Well...decided to write a sequel... be prepared for some twists and turns!! As always, huge thanks to Jazelle1996 for being the best beta ever!!!! So, uh...lets get this thing started :o)

"Hello? I know you're there. Where else would you be? Pick up the damn phone." Wilson's voice echoed through the lonely whelm of Dr. Gregory House.

He didn't feel the need to answer it so he ignored it as he raised the volume of the television to block it out.

But he still heard, "House, if you don't answer, I'm going to send Cameron over."

House panicked and rushed over to the phone. "What?" House snapped.

"Finally. Good, you're alive then," Wilson breathed.

"That's what you bothered me for?" House sneered.

"Basically. Do you need anything?"

"Just for you to stop calling me."

"I'll be over with dinner tonight."

"Why?"

"Because, p, b, and j for a week straight isn't good for your health." House sighed and rolled his eyes at Wilson's response.

"And you care because?"

"Because you just got shot. And I don't think becoming malnourished off beer and peanut butter would be helping you heal. That and Cuddy'll be up my arse."

"Whatever. You need some Curry in your life, you were happier then."

"Huh?" Wilson said confused. House widened his eyes. Had he just referred to something from the hallucination?

"Well, anyway, see you tonight," Wilson said before House hung up on him.

House walked back to the couch and sat down with a grunt of pain. He was

lonely, something he had never really been before. During the past two weeks he spent recuperating in the hospital he had ignored Cameron. It hurt too much to even look at her sometimes, especially after the dream – hallucination – he'd had.

But, at the same time, he wondered: Did she really have friends with those names? Or had his mind just gone into overdrive? Would we have had a daughter? Named her Chrissy? Would Al…Cameron…have gotten hurt? Would I really react the same way if I had lost both of them?

House sighed again as his head dropped back against the couch. No matter what he said to anyone about not needing anyone, deep down he really wanted what he had in his hallucination. He needed to hold someone, for someone to want to hold him…for someone to love him. Stacy had limited that possibility, and his attitude didn't help his situation either.

A knock came from the door and House jerked. Who the hell could that be? House got up slowly and limped to the door. He opened the door and froze.

"C-C-Cameron?"

"Hey, Wilson sent me over with lunch," Cameron said as she brushed hair out of her face. House just stared and Cameron began to look around uncomfortably. "Uh...House? Mind if I put this down?" Cameron said as she slightly lifted bag of food.

"Oh…uh…yeah," House mumbled, moving aside so Cameron walked past him into the kitchen.

"I got you a reuben and some soup if you needed something lighter," Cameron said as House walked in behind her and just nodded. "Also some stuff you can just heat up and eat." House nodded again. "So, you should be all set, I'll see you in a couple of days to restock," Cameron said as she walked back toward the door. "See you later, House," she said as she twisted the doorknob.

"Wait…"

Cameron stopped short and looked at House.

"Pardon?" she asked. House's eyes looked everywhere but her and finally settled on the floor.

"Never mind." House said.

"Are you sure?" Cameron said as she stepped back into the apartment.

"Yeah," House mumbled then turned around and started to walk back towards the couch. Cameron grabbed House's elbow to stop him and felt him tense underneath her fingers.

"House, do you want me to stay?" Cameron asked softly as she stared into his eyes. She saw a slight nod and released his elbow. "Go sit down. I'll make us something to eat."

Cameron walked away when all of a sudden she found her face in House's chest, his arms around her, and his head buried in her neck.

Cameron stiffened, but slowly put her arms around House.

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