"You do want to get married, right?" Ruth's facial expression changed dramatically, as if not aware that her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend had different outlooks than her own.

Cameron exchanged a perplexed glance with House, who seemed to be seizing up.

"Mom, that's really none of your business."

Ruth disapproved. "I thought it kind of is, since I'm getting up in age and would like to see some grandchildren before I'm dead."

The younger Cameron dropped her fork on her napkin. "Jesus, mom. You really know how to ruin an evening." She stood up, patted her shirt down, and excused herself to the kitchen.

House couldn't move.

"Aren't you going to say something, Greg? Or just sit there and take that from your girlfriend?"

"Take what? That she has a mind of her own? Please tell me that you are not serious."

Ruth laughed. "I always knew Allison would never settle down. It's a shame, my only daughter. It's even worse that her boyfriend isn't pushing for it. You're what, Greg? 50? You don't have that much time left, either. My Allison needs someone that matches her level, and I'm beginning to wonder if you can provide her with what she needs."

House felt the anger rising and knew his ears were bright red. "I'm 45, thank you. You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't I?"

"Stop it. Stop responding with empty questions. Allison and I are planning to be together for a while, I'll have you know. It is none of your business and I am not saying this to please you but I got her a ring last week. I am going to propose." House didn't know why he was telling Ruth any of this. Why tell this woman a lie? House hated himself for being so intimidated by this woman.

"You are?!" Mrs. Cameron stood up. "This is great news!"

"Shut up." He couldn't let Allison's mom get any louder. "I'm doing it on my time. Do not say a single word to her."

"I won't, I won't!" Ruth was giddy with the excitement of a schoolgirl.

"Patient is a 54-year-old woman with eye pain, chest pain, labored breathing, and eyelid swelling," Foreman was chasing House down the corridor of the hospital. "Give her some Naproxen and she'll be fine."

House ignored the neurologist's suggestion.

They were nearly racing down the hall.

"House!"

He failed to look back, his destination the only thing on his mind.

"House, will you slow down? Why did you give us this case? There's hundreds of other patients that could use our help. This is a waste of time and resources. I get that you're distracted with Cameron and-"

"Do you ever stop yapping?" House put his weight on his cane, sighing once before pulling out a bottle of Vicodin. He rubbed his fingers along the cap, not opening the white lid.

"Hey, didn't you stop using that because of Cam-"

House clenched his hand around the bottle. "You have a lot of questions."

Foreman stared.

"Go do your job and stop worrying about my personal life. I'm your boss, I chose the patient for a reason, you should be smart enough to figure it out. If I see you again and you don't have a biopsy sample, pulmonary function test results, and a fucking x-ray, you're fired." House held out the patient's paperwork.

Foreman rolled his eyes and grabbed the chart from his outstretched hands. "I hate working for you."

"It's a waste of time," Foreman thumbed through the files. "He's got to be testing us."

"House knows what he's talking about." Cuddy examined the results of the x-ray House forced Foreman to do.

"Of course you'd stick up for him. Sometimes I wonder if it's really you who's fucking him every night and not Cameron."

"Fuck off, Foreman." Cameron spoke up. "House wouldn't do something to mess with us, not with a patient's life on the line."

Cuddy agreed, "She's right. He's an ass but would never hurt a patient, unnecessarily."

The neurologist guffawed. "You people are blind."

"She probably has Tuberculosis. No way that's causing her eye swelling, though. Foreman, what did the biopsy show?"

"I didn't do the biopsy."

Cameron and Cuddy gasped at the same time. "Why not?"

"I'm showing House that I can follow my own rules. He doesn't think I can do it, but I can."

"You're acting like a child," Cuddy crossed her arms.

"Just because I don't do everything he says? That's right, I forgot he already has two mommies to do that for him."

The immunologist stood up and walked out of the room. She was tired of the jealousy. It was infantile; an admission of defeat, but she needed out of there.

Foreman laughed, "This team has plummeted downward since the men left."

"Seriously, Foreman. Fuck off." Cuddy stuck up for her female colleague. They'd had a terrible rocky past but Cuddy would stand behind Cameron before letting Foreman speak ill of her. "She's upset because you don't take her seriously and never have. There is only so much a person can take."

"Foreman didn't do the biopsy," Cameron found House in Wilson's empty office.

House removed his legs from the table he had previously been lounging on. "Are you tattling on him?"

She felt small as she stood next to her boss, telling on another doctor. She remembered a time in high school where she thought she was doing her best and told on Joshua Fisher who cheated on the physics exam. Allison went in confidently, hoping Joshua would learn his lesson. All the teacher did was yell at her. Not Joshua. And she had not felt that embarrassed for a while. And now, she was feeling a similar feeling.

"I guess I am," Cameron stared at her shoes. "You told him to do something and he didn't and a patient's life could be in danger."

"You can get away with it."

"With what?"

He slid past Cameron towards the door. "Tattling. I'll admit, it was annoying before we were having sex. But it's kinda sexy now. I'll go yell at Foreman. Go do the biopsy yourself."

Cameron sighed. She wanted to be taken seriously by everyone. No doubt Foreman would know who told on him. And he'd be pissed. All House thought about was sex. He showed no interest in marriage when her mom mentioned it. That hurt her. Allison was not ready, either, but House was almost offended.

The young doctor turned away from the room, distracted with thoughts of her and House's relationship. She was taken off guard when a taller, slim, brunette bumped into her.

"Oh, sorry!" The brunette apologized and picked up a stray paper that had fallen in the process.

"No worries," Cameron insured, eyeing the nameplate on her white coat. "Dr. Remy Hadley?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. You read my badge. Yeah, I'm new here. And you are..." Dr. Remy Hadley scanned to find Cameron's nameplate.

"Dr. Cameron," she finished and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you."

The taller doctor smiled and nodded, then her mouth down turned in a preparation to ask a question. "Hey, wait. I'm actually looking for someone. Do you know where I could find a Dr. Gregory House?"