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A/N: This was written for the Leverage hiatus fic exchange at Livejournal and based on a prompt involving House and Eliot/Parker.

Prologue

Sophie walked a bit unsteadily into the crosswalk, new heels and a growing migraine pinching into her consciousness. Without warning, she fell, wobbling as she reached out for the nearest person's arm. A sweet-looking blond caught her, startled, but quick on her feet.

"Are you all right?" she asked anxiously, helping Sophie regain her balance.

Sophie nodded, but bit her lip. "Yes, thank you. I think I just… twisted my ankle or something."

The young woman, who appeared much more world-weary upon closer inspection, nodded. "Here, let's get out of the crosswalk and then I can bandage that up for you." At Sophie's inquiring look as she hobbled along, the blond tacked on, "I'm a doctor; I work at Princeton-Plainsboro."

As they emerged onto the sidewalk, Sophie extended her hand. "Angela Bening."

"Allison Cameron," the woman returned, shaking her hand with a pleasant smile. "Why don't you just sit down on that bench? I never go anywhere unprepared," she chuckled, holding up the tote bag slung over her shoulder.

Sophie took a rather uncomfortable seat on the aforementioned bench, gingerly pulling her shoe off. "Lucky I tripped over a doctor."

Cameron laughed, pulling out a small rolled up Ace bandage and dropping to her knees in front of the bench. "I attract it, some sort of cosmic pull," she joked.

Sophie opened her mouth to reply but her phone buzzed in her purse. Unzipping it, she pulled out the cell, answering it without even needing to glance at the number to know who it was. "Hi Nate. Mhmm. No, no… Oh for heavens' sake, you're ridiculous. I'm fine!" Glancing up, she saw him standing on the other side of the street. "Is it really too much to just cross the street instead of watching me from waaay over there?"

Nate shot her a dirty look as he punched the light but darted out into the crosswalk without waiting for it to change. Cameron shook her head. "Boyfriend?"

"Something like that." Sophie rolled her eyes, hanging up the phone as Nate swung around a lamppost. "Thank you so much," she thanked the pretty, young doctor genuinely. "A real Samaritan."

Cameron shrugged. "Nothing, really. Just be sure you get some ice on that ankle as soon as you can."

Sophie started to nod but looked up sharply as Nate crumpled to the brick sidewalk, eyes rolling back in his head. "Nate!" she cried, jumping to her feet even as pain shot up her shin. Cameron rushed to his side, expert eyes quickly taking in the numerous beads of sweat standing out on his forehead and around his collar, despite the chilly February weather, and her fingers on his pulse calculating an elevated rate far beyond a quick jog across the street.

"This man needs a hospital," she declared, whipping out her cell phone to dial an ambulance.