AN: Alright, I'm still not sure what's going on with FF anymore…but hopefully everyone is able to read! As always please let me know what you think? I will be using the rest of my break to plot out the rest of the story… So, hopefully, this will move right along!

Skin Deep

Cameron was standing outside their new patient's room, "Since when do you voluntarily go see patients?"

House didn't bother trying to limp passed her, "Have you seen her?"

Cameron gave him a warning look, "She's fifteen."

He leaned hard on his cane, "Yeah but have you seen her. You better hide your new girlfriend… If you don't, you might be one girlfriend less… Or she will since you're the one spending more time with Hottie McSupermodel…"

Cameron's voice was raised, "I am not—" She realized she was being loud, so she softened her voice and closed some distance between them so he could still hear her, "I am not going to cheat on my girlfriend!"

"Don't act so noble Cameron, it happens to the best of us." House patted her shoulder.

She crossed her arms, "The only reason it happens is because someone's not satisfied in the home…and believe me, my girlfriend and I are quite satisfied." She said.

"Oh really both sexually and intellectually satisfied?" He asked.

"For your information, she's a doctor as well! We have almost too much in common…almost." She decided to throw this next bit in to surprise him, "But what really keeps us together is the fact that she gives me the best lady head I've ever had, and I give her the best lady head she's ever had… So the answer to your question is, 'Yes' I am satisfied both intellectually and sexually." She crossed her arms.

"Okay, you're more hot to me right now than supermodel." He turned and looked in the room, then back to her, "Actually, since I don't know girlfriend's name or what she looks like, I'm picturing you with supermodel right now…"

House always had to win. Cameron's jaw dropped and she swatted his arm, "You're a pig! And again, I remind you. She's fifteen."

House sighed, "Yeah, but there's something about her. Something in her eyes, a kind maturity."

Cameron rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, she's an old soul. This is creepy even for you."

"She's a fashion model, on the cover of magazines. They hold her up as a sexual ideal; the law says we can't touch her for three more years… But in my mind, you, my little piece of lobby art, are touching her in all kinds of naughty places. How hypocritical is that?"

Cameron chose not to respond to that, "Did the history reveal anything, oh I don't know, medically relevant."

"History. Right, knew I was forgetting something. You should do one of those while you're writing the labs and the tox screen."

Cameron shook her head and went to go do the job House couldn't…more likely the job he wouldn't do. Remy was SO going to be hearing about this…

As time rolled on and the patient became worse…and of course after they found out about the fact that Daddy 'diddled her', Cameron had to speak her mind.

"We have to call child protective services."

"Doctor-patient confidentiality." Was House's excuse.

"Doesn't apply in abuse cases, you know that. We're mandated to report sexual abuse."

"Is it okay if I save her life first or do you want to make sure daddy doesn't get visitation rights to the grave site?" House gave her a sarcastic glare.

"Okay," Foreman interrupted, "Elevated proteins in her CSF could mean dozens of different things, viral encephalitis, CNSV."

"Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease." Chase suggested.

"So we're just gonna leave a child molester in the same room as his victim?" Cameron brought the conversation back around.

"It's got windows." House supplied, but Cameron glared at him, "Fine, arrest him. Use Cuddy's handcuffs." He rubbed his thigh.

"If you're too distracted to deal with this because your leg hurts…"

"Yeah, I'm distracted. I'm all hung up on this fifteen year old patient who's cataplectic, can't remember what she had for lunch and is rapidly losing control of her body. And I want her father here in case they've got any more secrets that I need to know about. Now, if you're not too distracted go take out a piece of her brain and stick it under a microscope." House was loud and mad. He looked out the window and saw Wilson, "Wilson!" He limped after the oncologist.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you really think we need to jump straight to brain biopsy?" Foreman asked.

House looked at him in the same sarcastic tone, "No, lets keep playing pin the diagnosis on the supermodel until she's dead." House said as he started after his best friend once more.

Later in the conference room, Chase, Cameron and Foreman were sitting around the table.

"What do you think House is gonna do to you?" Chase asked, looking over to Cameron.

"No idea."

"Well, you did the right thing. If you hadn't gone to Cuddy I would have." Foreman grabbed her forearm and squeezed reassuringly. She smiled at him.

"If this guy'd known we'd have to report him he'd never have told House the truth." Chase said.

"She's a child. She needs to be protected." Was Cameron's defense.

"She dropped out of high school to make millions of dollars. Why does she need more protection than some crack whore shivering in the clinic waiting room?" Chase gave her a look.

"I think you're just afraid to piss House off." Foreman gave him the same look he gave Cameron.

"There's that too." Chase laughed at himself.

Oh, so you can joke about you can't say 'no' to House and how you're afraid of him and want to please him… I think you do want to please him, you asshole. I think You want to be bent over his desk as fucked. I think that's why you constantly badger me… FUCK YOU! You are so God damn annoying! Was all Cameron could think as the conversation continued.

~0~

They were all in House's office now. Chase was the first to supply House with information, "Brain biopsy shows no white matter disease."

House glances at Cameron, "Cameron, you going to tell Cuddy or has she already got you wired for sound?"

"I had to do what I thought was right." Gave him a look that told him all he needed to know. He didn't acknowledge it, but he did see it.

"So white is out, that just leaves grey." He said.

"Neuronal ceroid lipofuscinosis, Heller syndrome." Foreman suggested.

"Any one of the mitochondrial encephalopathies." Chase followed up.

"Am I in trouble?" Cameron asked like a small child, ignoring the differential at hand…ironically she was the one who was now distracted.

