Allison Cameron finally figured it out for good this time. Dr. Greg House was a first class bastard. Firing Chase because he'd told him the truth? What had she ever seen in the man?

She pushed opened the door to the bar and looked for the blond doctor. She was really worried for him; she knew how much stock he put in House's opinion of him. This had to hurt.

But she had to admit—watching him speak so forcefully to the older doctor had been kind of..sexy. He wasn't normally that confident when he spoke—what had changed?

She touched his back hesitantly, smiled into his eyes. Listened to him talk about how the whole Tuesday thing was silly.

He'd changed his mind?

She'd really meant it last week when she said she'd seen him next Tuesday. And now she wouldn't; she'd go to work tomorrow and he'd not be there.

House would.

House with his ability to twist her insides until she had an ulcer. House with his rude comments guaranteed to raise her blood pressure.

House with his inability to show any human decency to those he worked with. Those who were stuck with him for long hours of the day.

"Whatever comes out of this being fired…it will be good too." Chase finished, a strange mixing of hesitancy and confidence in his accented voice.

Could he really be that positive about things all the time?

Strange attitude for a doctor to have. Especially one working under House.

Hadn't she been that way at one time…before House had molded her into who she was now?

Cameron had figured it out. House really didn't care if he hurt people. He knew his own worth. AND he got his rocks off causing strife.

And a doctor's life was stressful enough.

She needed someone who saw a different side of the world. Who liked people, who had dreams. Someone who didn't just pass each day with no appreciation for what it had to offer.

She needed someone who could be fired and still manage to eat his favorite sandwich with a smile.

She needed someone who could hold a dead baby and cry. He could, she'd seen him do it.

She needed someone who could pray with a scared nun even though he hated nuns—just because the nun was afraid.

She needed someone who wasn't afraid to say the truth when he saw it and knew it was important—not someone who got his rocks off making inappropriate comments.

She needed someone who made her laugh, someone who held her when she cried. She needed someone to 'protect' her from horny sixteen year old jerks just so she wouldn't be embarrassed—all the while being called 'Skippy' by that jerk.

How could she have been so stupid for so long?

With House—she'd become a worse person.

With Chase—she'd become a whole person.

Her choice.

Normal relationship or constant heartache?

She declined when he asked her if she had time for a drink, momentarily ignoring the hurt in his eyes.

She had something else to do first, was ethically bound to be with the patient. Especially with Foreman leaving.

And she needed time to think, time to plan.

But then she'd have time to get that drink with him—and hopefully so much more.

And she had a letter to write.

To House. To Cuddy.

For herself.

Allison Cameron had figured it out. It was time she grew up.