So I shouldn't be starting another fic, but this one has been bouncing around in my head for awhile and I don't think that this story-line has ever been used. I'm almost done with two fics. The end of La Vita De... should be up in the next few days. Thanks to SiriusBlack123 for beating
More Then A Memory
Prologue
She was done. Finished. Kaput. It was over. She had quit and she was never going back.
The road and the radio. Those were her two companions. And some CD's that she had. Kenny Cheney's familiar voice wafted through the speakers and she smiled.
Chase had called her, and so had Foreman. They had both accepted their old positions back.
Why don't you come back too Allison?
It was true; Cuddy had offered Cameron her old job back, House had too. More money, more cases, more responsibility, more everything.
It was a life that she didn't want. Had never wanted. Dr. Allison Cameron no longer existed. The one that she had been anyway. Now she was a stranger in her own skin. The drawn face in the mirror wasn't her. Wasn't who she had been.
And so, she had told Chase that she couldn't with a tired smile in her voice. He had seemed to understand, and the good-bye had been peaceful – two old friends parting ways.
She had told him she was going to California, but that was a complete lie.
The Rocky Mountains seemed to watch her as she drove down the winding road.
Billings, Montana was her destination of choice. She had grown up horseback riding – the tale was she rode before she walked, cantered before she ran – and it was probably true.
She was going back to her roots, so to speak. Sure, she was still going to be a doctor, but she would have the time to ride, to be free, to have a life.
The rising sun was something that warmed her heart even as she thought of her painful memories with Chase.
If she wasn't in love with someone else they might have worked out.
House sat there staring at the bottle of whiskey.
He normally only drank scotch, but tonight he was in a whiskey kind of mood.
Cameron was officially gone. She had left him.
She had left him. Just so that was clear to everyone.
He had known that someone was going to get hurt, which was why he had stayed away from her. And he was right. Someone had gotten hurt.
He had gotten hurt. And so had she.
And now she was gone. He took a sip of his whiskey.
It was going to be a long night.
She woke up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. Her heart rate increased and she tried to sit up but found she couldn't.
Her arm was in a cast, her ribs had made some sort of protest when she finally heaved her self into a sitting position, and she felt very dizzy.
First question, where the hell am I? Second question, how did I get here? Third ques-
No. Scratch that. It was definitely her first question. And as she stared out into the busy hospital she felt her breathing quicken and she clutched the blanket desperate for something – anything.
Who the hell was she?
Two Months Later
House sat there staring at the phone. He wanted to call Wilson, hear false reassurances. Lies. But he wouldn't he needed to move on. He needed to be able to dream without seeing her face, to turn the corner without hearing her voice, to drink a cup of coffee without thinking her handing him his red cup.
It had been two months. Sixty days. One thousand four hundred and forty hours.
He kept hearing the detectives' voice in his head two days after the car was found. It was incinerated.
They found bones, and some blonde hair. But that was it. There wasn't enough of anything to get DNA from, so the cops assumed. Shook their heads muttered what a pity and moved on.
I'm sorry Sir, there's nothing we can do. That's what he had been told.
That was a God Damn lie. There was a lot they could do. But she was a woman who had voluntarily up and left.
Not some missing child. Not some woman abducted against her will. But she was gone. And he was still here.
Cameron had told Chase that she was going to California, Foreman that she was off to Texas and Wilson that New York was her next stop.
Everybody lies, right?
And now she was gone.
Completely utterly gone.
The puzzle of Allison Cameron had been solved, but not by figuring her out.
By seeing her family and friends at her funeral.
By listening to an old woman pull him down to her level to thank him, because Allison would call and tell her about how interesting work was.
How days that Allie smiled were rare since she was ten.
How much pain had filled her young life.
She was only thirty three.
And she was gone.
Tears fell silently down his face in the dead of the night.
It will get happier, I promise. Let me know what you think.
Jess