A/N: Yes this is a Hameron and yes I wrote it (With much help from co-author PYEWACKET75) it's improbable, a bit AU and very much a Hameron (Like I said). We've been trading it back and fourth, each writing something, and this is the first chapter we came up with. I feel like I am straying from my roots. However, I got this idea in my head and couldn't play it out as a Huddy for whatever reason. It will remain a Hameron all the way through, PYEWACKET75 will not let me stray! LoL! This contains elements of abuse (Sexual/emotional) and is rated M for later chapters and a REASON! Anyway enjoy and reviews are very much appreciated!

It started so slowly, Cameron didn't even realize it was happening. Chase and her had been together for three months, and their little announcement of this had happened that night, at the Christmas party. Chase had been a bit jealous and over demanding of her in the relationship, but she never caught on to the real damage he was doing to her.

After dinner, Cameron strayed away from Chase to check out the myriad of desserts that had been set out on a back table. She picked up a cookie and looked around suspiciously, well it was suspicious to House the way she glanced around. He had been watching her ever since he had been told that she was now in a relationship with Chase. Something about it didn't sit right with him and he didn't yet know why.

Once Cameron decided that Chase wasn't watching her she chowed down on the cookie like it was going to be taken away from her. House was having a conversation with Cuddy at this point, but she was a little drunk and droning on about something that he didn't care about. He was able to watch Cameron over her left shoulder.

She picked up another cookie and ate it quickly. Chase had told her that she was watching her weight and had been very stern on that remark. Why she even cared to listen to him escaped her, but he wasn't around and she could just jog it off in the morning. He would never have to know she had cheated. Besides, the cookies were just so good and it had been a very long time since she had been able to eat anything sweet.

House excused himself from the conversation with Cuddy and she rolled her eyes and wandered over to Wilson who wasn't doing much of anything. He made his way over to Cameron and stopped by the table where she was stuffing her face with cookies. "And I thought vodka was your kryptonite." House said with a smirk.

"Hi House." She said with a mouthful of food, which she swallowed quickly.

"They aren't going anywhere you know." He said. That's when Chase seemed to notice where Cameron was and sidled up to her, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"Allison, how many cookies have you eaten?" He asked in a good natured joking tone, but it seemed like Cameron didn't take it that way. In fact she suddenly looked like a doe caught in the headlights of a semi. She turned to look at him with a smile on her face.

"Only three." She said in a cheery voice with undertones of shakiness. House gave Chase a look as if to ask him why the hell he cared how many cookies had been eaten.

"She's trying to watch her weight." Chase said, "She wanted me to keep an eye on her tonight is all." His explanation was smooth, a little too smooth and House really didn't like his tone.

"She's a stick, look at her." House said, grabbing Cameron's wrist gently. With that simple touch, Chase glared at House so powerfully that House actually let go, "Don't have an aneurysm."

"Lets get you home." Chase said, taking Cameron's arm none to gently and pulling her away. She smiled at House slightly before turning to go with him. House didn't know what it was, but he did know that something was wrong.

A month passed, things seemed to be going awry. Cameron was losing weight, much more than House thought she should. Every day he asked her to lunch, his treat, and every day she turned him down and opted to eat with Chase instead. Chase started to come in hungover almost every day and was becoming a slacker and even more of a smart ass to House. He was mouthing off all of the time and House was ready to punch him in that smug little pretty boy face of his. That day Chase had shown up late as usual and after their session in the conference room, House started to dole out orders.

"Foreman and Cameron, go run the scans, Chase I want you to-"

"I'll go with Cameron." Chase said and it wasn't even an offer it was a demand. House looked at him like he had just spoke Japanese. Who was Chase to be calling the shots at that point?

"No you'll-"

"I GO with Cameron." He insisted, standing up and almost getting in House's face. House was tired, and already bored with the conversation. If Chase was going to be a douche and demand that he spend every waking minute with Cameron he guessed he was just going to have to let it go.

"Are you okay with this Cameron?" House asked, turning to look at her. She was pale and shaky, not the girl that he used to know, not by a long shot. She seemed to be off in her own little world at that point and didn't answer him. "CAMERON!"

"Huh? Yeah whatever Chase wants." She said quickly snapping out of it. She stood up and grabbed her stuff, Chase grabbed her arm roughly and started to pull her out of the room and she went with him in what seemed like a willing act. Once they were out of the room, Foreman and House exchanged looks. It was painfully obvious something was going on there.

"I just don't see why I have to be with you all the time." House overheard Cameron saying. He was just around the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. He slid up to the wall and poked his head around. Chase was standing across from her and he looked perturbed.

"It's for the best, Allison." Chase said in a very condescending tone of voice. House noted how Cameron had her head down and wouldn't look Chase in even the general vicinity of his face let alone his eyes.

"Don't you trust me Chase? I love you, I'm not going to-"

"It's them I don't trust, baby." He said smoothly and then pulled her into a kiss she couldn't have wanted less, at least that's how it looked to House. "I trust you with my life, but who wouldn't want to be with a beautiful woman like you?"

