Disclamer: I don't own them. Wish I did.

This may have many errors in it but this is my first fanfic so go easy on me.

"House, please listen to me!"

House stiffened up his back which was turned to Cameron who had marched into his office and threw a fit when she had learned he decided to turn down the offer to suffer through countless hours of rehab.

"House, you know you'll go to jail if you don't take the deal." Cameron's voice became softer and House pictured her facial expressions turning from anger to concern. But more than anything, he suddenly came to a horrible realization of the truth of her statement. Deep down inside he knew he wouldn't get out of the situations he was stuck in. And rehab, however tortoruous it would be, would be no where near as bad as prison. Slowly he turned around and faced her. He had been right. Her face was scrunched up into a mix of emotions; namely worry and concern. Slowly and almost inaudibly he admitted what he had known for a long time but refused to face.

"I know."

Cameron blinked. Had he just confessed that she was right? He had given up so easily. He had been so un-House like. She took a few slow steps toward him until there was only a few inches between them. She starred up at him but he refused to make eye contact. So she just stood there. She had gotten him to admit that she was right. Maybe with determination she could get him to admit more things to her. So she just waited. Finally he made eye contact with her. Her eyes widened at the look of pure fear in his eyes. She couldn't stand to see him like that.

"House," Cameron whispered unable to control the emotion in her voice. He quickly moved his gaze from her eyes to the side wall; then the clock, the door, a chair, and finally back to her eyes when he ran out of inatimate objects to rest his gaze on.

Lord, she was beautiful. And here he was breaking down in front of her, exposing things to her he didn't want to deal with himself. He wanted to spill his guts out to her, to let her hold his bleeding heart in her hands. He was tired of pretending he was fine. He wasn't and he wanted her to be the one he revealed his deepest darkest thoughts and feelings too.

"Cameron, I'm really scared. I'm scared of this whole situation and I'm tired. I'm tired of-of not knowing how to deal with it," he blurted out before he could stop himself. It felt good to finally let go of the weight he had been hiding inside. He had gone this far so without thinking of consequences of his actions, he continued exposing his secrets. "And Alison Cameron--I'm in love with you." As soon as the words escaped from his lips he wished he could take them back. What did he just do? What was he thinking? That was just it. He wasn't thinking--just randomly admitting the deepest secret he held inside. A sudden motion from Cameron brought his attention back to her. She was slowly raising her head up toward his. He stood there motionless until her lips brushed against his. They never lingered on his lips; they just softly brushed against his lips. It was like she was teasing him. Barely touching her lips against his and then slightly pulling away. It was if her lips were telling him, 'Here I am, but you can't have me.'

Well, Damn it! He was going to have her! Suddenly he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her body against his. He placed his lips firmly on hers and forcefully parted them. When the kiss ended he backed far away from her. This was too much. He could't deal with it. So he stood there and watched as Cameron's face asked the question: 'What now? What's to become of us?' He didn't know the answer but he wished he did. God, he wished he did.