DISCLAIMER: House is the property of FOX. Cameron's family and friends are of my own creation.
Cameron hummed to herself as she left her apartment, locking the door behind her and headed down to the street. She was so excited for tonight, since Kellie and her three other closest friends had decided they would take her out for a fancy dinner to celebrate her thirtieth birthday, which had been a few days ago.
It had been years since she had done something momentous to celebrate her birthday, she was usually too busy at work or something to do anything. At most she had been dragged out for a few drinks, but this year Kellie had put her foot down, and insisted they do something fun. Cameron had protested weakly in the beginning, but then relented. That had been two weeks ago, and as the plans grew more cemented and it grew closer, she got more and more excited.
Hers and Kellie's closest friend from high school, Charlotte or Lottie as she was called, was flying in from Kentucky, where she was living now; and a nurse that Cameron had become good friends with from the paediatric ward, Jemma was also joining her and Kellie for a night of dinner, drinking and maybe dancing... depending on how much Cameron drank at dinner. And the best thing was, she didn't have to work the next day and she wasn't on call, so she had all the following day to recuperate.
When she started the ignition, Taylor Swift's 'Our Song' was playing on the radio, and Cameron began singing along as she eased out into the traffic. She'd only gone about a block from her building when her cell phone began to buzz from within her bag, and Cameron moaned slightly as she pulled over to dig it out and answer it, especially when she saw the caller id reading "House."
"Hello?" she answered, trying not to sound as though she wished it was anyone other than her boss.
"Got a case. Need you to come in," House said bluntly, not bothering with a hello.
Cameron hesitated. "Really? Right now?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," House apologised. "Do you have something more important than a eighteen year old female hallucinating she's waltzing with Edward Cullen?"
Cameron sighed. "House, half the eighteen year old girls on the planet would like to be waltzing with Edward Cullen. Do even know who that is?"
"No. But do all these girls also have some warped form of stigmata; internal bleeding from nowhere and zero clotting factors?"
In a moment, Cameron saw all her excitement and plans for the night vanish.
"I'm on my way," she said glumly.
"Great. Bring coffee when you come, will ya? It's going to be a late one," House said cheerfully and promptly hung up.
"Dammit," Cameron moaned, dialling Kellie's number.
"Hey, Lissy! How far away are you?" Kellie greeted her and Cameron winced.
"I'm sorry, Kel. I just got a phone call from House- we've got a major case... I have to go into work," she said apprehensively, knowing her best friend would be disappointed.
There was a moment of silence. "Are you kidding me?" Kellie demanded finally. "We've been planning this for weeks! Lottie flew in from Kentucky!"
"I know, I know!" Cameron said sadly. "I'm so sorry. But I can't not go into work! We've got an eighteen year old girl with internal bleeding and hallucinations."
"Ouch," Kellie replied, sounding horrified and Cameron smiled slightly.
"I know. I'm so sorry, Kel. Tell Lottie and Jemma I'm sorry too. But you guys should go without me... have a birthday drink on me," she laughed.
Kellie didn't need that much convincing. "Fine. But I really hate your job Allison Cameron."
Cameron smiled sadly. "I know. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Ok," Kellie agreed and they hung up.
Cameron obediently stopped by Starbucks on her way to the hospital and picked up coffee, before driving to the hospital and heading up to the Diagnostics' department. Foreman was already there waiting.
Cameron sighed as she glanced down at the emerald green cocktail dress she was wearing, and slightly regretted her choice to wear four inch heels and curl her hair; thinking that just her luck, she'd end up with it covered in blood.
"It doesn't matter," she replied to Foreman with a small shrug. "Where's Chase and House?"
Chase let out a low whistle as he entered the office a moment later, as he took in Cameron's appearance.
"Wow, Cameron! Look at you!"
"You sound surprised," Cameron replied smiling. "I think I'm faintly insulted."
Foreman shook his head at Chase as he took his usual seat. "Ignore him. But you do look great. House drag you away from big plans?"