"I think you're being ridiculous, Chase." She said finally getting up the courage to look him in the eyes. That's when he raised his hand as if to slap her and House came around the corner. He was fuming and didn't know what to say, but the way Chase had his hand it was almost clear to him that he was going to hit her.

"Shouldn't you two be doing something?" He shouted, wanting so bad to ask Cameron if she was okay. Cameron looked at him with eyes that couldn't have been thanking him more for stopping this. "Cameron I need to talk to you, Chase, go do something useful." House said and then dismissed him. He didn't know what he was going to say to Cameron, but he just had to know if she was going to be okay.

Chase left but he wasn't happy at all. However, he knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of House's wrath and he didn't want that either.

Meanwhile, House had Cameron sit in his chair as he leaned against his desk. At first he didn't say anything, just watched her. In short, she was a mess. She'd lost so much weight that her clothes were hanging off of her, and she looked like a skeleton. Second, she looked like a racoon from the circles under her eyes and her skin was pale, her hair dull.

"What's going on?" he asked, finally.

"Nothing. I'm fine. What did you want to talk to me about?" She asked, smiling slightly, giving the impression that everything was fine.

House knew that wasn't the case.

"When was the last time you ate? I mean really ate."

"Um..this morning at breakfast."

"And what did you eat?"

"I had coffee and a bowl of cereal."

"What kind of cereal?"

She glared at him. "What difference does that make?"

"Just curious."

"Special K with the strawberries."

House nodded. At least she was eating breakfast. "And lunch?"
"I have a sandwich. Really House, what's with the third degree?"

House moved to sit on the ottoman. "Because I have a bad feeling, and I need you to tell me I'm just imagining things."

"A bad feeling about what?"
"Are you happy? Being with Chase? Because I have a feeling you're anything but. In fact, I've seen some things that tell me I should have a bad feeling."

Cameron looked uneasy, and House knew he was on target.

"I've seen how possessive he is of you. Just now in fact. He has some serious issues."
"Can you blame him for being over-protective of me?" she snapped.

"No, but you're falling apart, Cameron! You must've lost at least 20 pounds since you two have been together, and you look like crap."

"Oh, great insight from the Great Dr. House!" she shouted and stood up. But, not having eaten much all day was taking its toll and she felt suddenly dizzy.

"Cameron?" he said as he grabbed her arm and eased her back down into the chair as Chase returned.

"Believe it or not, the clinic is empty." He noticed Cameron looking pale and weak. "What happened? What did you do to her, House?" he shouted.

"Not a thing. She stood up a little too fast and felt dizzy so I made her sit down again. Don't get your panties in a twist. In fact, why don't you do what a good boyfriend should get her some water?"

"Come on Allison, we can get water together." Chase said as he walked over to Cameron and took her arm, pulling her back to her shaky feet. House didn't like this in the least and glared at him.

"You can't lead her around like she's a dog on a leash." House said to him and then looked at her.

"It's okay, House. I'll be fine." She said in a fake, syrupy voice. House wanted to blurt out that this was all wrong, that she was supposed to stand up for herself and slap the shit out of Chase. He just couldn't bring himself to interfere, not just yet anyway. He looked away from them and with that he was dismissing the whole thing. If he put it out of his mind, maybe he wouldn't feel so bad. Little did he know, that was the wrong thing to do.

Later that day, despite House's attempts to separate them as much as possible, Chase had pulled Cameron into an empty supply closet. He was kissing her and she was kissing back even though she knew where it was leading and she didn't want to do it there. Chase neglected to lock the door as he shoved her up against a stack of boxes and opened her shirt. "Chase..." She breathed, trying to get him to stop without actually saying the words.

"Shh, you want this as bad as I do." He insisted and started to kiss and nibble at her neck. The truth was, she didn't want this as much as he did, she didn't want this at all. She knew better than to go against him, but it was getting harder and harder as the moments ticked by.

When his hands reached the hem of her skirt and started to hitch it up, that was when she shoved him away and sternly said, "We can't do this here." This seemed to anger him, she could tell he was painfully aroused at this point and she was outright rejecting him. This was something he wouldn't stand for and she knew it. Without very much hesitation he backhanded her across the face and grabbed her by the collar of her blouse, getting in her face.

"We can, and we will." He demanded. Tears started to spill down her cheek involuntarily. She was scared and not at all aroused, was he really going to rape her? Take what he wanted and leave it at that? The look in her eyes was telling him no, and the pain radiated through out her face. There would be a bruise on her cheek the next day, she could already tell. As he was moving in again, and she was wishing she could find the strength in her to stop him, the door swung open and it was House.

"What the hell? Chase get out of here!" House ordered and pointed into the hallway. Chase growled, it seemed like he wanted to say something but didn't quite have the guts to say it. He let go of Cameron's shirt and stormed out of there like none of this had ever happened. House quickly came over to Cameron who was shaking like a leaf. "Cameron, are you okay?"

"I'm fine House." She said, looking away from him so he couldn't see how red her cheek was from where she had gotten hit. "I just...I should go." Quickly she pulled her skirt down and as she was buttoning her shirt again she pushed passed him and walked into the hall, going after Chase. House rolled his eyes and watched her go.