After eating lunch, Cameron made her way across the lobby to Cuddy's office. "Hi Dr. Cuddy," she said when she'd opened the door.

"Cameron," Cuddy said, looking up at her. "What can I help you with?"

"Well I just wanted to apologize for going to England earlier today." Cameron paused, struck by how odd that sentence had sounded. "I heard you weren't happy about that."

"It's okay," Cuddy said understandingly. "Honestly, I would have given you the go-ahead if you had asked. The Minister of Magic was pissed, though."

"Yeah…" Cameron trailed off. She ran her fingers through her hair nervously. "God, I feel terrible."

"Seriously, don't worry about it."

"Not about that…I mean, about Harry having a brain tumor."

"He'll be okay," Cuddy assured her. "He's a strong boy."

"I know he is," Cameron nodded quickly. "But cancer in the brain is a tricky thing. It's what…it's what my husband died of. The cancer metastasized to his brain and—and there was nothing we could do."

Cuddy watched Cameron sympathetically. "We're going to do everything we can to save Harry," she said softly.

"I just wish I hadn't gotten to know him, and his friends," Cameron said, and her eyes began to water. "It makes this all so much harder."

"Look," Cuddy said as Cameron blinked back tears. "It's been a long day, and you're tired. Why don't you go home for a little bit?"

Cameron shook her head vigorously. "I can't just leave him."

"Well, take my coffee, anyway," Cuddy said, thrusting the paper cup at her. Cameron looked hesitant. "Go on, take it. I haven't had a sip of it anyway. They gave me the wrong kind." She smiled encouragingly.

"Alright," Cameron conceded. She took the cup from Cuddy's hands. "Well…I should get back to House's office."

"Okay," Cuddy said. "Drink it, though."

"I will," Cameron promised, taking a sip to emphasize her point. The hot liquid went down her throat and she blinked several times, confused. She eyed the cup in her hands warily.

"How is it?" Cuddy asked tentatively, noting Cameron's confusion with concern.

"It's…" Cameron looked up at Cuddy wistfully. "So hot."

Cuddy raised an eyebrow in bewilderment. "Maybe you should let it cool down a bit."

"Okay," Cameron nodded eagerly. There was an awkward silence.

"Um…maybe you should go to House's office. Remember?"

"Right!" Cameron exclaimed. She hurried towards the door. Cuddy watched her charge towards the elevators, nearly mowing down an alarmed nurse in the process.

"Must be the caffeine," Cuddy muttered to herself.

()()()

Cameron reentered the diagnostics office to find House sitting at his desk, watching T.V. She went into his room and sat down on his chair, humming slightly. House looked up at her in annoyance. "Shush," he scolded. "General Hospital is on."

"Sorry," Cameron said sincerely. Her gaze wandered to the outside, where she watched birds flutter across the sky. Without realizing it, she started humming again.

"Seriously, can you shut up?" House snapped.

The door to his office opened and Foreman and Chase trooped in. "We finished the biopsy," Chase said. "We sent the results to the lab with a top priority notice."

"Good," House said.

"Even if it's benign, the tumor could be causing increased intracranial pressure, which could be responsible for his abdominal pain and vomiting," Foreman said.

"He would have headaches," House reminded him.

"Cameron said he gets migraines anyway," Foreman replied. "He wouldn't know the difference."

"Could it cause hallucinations?" Chase asked.

"Sure. It's a little more uncommon, but sure it could."

"Could it cause one of my employees to not pay attention?" House smacked the desk with his cane.

"Hm?" Cameron looked up at the noise.

"While you were daydreaming, we just diagnosed the patient," House snapped.

"Sorry," Cameron said, shaking her head vigorously. "I'm just really tired." She lifted the coffee cup to her lips and took a long sip. House looked at her in alarm.

"Coffee with lunch?" he asked in a would-be-casual voice. "That's unusual for you."

"I got it from Lisa," Cameron said. She took another long gulp. "The coffee today is better than usual." House looked very pale. Chase and Foreman looked from Cameron to House suspiciously.

"Everyone is on break until the biopsy results come back," House addressed his team. He grabbed his cane and pulled himself out of his chair, limping down the hall as fast as his good leg would carry him. Reaching Wilson's office, he threw open the door with a bang.