She shrugged. "Girls Night out. You?" she returned the question, noting both Chase and Foreman were wearing suits.
"Date," Foreman answered, sounding regrettable.
"I was here," Chase said. "Thought I'd knock my clinic hours out this weekend, and then they brought the girl in to the ER; and I thought House would be interested."
"So it's your fault?" Cameron teased him lightly. "Where is House?"
"Copying the file," Foreman informed her.
House had gone to a lot of effort to 'create' a patient, complete with file and patient history and everything. If he was going to act as a decoy in what was essentially a big prank, he was going to do it right.
"Ok, let's get this show on the road!" House announced, striding into the office, tossing the ducklings the patient's file, and picking up the coffee Cameron had brought for him.
"Eighteen year old female, began hallucinating that she was waltzing with... Edward Cullen. Waltzed right through a glass door, but is suffering from internal bleeding that we can't find and can't stop. Go."
Foreman frowned at the file before him. Although he knew the patient was fake, he struggle to keep a note of disbelief out of his voice as something jumped out of him.
"She has bite marks on her neck?" he demanded and behind Cameron's back, House shrugged innocently.
"Wow, this Twilight thing has gotten way out of control!" Chase shook his head, and Cameron murmured in agreement.
House frowned. "Twilight was an hour ago, you moron. It's not that dramatic. Sun rise, sun set... circle of life, blah, blah, blah. I'm not hearing anything helpful here, people!"
Cameron rolled her eyes. "House, have you not heard of Twilight? The book?"
"What can I say? It's on my list to read right after the last Harry Potter," House shrugged and Cameron gaped at him momentarily in horror.
"Ok, I'm going to pretend you didn't just say you haven't read the final Harry Potter, and suggest auto-immune," she said.
House rolled his eyes. "Of course you were. I can tell you right now, it's not lupus."
All three ducklings rolled their eyes at that.
"It could be environmental," Chase suggested, meeting House's gaze pointedly.
That morning, when House, Chase and Foreman had gathered to consult about how exactly the fake differential would go, Foreman had assigned Chase to hint about environmental factors. House had disagreed, saying he wasn't sure Chase could pull it off.
House resisted the urge to smirk. "Could be," he agreed, subtly glancing at his watch and noting Cameron had to be at the Nassau Inn in fifteen minutes.
"What does she do?" he asked Cameron, who flicked through the file to check.
"She's a waitress at the Nassau Inn," she replied and House nodded.
"Ok. Chase and Foreman, you guys do an MRI and a CT. Re-do the clotting test... and then do it again, just for the hell of it. Cameron... we'll go check the home and work place."
Cameron raised an eyebrow. "Now? It's seven o'clock at night."
"Oh you're right, I'll go tell her to stop bleeding for a few hours until it's a more convenient calling time, shall I?" House replied and Cameron wordlessly stood up and grabbed her bag.
They took Cameron's car, but House insisted upon driving. Much to Cameron's irritation, who wasn't happy about missing out on a night out with her friends, or being not allowed to drive her own car; House took the longest possible route to the Nassau Inn, to the point Cameron doubted if House knew where he was going, and spent the whole long drive complaining about her taste in music.
"The Wicked soundtrack? Really, Cameron?" he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yes really. It's awesome, so shut up."
"Oh, great comeback. Sharp tongue you've got," House muttered in response, finally turning into the Inn's drive almost twenty minutes after they'd left the hospital.
"Let's get this over with," Cameron sighed, opening her door.
"That's the spirit! I'll go find someone to talk to," House said, heading for the reception desk, as Cameron stood there awkwardly and admired the beautiful room.
Lost in her observations, it took a sharp whistle from House to regain her attention. "We're going this way!" House pointed with his cane towards one of the function rooms off the lobby.
"What are we doing?" Cameron asked him, startled as she hurried to catch up with him.
"Going to talk to our patient's boss. He's catering a function in the room down here."
Cameron was horrified. "House! We can't crash a function!"