House wouldn't looked directly at her, but he looked in her general direction, "You had to do what you thought was right. They call it grey area because you never really know what's there. We can't test for any of those things."

"So I'm not in trouble…" Cameron still wouldn't focus.

"You can torture yourself all you want." He said then turned the focus again back to the patient, "What if everything we're seeing, is just smoke signals."

Cameron did then focus on the differential at hand. She had text Remy and told her earlier that she thought she was in trouble… Remy chose that moment to text her back telling her that she couldn't wait to hear that story. Cameron did her best to ignore her phone until they were told to go do whatever they were going to do.

The three of them were waiting outside Alex's room as the Social Worker finished up.

"That was quick. What's gonna happen?" Cameron said as the social worker walked out of the room.

"What did you think was gonna happen?"

"The father had sex—"

"Do you have any medical evidence of that?"

"He admitted—"

"He denies that conversation ever took place."

"She—"

"She denies it too. I'm sure you meant well."

Cameron watched the social worker leave then turned to stare at the girl in the room.

She didn't see the looks Chase and Foreman were giving her, "You have to tell her the truth."

Alex shrugged, "Nothing happened."

"You don't have to be afraid of him. They can protect you." Cameron was determined.

"From what? Things are fine."

Cameron closed her eyes and shook her head once, "You think things are fine, they're not."

"He's my dad."

"He's abusing you."

"He's not a bad person." Alex insisted, "I seduced him."

Cameron looked at her with a bit of disbelief. She shook that off as well and continued talking to her, "You're the child, He's the adult. He had the responsibility—"

"I got him drunk. I had to get him drunk. I wanted to have sex with him."

This through the doctor for a loop, she tried her best to conceal her disgust, "You're sexually attracted to your father?"

"No," Alex almost laughed about it, "But by sleeping with him now he lets me do whatever I want. I also slept with my photographer, my financial manager, and my tutor; if I hadn't I'd be getting C's and posing for newspaper ads back in Detroit. Come on, we all do it."

Cameron shook her head, "No, we don't. After your father slept with you, you were traumatized." She tried, but Alex shook her head.

"My dad was last." She gave Cameron a look. Cameron could not believe that she did all of this with a clear mind. Alex continued, "You've never taken a run at your boss, or professor, or somebody else you needed?"

Cameron gave her a sad look, "You're fifteen. You're smart. You don't have—"

"I am not that smart. I am that beautiful." Alex said determinedly. Then the twitching they had tried to deal with came back… Alex now looked scared, not the confident girl she was 10 seconds before, "What's wrong with me."

~0~

House stormed into the conference room…he had his epiphany face on, "Who did her vaginal exam?"

"I did" Cameron supplied.

House gave her a look that had a slight sparkle in his eyes…it was only for her to see—and unfortunately for her, she did—but before Foreman or Chase could even decide they saw something that wasn't the epiphany he had moved on to the matter at hand, "Did she have hair?" He started back out of the conference room and Cameron followed.

"What are you getting at?" She asked.

"Right now I'm getting at whether or not she had hair down there."

Cameron thought about it, "Uh… not much."

House nodded, "She's manipulative, yet completely docile. Everybody tells us that outburst on the catwalk was out of character. She's never had a period." He almost sounded like a voice over for a show on Animal Planet.

"You're thinking this is hormonal?" Cameron asked him.

"I'm thinking she's the ultimate woman." He turned his attention to the nurse who was on the phone, "I…" When she didn't put the phone on hold, he hung up on the person, "I need to schedule an MRI." He told her.

In the MRI Lab, Alex spoke…probably to settle her nerves, "The twitching stopped."

"Because we changed your medicine back to the real stuff. Stop talking." House answered.

"You gave me fake medicine?"

"That's what I said; in the vain hope that you wouldn't feel the need to also say it. Stop talking." He said again.

"Wilson already did an ultrasound, said her ovaries were undersized." Cameron supplied.

"The ultrasound would be the way to go if you were looking for ovarian cancer." House said.

"What are we looking for?" Cameron asked as the machine stopped so they could focus on the image House wanted.

"That." He pointed to the screen.

Cameron leaned forward in complete awe..or was that shock?, "Oh my God."

"Looks like a tumor doesn't it?"

"But those are…"

"Yep."

Allison got home that night. Remy had text her and told her she was at her place and she would be patiently waiting to hear about the supermodel. They had already talked on the phone after that conversation she had with her. When Alex told her she wasn't that smart, but was that beautiful… All Allison felt was sadness for the poor girl…which is why she had called Remy. She wanted to be hugged, but that had to wait… And by the end of the day…that was so not what she was focused on.

She walked into her place..still a little shocked. Remy looked at her from the couch, "Hey Baby…" She took in Allison's look, "You still need that hug?"

Allison turned to her and then kicked off her shoes and went right over to her. She straddled Remy's lap, but didn't let Remy hug her or anything. She pushed Remy against the back of the couch and made sure she stayed there.

"Are you listening? Cause you have to pay attention to what I'm about to tell you…" She said seriously.

"Yeah I'm listening, honey.." Remy gave her a concerned look.

"Our patient. The supermodel…House had been saying 'the ultimate woman?'" Cameron looked at Remy.

"Yes…Did you find out what she had?" Remy asked.

"Testicular cancer…"

Remy nodded thinking that made sense with the facts she had been given—"Wait! Testicular cancer?"

"Mhmm…she's technically a he…" Remy's jaw dropped. "Yeah…I know…Think of how many gay men there are in the world now…" Remy was still a little shocked, but the joke still got her attention. She laughed, which always made her older counterpart laugh. They then took the time to greet each other and kiss each other and hug each other before the went to bed with each other.