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This story takes place between Chase killing Dibala and Cameron leaving Princeton, but not after/before one episode in particular.

Mad, Robert Chase opened the door, even now he was not working for House anymore, he still had to do the dirty jobs. Even at his day off house still managed to get him sneaking into some abandoned house to look if there was something that could have made the kid sick. The only thing that was different now was that he was wearing a wedding ring. Honestly, he was doubting if Allison even liked being back in the diagnostics. Since he had been honest about Dibala, she was distant to him - she had all the reason to be.

Sighing he stepped up another flight of stairs. His shoulder bag was hitting against this knees and he was happy to reach the upper floor, but putting his other feet on floor he received a text message. He grabbed his phone from his pocket.

Kid fell in the basement. Oopsy Daisy.

Chase sighed, rolled his eyes. House had said him the kids fell in the attic. Annoyed and grumpy he went down the stairs again, looking for the basement.

Opening another door Robert whipped some of the dust falling down on his hair away, coughing because of all the dust and shining his flashlight, happy to find the stairs.

The steps squeaked under his weight and suddenly one the steps gave away, Chase tumbling the last part downstairs, just managing to keep upright and cursing when he saw the large hole in his trouser leg. His long blonde hair was hanging in his face and he swept it backward, looking for the light switch, happy when he found it.

The basement was dirty and smelly and after he found the nail the kid had fallen on with his hand, Chase tried to flee the basement as quick as he could. Running back on the stairs he nearly fell in the gap of the stairs again. just in time, he could jump over it, the stair was shacking unstable as he jumped and for a second he was afraid it was going to collapse. Before something worse could have happen he stepped up some more steps, just be knocked down on the stairs when something hit him on his head.

...

Allison Cameron moved forward and backward through the diagnostics office, looking at the white board with the symptoms of the little boy every now and then. She was so pissed at House for sending Chase out to the abandoned house before she even got here. Foreman looked up from the newspaper; ''It will just be a few more minutes before the test results will be here. Just relax.''

She couldn't relax, Robert was talking through the abandoned house, looking for something that made no sense, since the boy already had a diagnosis. The boy was getting better and she was worried because he was still gone. It had all been easier before they married.

''Kid is getting better.''

Foreman laid the newspaper aside and looked up.

''So, what now?''

House rolled his eyes; ''Do your clinic hours or something else what pleases you, just don't walk in my vision. Now, shoo, I have some dean of medicine to avoid before she sees one of you in the clinic.''

He limped into his office, closing the blinds and a few seconds later they heard the intro of General hospital.

''Guess I should go to the clinic.'' Foreman sighed, finishing his mug of coffee; ''Are you walking with me.''

''No, I already finished my hours this week.'' She lifted her bag up, said Foreman bye and walked out of the office, out of the hospital, to her car.

Hopefully she would finally have an afternoon with Robert today.

Walking into her house, it was a mess. The last few days they had both been home so less that there hadn't been much time for cleaning.

She threw her bag on one of the chairs at the dinner table and laid her keys on the dresser, looking at their wedding pictures. Robert was really handsome in his beachwear with his surfboard next to him on the Hawaiian beach. He had even tried to learn her how to surf on their honeymoon. It had been so great and she even felt so guilty for doubting about their marriage every now and then, especially now Robert was dealing with the guilt over Dibala. ''Rob?''

No answer, somehow she had expected him to be in the house, maybe changing his clothes. She just laid down on the couch, watching TV, jumping when she heard the front door.

She leaned over the back of the couch, smiling at him. ''Rob, you are home.''

He walked to the couch, seemed a little dizzy.

''Are you okay?''

''Yeah, I just have a headache.'' he rubbed over his head, walking to the bedroom.

''Do you need anything?'' He turned around; ''No, Just a little sleep and I will be fine.''

Allison turned to the TV again, he could better be left alone when he was having a migraine attack, which she expected this to be after all the stress.

The movie she was watching bored her and she stood up, silently to the bedroom, going for a run through the neighborhood. Without making any noise she walked out of the room, trying not to wake Robert, who seemed to be asleep.

Her ponytail fell from shoulder to shoulder as she ran, greeting the neighbors and looking around. Right before they married they had moved to here, one of the better neighborhoods of Princeton. She liked it and was happy they hadn't gone to his previous apartment although it was big, it was also in one of the neighborhoods she would never life.

Panting she came back at their building, leaning against the wall of the elevator, looking at her red face in the mirror.

In the apartment she walked to the kitchen, making some soup, also making a small bowl for Robert. Between her fingertips she carried it to be bedroom, careful.

''Babe, I got you some soup.'' No response.

''Rob?''

With her elbow she hit the light switch. Looking at him, the soup bowl dropped out of her hand, making big stains in the carpet.

''Robert?'' In panic Allison started to shake his shoulder. Afraid she looked at the small trail of vomit, coming from his mouth.

''Robert!?'' She screamed, grabbing her phone from her pocket.

...

Running after the EMT's she followed them as far as she could. Bringing him away for scans she could do nothing else than to sit down in a chair, hiding her face in her hands. If she had gone after him, or had checked on him when she went running, she might had noticed that he was not okay and saved more time. When the tears were coming and she just let them go, until the crying was finished which seemed to last hours when she suddenly felt an hand on her shoulder.

''I just heard the Wombat was rushed in.'' House sat down next to her.

''How do you know?''

''Do you think there is something I don't know in this hospital.''

''if you know everything, just tell me how he is!'' Her lip was shaking and her eyes were nearly flooding with tears.

''Let's check - head trauma, headache and now this. Seems like an Epidural hematoma.''

Cameron looked up from her hands, surprised; ''Head trauma?''

''Didn't he tell you?'' House said, for a second it looked like he was surprised, than his poker face returned; ''Obviously he didn't care enough to tell you.''

House stood up, wanted to walk away.

''House, tell me what happened!'' She said, pulling him back by his wrist. The tears were streaming over her cheeks now and she looked desperate.

''He just said that he hit his head and that he had an headache. It happens to the best of us.''

''And you just let him go?!'' Allison jumped up, biting her lip, ready to yell at him, waiting for his answer.

''Allison?'' a nurse entered the hallway, gesturing her to come after her. She turned to House for a split second and looking up at him she still wanted to yell at him, blame for what was happening but instead she followed the nurse, leaving House behind. Afraid she for what she was going to hear she made the steps through the silent hallway. She closed her eyes for a second, only being able to think one thing.

Please, don't let me lose everything again.

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This story is going to be multiple chaptered and I hope you will like it!

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