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☤ sixty-one

I should have guessed we were just about due for this... visitation? It doesn't seem fair to call it an invasion, since many of you are as unwilling to be here as we are.

It never lasts long, at least.

[ooc; please no duplicates of existing House cast without the concerned players' consent. ♥ Cameron is forever season 3, she can forget things if she needs to but in general, please just be gentle with spoilers. BACKDATING FRIENDLY because life > me~]

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[Don't mind one super-confused blonde in a labcoat waltzing through the office door, glancing around in bewilderment, and then looking utterly lost.]

Wow. I definitely made a wrong turn somewhere.

[Oh, hi person she's just taken notice of!]

Oh! Hey! I'm sorry - kinda new still.

[And with a laugh, she turns on her heel to face... not the hallway she came from. And turns partially back]

Was that hallway always like that?

[Note to self, this would be a good day to lock the doors. Cameron manages a sympathetic smile, though, because she can relate to this situation.]

As far as I know, yes. It might not be the hallway you came in from, though.

[Possibly not the most helpful thing but well it's hard to explain.]

[She shouldn't be here. It's too much of a risk, but Angela's been cutting it close all weekend. Speaking to Cinna, telling Finnick about her new life.... all of it is a bad idea, but these are people Angela's grown to love. She can't come without speaking to them and expect to be okay with it.

Besides, if push comes to shove today, she prefers that Cameron do her the favor she's come to ask about. So that's why Angela finds herself sneaking through the hospital hallways, as much as a thirty-eight and a half weeks pregnant woman can sneak without being noticed, which really isn't much. But she tries anyway and makes it to Cameron's office, where she knocks lightly on the door, hoping the doctor is alone.]

[There's the subtle click of a lock before Cameron pulls the door open; she's been walked in on once already, after all.]

Angela, how--

[And then she glances down as she pulls the door further open and steps back to let the other woman in... and stops in mid-step, eyes wide. Well that's sudden. Wrong person, maybe? She looks back up.]

Oh...

[Nope, right person, just a different version. Excuse Angela as she waddles her way into the office, closing the door behind her.]

Yes, I know. Big, huge, looks like a school bus on legs. Remind me never to wear yellow if I do this again.

[She laughs in spite of her shock. Actually, after a moment's thought she's not so lost at all, though it's still strange. Visits from the future are hardly new.]

I should start by saying congratulations, I think.

That I'll take.

[Crossing the room, she takes one of the chairs in front of Cameron's desk and sits it in, while the other one is used to prop up her feet.]

I guess before I ask for my favor, I should tell you not to bring this up outside of here.

Don't tell you that you were here? I can manage that.

[She trails after and leans on the side of the desk, smiling faintly.]

What can I do for you?

[With that little detail sealed away, Angela gets to the point of her visit.]

I'm pretty close to my due date, so the baby can come at anytime, including today. If I go into labor, will you deliver for me?

[Angela could have asked any of the other doctors in the hospital, House included, but she needs somebody she feels comfortable with and trusts. Funny how it ended up being Cameron, but with the details Angela hasn't dropped yet, she needs somebody with compassion.]

Of course.

[She manages to keep a creeping note of worry out of her voice; what would it mean if Angela's baby were to be born in the wrong world?]

I'd be honored.

[That is one of Angela's worries--mainly that Hodgins would never forgive her if she returned with their child in her arms and no recollection of having given birth at all--but with it being one of the lesser important ones, the main one is the baby's health.]

Also, I should warn you that if it does happen to you, there might be some complications with the baby.

Complications?

[Her fingers tighten at the full skirt of her dress, pulling it into a small ball of fabric in the palm of her hand.]

I'm a carrier for Leber congenital amaurosis. So's Hodgins. The baby has a twenty-five percent chance of being born blind, but that's more of a percentage than I'd like to begin with.

[Her brow furrows slightly at that, and she worries her lip lightly, but nods.]

We'll take care of you, if it happens while you're here.

[She desperately wants to say it will be all right, but by now she's learning her lesson on that count.]

It's not me I'm worried about. It's the baby.

[That much is obvious. However, what does she expect Cameron to do? There isn't a hardcoded curse for this and blindness is blindness. There are so many people who are blind that live long and fulfilling lives. Angela knows this, but still, can anyone blame her if she wants her child to be free of that genetic disposition? It may not be all right, but if there's a chance than a medical professional from another world might be able to do something just in case, Angela's willing to play that hand.]

It's a lot to dump on you, I know, but... [I'm desperate. In case her edge-of-sobbing expression doesn't show.]

I meant both of you.

[A little weakly, she smiles, and reaches for Angela's hand.]

[She lets Cameron take her hand and gives the doctor a return weak smile. Oh, to hell with this. Angela needs a hug. Excuse her as she leans forward and wraps her arms around Cameron's shoulders.]

[Standoffish as Cameron can be at times, comforting patients really is her strong point. And she does care for Angela, so she returns the embrace, careful not to bump her belly too much.]

[The baby wants to make this a group hug and defiantly kicks Angela right under her ribs, making her give off a soft grunt as she pulls back.]

Okay, apparently this kid hates hugs or needs food. Probably both. Lunch?

[Laughingly.]

Sure, as long as you're not too worried about bumping into yourself. I could bring something back?

Just so you know, if you ever dye your hair blonde, don't ever bother with a guy named Ted Mosby.

I did that for Halloween, and I don't know anyone named Ted.

Oh, well. No. Not yet you wouldn't. Er, or, well, maybe ever. But if one ever comes to visit.

Also, on that same note, be wary of anyone that calls themselves 'The Captain'. Especially if you don't like boats. He really likes boats.

I'm sorry, I'm really lost.

Yeah. I think that I am too. [Pause.] So, how's your day going?

I've had worse, honestly.

Oh, well, that's good, I guess? Kind of not so encouraging, but that's understandable.

If you're looking for encouragement, the City's probably not the right place.

You might be shocked. I know the right places to look. Plus, sometimes I get encouragement from getting some of them annoyed.

Is that really an accomplishment you should take pride in?

Are you kidding? Have you met some of the people here? It's absolutely a source of pride.

I guess I don't share your sensibilities.

Nah, I doubt you would. You're professional. I don't have to be, and I know how to pick out the ones that can stand to be bothered a little.

An invasion? Who dares pose a threat to this place?

The Deities themselves pose the greatest threat, I'd say.

I only meant the influx of temporary Citizens. As far as the City goes, that's a harmless curse.

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I love the Scrubs cast invading the House cast. So very very much.

they are basically the same show in my heart

Scrubs is actually more accurate, though, amazingly enough. Fun fact!

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