scooted further into his seat.

~0~0~

After everything that happened over the week, she was glad that at least one thing was better. She at least had Remy back. She was looking at herself in her mirror. She was trying to tell herself that she was going to be okay… Then Remy came in the bathroom. She looked at Allison, she took in her pajama clad appearance. She took a step forward and dropped a kiss on her shoulder.

"Everything is going to be okay…We're together." Remy whispered and kissed Allison's ear. Allison held Remy's face to her and nodded as Remy wrapped her arms around her. "Come on. Let's get ready. Another day, another patient for you…another exhausting ER shift for me." She patted Cameron's ass as she side-stepped her and started brushing her teeth.

Cameron took her pills for the day that were prescribed for her and marked another 'X' on her calendar. "Another day closer to my HIV test."

Remy spat the foam of the toothpaste and washed her mouth quickly before moving to hug her again, "I love you."…it was all she could say for sure.