Disclaimer: I don not own House or any of the characters. TEAR I so wish I did.

House limped slowly to his office, only stopping to pick up the chart he was working on at the moment. Cameron was out of town at a conference and was due back at any moment so he wanted to be sitting down when she arrived back at the hospital. He closed the blinds and sat down in his chair, pulling out his ipod as he situated himself. Four long nights without her. He was so irritated that had only been able to talk to her that even Wilson had pointed out that he was more attached to her than he thought. This statement had cause a giant bruise on Wilson's head from House's tennis ball and only furthered House's frustrations.

Bohemian Rhapsody filled his ears as he leaned back in his chair and stretched out. He barely acknowledged Cameron as she sat herself in his lap. He hadn't heard her come in but wasn't surprised. She always managed to surprise him when he least expected it. She pulled one of the ear pieces out of his ear and put it in her own as he wrapped one arm around her legs so she didn't fall off and one around her waist to hold her tight against him. His bad thigh was jarred but the relaxation he felt more than made up for it. The back of the chair was turned so no one could see that they were hardly acting professional as they listened to what was informally labeled as 'their song'.

They were both so into the song and so relaxed that they didn't even notice the office door being opened.

"Don't get up on account of me."

House frowned as Cameron got off of his lap and went around the desk to sit in one of the office chairs. He glared up at Wilson.

"Don't give me that look, House. I know better than to interrupt you two unless it's an emergency.

House still glared up at him. "What's the matter? You find a fourth wife?"

"Stacy's back."

Cameron watched as House's face flew through a dozen emotions at those two words. He settled on his doctor face; which was cold and uncaring. She looked up at Wilson grimly.

"I take it that this is the ex?"

Wilson nodded and the three of them turned towards the door when another person entered. She had dark eyed, dark hair, and an attitude that screamed 'you can't have me'.

"Stacy," House greeted coldly.

"Greg," she acknowledged back. Her eyed flickered to Wilson and then to Cameron. Wilson noticed the glare that Cameron sent up to the older woman and decided to retreat before internal organs started to fly.

"Well, I'll see you later."

He practically ran out of the room and Stacy turned back to House.

"I need you to treat my husband."

House flinched and brought back out his gameboy.


Stacy looked over at Cameron.

"Could you give us a minute?"

House paused his game and shook his head. "She can hear our arguments. Besides, I'll just tell her later."

Stacy raised an eyebrow.

"Later? As in at home? Your home?"

He frowned up at her.

"Our home and that's none of your business. I'm not treating your husband. Don't want you to be able to place any blame on me if he accidentally dies or something."

Stacy put a folder on top of his desk and crosses her arms. "Four different doctors and they all said kidney stones."

He groans in frustration and pops a Vicodin.

"Maybe it's kidney stones."

"It's not kidney stones."

He grabbed his gameboy and started playing Donkey Kong again. The front didn't work. Both women knew him well enough to know that when he was really thinking about something, he needed to do something with his hands to distract himself. Stacy sighs and looks at House angrily.

"I'll be back the same time tomorrow. Tell me then."

She stalks out of the room and House glances up at Cameron.

"Chinese? I could rally go for lo mein."

Smiling, Cameron picks up the phone and arranges for it to meet them at home.


Later that night, they were just finishing the Chinese when the doorbell rang. House looked up from the piano and Cameron held out a hand.

"I'll get it."

She went to the door and opened it. It was Stacy and a dark haired mad standing next to her, looking pissed.


Stacy looked livid at not being able to come in right away. She had lived there a long while ago.

Insulted, she looked down at Cameron. "I need to see House."

Not at all a pushover, Cameron straightened up and looked her in the eyes.

"Greg's busy at the moment."

Stacy looked past her and saw House at the piano eating out of one of the Chinese boxes. He never could use a plate. He waved at her and smirked.

"It's okay, Ally, let them in. Don't want the fire from her eyed to start the 'Welcome' mat on fire. Might make the neighbors suspicious."

Slowly and with a very stern look, Allison stepped back and allowed them to come into the living room. She sat back down on the couch and curled her legs up underneath her butt. She was dressed in one of House's faded rolling stones t-shirts and a pair of jogging shorts. She shivered and pulled one of the thin blankets around her. Answering the door had let in a draft and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

"This is Mark, my husband."

Mark rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"I told you, I don't need another consult."

House shoved more food into his mouth and observed the two lovebird's bickering. He raised an eyebrow at Cameron, who hid a smile under her hand.

"And I told you that one more won't hurt."

"One more was three doctors ago."

"One more and I'll give it a rest.'

"Why does the last one have to be your ex?"

"Because he's damn good at what he does and won't let his personal feelings get in the way."

House stood at this.

"She's right at the good doctor art but wrong on the personal feelings part. They're just pesky little things that I like to try and avoid all together. Besides, we-" he motioned to Cameron and himself, "- have already decided to take your case."

Mark looked at Cameron.

"And you are?"

"Dr. Allison Cameron. I'm an immunologist in Dr. House's diagnostic department."

Stacy gave her a pointed look. "And his girlfriend so you hardly have to worry about the him being my ex part."

"Girlfriend?" Mark asked Stacy. "What happened to the sarcastic bastard who always had a cane up his-"

"HEY!" House objected. "None of that or I'll pull out my spare cane and beat you over the head with it."

"The point is," Cameron interrupted, "We looked at your x-rays from before all of your kidney stones were removed and realized that they were moving. Moving kidney stones indicate a big problem but we just don't know what yet."

Stacy looked over at House and noticed him watching Cameron with a light smile on his face. He suddenly moved over to Mark and stared at him.

"This means a lot of tests tomorrow."

Stacy nods and grabs Mark's hand.

"We'll see you tomorrow."

"Don't I get a say in this?" Mark grumbled.

"NO!" answered all three of them.

They left with Mark in tow, grumbling more as they headed towards their car. As House shut the door, Cameron came up behind him and slipped her hand into his.

"You done eating?"

He gazed down at her, watching her clear her face of all emotion.

"Yes. I'm finished."

In more ways than one. He leaned on his cane with one hand and pulled her into his arms with the other. He hated showing weakness but she needed reassurance that he was over Stacy. He leaned down and kissed her, letting her be the first to pull away when she need air. She looked up at him coyly.

"I'm very tired. We should go to bed."

Holding back a smile, he nodded and let her pull him towards the bedroom. God help him, he wasn't going to sleep tonight.