He rolled his eyes. "Why not? You look the part, and I really want to see if they have pigs in a blanket."
With that, he walked straight into the function room, and Cameron hastened after him.
Cameron almost had a heart attack at the yells that greeted her and she actually jumped back with shock. In her tall heels, she almost fell over, but House steadied her instinctively. Completely overwhelmed, it was a moment before Cameron recognised Kellie's smiling face coming towards her, closely followed by Lottie and Jemma.
"Happy birthday!" Kellie laughed, hugging her tightly.
Over her friend's shoulder, Cameron could see her parents, and brother; Chase and Foreman; Wilson and Cuddy; and many of her friends from high school, college and med school.
"Oh. My. God. I am going. To kill you!" Cameron gaped, but that only made Kellie laugh harder.
"Oh, your face was priceless! Oh, I hope someone got a picture of it!"
Cameron was drawn into the crowd as she greeted her family and friends, some of whom she hadn't spoken to other than via Facebook in forever. She was still completely blown away not only that Kellie had gone to the trouble of organising this, but that she had gotten House of all people to help... and that he hadn't given it away.
Finally, a few hours later when everyone had begun to eat, drink, dance and mingle; Cameron made her way through the crowd, searching for House. She found him, unsurprisingly at the bar, but it did surprise her who he was talking to.
Her late husband's best friend grinned at her surprise and delight as he stood up to greet her.
"Hey, Al. How are you? Happy birthday!"
"Thanks," she smiled. "I'm ok. How are you? I can't believe you're here!"
Joe grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, it's been a long time, huh? But I'm friends with Kellie on Facebook, so she invited me."
Cameron smiled sadly as she recalled the last time she'd seen Joe, just after Drew's funeral.
"I'm really glad you came," she said sincerely. "How long are you here for?"
"I leave tomorrow night," he replied. "Maybe we can catch up tomorrow?"
She beamed. "I'd really like that."
"Oh my god, kill me now!" House interrupted with a dramatic moan, and Cameron glared at him in the middle of digging out her cell phone to get Joe's number.
"I see you had the pleasure of meeting my boss," she said to Joe who laughed.
"Yeah... yeah, let's call it that. I'll call you tomorrow, Ok? I'm going to go find your brother."
"I saw him at the food a minute ago," she informed him, before taking his empty seat beside House at the bar and ordering a drink.
"Waltzing with Edward Cullen?" she said finally, and House grinned at her.
"It was good, huh?"
She rolled her eyes. "You do actually know what Twilight is, don't you?"
"Of course. I'm not an idiot," House retorted.
"Have you read the last Harry Potter?"
"Well, that solves the problem of what to get you for your birthday," she said casually.
"I won't read it."
"I'll get you the audio book."
"Fine. But I want the British version. I like Stephen Fry."
She laughed slightly, and then took a sip of her wine. "So, how did Kel convince you to go along with this?"
"There was deceit, trickery and an open bar. What's not to love?"
"Of course. I'm surprised you kept it quiet," she admitted. "Kellie said she's been planning this for a month."
House merely took a sip of his beer, but Cameron understood. "Right. What did Cuddy threaten you with?"
"Surprisingly nothing. I get six weeks off clinic duty for this," he replied smirking.
"Great. Less work for me then," she grinned at him and House nodded admittedly.
The two were quiet for a few moments, watching the party, before Cameron decided she should go socialise some more, with people she didn't see every day.
She turned back to House as she slid off the stool and straightened her dress. "Yeah?"
House surprised her by leaning forward and kissing her cheek softly. "Happy Birthday."
She smiled, and clinked her glass against his. "Thanks. I'll send the pigs in a blanket around."
House grinned, relieved and surprised she wasn't going to make a big deal about what he'd just done.
"If you're lucky, I might even give you a dance later."
Cameron laughed lightly. "Sorry, House. Unless you're Edward Cullen, I don't like your chances," she grinned and skipped off before he could retort, leaving House speechless behind her.