"What the hell is going on?" Wilson demanded. The woman he was meeting with looked up in shock.

"Sorry, emergency," House said loudly. "Wilson, get out here now."

"House…" Wilson began warningly. House gave him a threatening look. "Excuse me," Wilson addressed his patient, "I'll be back in a few minutes." He got out of his chair and followed House into the hall. "What's going on?"

"I slipped Cuddy a love potion," House said quietly.

"A what?"

"A love potion—nevermind—the point is, I think Cameron took it."

"Okay, back up," Wilson held up his hands. "What's a love potion?"

"I bought it from those wizard kids!" House said impatiently. "You drink it and then you fall in love with the first person you see. I slipped some in Cuddy's coffee."

"And you think Cameron drank it? Why?"

"Because she had a coffee that she said she got from Cuddy."

"Well, what if Cuddy drank some first?" Wilson reasoned. "Either way, I don't see what the big deal is." House sighed. "Unless…" Wilson continued slowly. "You wanted Cuddy to fall in love with you?"

"Of course I didn't!" House scowled. "Otherwise I would there and not here. I just want to know who Cameron or Cuddy fell in love with. How soon can you get out of this?" He jerked his head back towards Wilson's office.

"Give me five minutes," Wilson said hurrying back into his office.

()()()

"How long do you think it'll take to get the biopsy results back?" Chase asked Foreman. The two men were hanging their lab coats in the diagnostics office.

"Cuddy's pulling some strings," Foreman said. "The Ministry of Magic is breathing down her neck. It won't take long."

Chase sighed. "Damn. I was hoping I would be able to go home."

"Want to come with me? I was thinking about getting drinks at that place down the street," Foreman suggested.

"Good idea," Chase said. "Let me get my coat." He went to the other side of the coat rack to unhook his brown winter coat and noticed a small white box sitting on the floor underneath it. "Foreman," Chase said, bending to pick it up. "Is this yours?"

"Huh?" Foreman asked. He glanced over at the box. "Nope." Chase looked it over curiously. It was tied with green ribbon and there was a note. He flipped it open.

Robert—

I picked these up in England. They made me think of you.

Love Allison

Chase read the note over several times, hardly daring to believe it. A grin crept across his face. "What?" Foreman asked. He moved over to Chase and read the note. "Damn," he laughed, "I thought that was never going to happen. No offense."

"I can't believe it," Chase said excitedly. "I thought she was mad at me!"

"Open it," Foreman commanded. Chase obliged, and the box was opened to reveal several small tarts with a yellow custard filling. "Yum," Foreman said. "Feel like sharing?"

"Sure," Chase said. "Take one. I just wanna find Cameron." Taking the box with him, he headed out the door.

"Just eat one on the way," Foreman coaxed. He pulled Chase to a stop and grabbed two of the custards, thrusting one in Chase's hand. "Come on, they look really good."

"Fine," Chase sighed. He took the custard that Foreman was offering him. They rounded the corner to see the door to Wilson's office open. Wilson came out, followed by a patient. House was lounging against the wall nearby. "Don't let him see," Chase hissed. He and Foreman stuffed the custards into their mouths quickly.

House, who had been watching the entire exchange, said gleefully, "Wilson, look!" He pointed at Chase and Foreman, who abruptly turned into canaries.

"What the…?" Wilson breathed, staring in awe. The patient behind him screamed, and House shoved her back into Wilson's office and closed the door. Just as she finally had the sense to reemerge, Chase and Foreman shed their feathers and resumed their normal appearances. House collapsed onto the floor in a fit of laughter.

"House!" Foreman demanded angrily. "What was that?"

"Canary creams," House gasped, pulling himself up by his cane. Wilson gave an exasperated laugh.

"That was you?" Chase asked. "You sent those?"

House nodded. "You guys made great canaries, I must say. Much better than the nurse I tested that on."

Foreman slowly smiled. "That was pretty good," he agreed.

"No it wasn't," Chase said angrily. "I thought those were from Cameron."

"Told you it would never happen," Foreman pointed out.

"Don't take it personally. Cameron…may have other issues," Wilson reminded them.

"Right," House said. "Let's go."

"Go where?" Chase asked, but House and Wilson were already hurrying away, leaving a disappointed Chase and an amused Foreman standing in a pile of feathers.