for Cameron

House still couldn't believe that he'd agreed to move in with Cameron. It was probably just temporary, but... still. This couldn't possibly be a good idea. But it wasn't as if he had many options.

Apparently Jack had heard through the grapevine about the move, because Cameron informed him that his bed and bag of shit had just magically appeared in her hut that morning. House had to hand it to Jack - that was taking nonconfrontational to a whole new level. But honestly, it was fine with him. He wasn't sure he wanted to talk to Jack yet anyway. Everything was just too... raw.

So House gathered up the rest of his stuff - which mostly meant the clothes on his back and a couple of books - and schlepped it all to Cameron's hut. He'd also managed to score a set of fresh sheets out of the clothes box. Even though he'd had to threaten it a few times.

He stopped at the door of her hut, hesitating.

Then finally he yelled, "HONEY, I'M HOME."