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Author's note: Thanks everyone for being so patient with me, it's been a crazy few months, no time for writing. The gigantic case of writer's block didn't help either. I know it's short, but the next chapter will (should) be up in a few days. As always reviews are welcomed and sometimes rewarded with free cookies, shipping and handling not included.

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A Merry Little Christmas

"Miss? Miss, are you alright?"

Cameron groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the middle-aged woman shaking her shoulder.

"Oh thank god," the woman said, sitting back, staring up at the ceiling in relief. "Do you need a doctor? There's a convention this week and they're all staying here. I could get one for you."

"I am a doctor," Cameron groaned, sitting up slowly, wrapping the towel that the maid had placed on her around her. She thanked the woman and stood up, slowly walking towards the bed. She calmed the terrified maid down and thanked her again as she left. She quickly shed the towel and got under the covers.

She woke up a few hours later to the shrill ringing out the house phone.

"Hello?"

"Allison, are you alright?"

Cameron winced. "Yes, Dr. Cuddy, I'm well."

"Did something happen? I received a call from the concierge since I listed myself as the person to contact in case of emergency."

"I'm fine now Lisa, thank you for calling," Cameron relaxed and sank back into her pillow. "I was showering and wasn't thinking. I had the hot water on too high and my blood pressure dropped. I passed out in the doorway; a maid found me. I'm resting now, I'll be fine to attend the conference for the rest of the week."

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Friday night, Cameron walked off the plane with a shaky sigh, hoping that he would be on the other end of this trip, waiting for her. She exited the tarmac and looked around at the cheery faces of the people waiting for their loved ones to come home for Christmas. One not-so-cheery face was missing. She felt her hope wither, and steeled herself, resolving not to be disappointed yet. She rushed to the luggage claim, and once she picked out hers, she rushed outside still hoping he might be there waiting for her.

Instead she was greeted by a sheepish looking Wilson, who, with a grin, pulled her into a hug. She smiled, grateful for a friend.

"Wilson, good to see you," she said. Blinking back the tears that threatened to rush down her face, she smiled and put her luggage in the car.

He was silent until they pulled onto the interstate. "House sends his regrets-"

"I'm sure he does," was her dry reply.

"He had a patient emergency. Foreman went out of town for the holiday and Chase went skiing again. No one else could cover it. He really is sorry."

"Of course he is. It's Christmas eve, why wouldn't he be?"

"You know what it's like." Wilson muttered.

She sighed. "You're right, I do. It's not fair of me to be this upset." The rest of the ride was quiet until Cameron thanked him for the ride.

"It's not a problem Cameron, glad I could help out."

She waved away his offer to help with the luggage, and, giving him a hug, sent him on his way. She dragged her luggage behind her up the three flights of stairs, and once in the apartment, completely forgot that she had dropped it in the hallway so she could unlock the door.

Her tree was standing proudly in the corner, a dark, luscious green, the kind obtained only after meticulous care and it was twinkling with white lights that reflected off gold and red glass balls; it needed more decorating, but was a beautiful home for the presents that were tucked under it. More lights were strung up all around her apartment, and in her kitchen, a plain gingerbread house sat on the table. A fire crackled merrily in the fireplace and Christmas music she knew she did not own was coming from her stereo.

She was shocked out of her trance by a knock on the door. Turning around to face her guest, her smiled widened when she saw that not only was it House, but it was House carrying two stockings.

He blushed, smirking as he held them up. "To hang over the fireplace."

"You did all this?" She said, closing the gap between them.

"Who else?"

She sank into the warm embrace. "You," she said with a kiss. "Or decorator elves."

"Damn elves always getting credit for my work."

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the yuletide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

Merry Little Christmas - Coldplay