A/N: This is AU to HH&WH. Something has just been bugging me to write this. This is my first multi-chapter fic, I plan to update within the next day. do not read if you have not seen the season 4 finale.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HOUSE, M.D. AND/OR ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH IT. Don't sue me.

Amber swayed on the stool, still very pissed about her boss's actions. 'I can't get laid off now, I still need to pay for alot of things,' she thought.

"I need more drinks," she yelled, "at least eight more, pweaz," she slurred.

"I'll give you the drinks, but you're obviously too drunk to drive," the bartender said, grabbing her keys. "You're not getting these back."

Amber sighed heavily and picked up her phone to call Wilson, only to find it was dead.

"Hey, if you take my keys, I get a phone call," she yelled to the bartender angrily.

He gave her the bar's main phone, and she started calling Wilson's cell.

"Hey, this is James Wilson. I am not here at the moment-" Amber hung up. She hated voice mail.

The bartender brought her more drinks and she greedily gulped down all eight. By now, she was litterally about to fall out of her chair.

An hour had passed with Amber just sitting there, until a vision of a scruffy man leaned over her shoulder. She turned around.

"House?"

"Well, if it isn't CTB," he said, tapping his fingers impatiently on the bar.

"What are you doing here? I'm pretty sure I called Wilson."

House sat down beside her. "I was in his office when I saw his cellphone go off. I saw that it came from Sherrie's bar, and usually i'm the only one calling him from here...." he was interrupted by a sneeze. The bartender offered him a tissue.

He quickly wiped off his nose. "Well, you called for a ride, let's go."

"I need two more drinks down here," Amber said drunkily, she hadn't had this much alchohol in a long while. "For me and," she looked House up and down, "what passes as a gentleman around here." House snorted.

The bartender immediatley brought them their drinks. House grabbed his glass. "One, and you leave volintarily," he said. Amber nodded in agreement, grabbing her glass, "Cheers."

They tapped their glasses together and drank, House finishing before Amber. House burped and said, "Let's go."

"You go home, I can make it on my own," Amber said, getting up and tripping on her own feet. She felt a strong arms reach over her shoulder.

"You're too drunk," he said. "Let's get to my motorbike."

"No, i'll be fine, you go home. I'll take the bus."

"Hey! Somebody gonna pay for the drinks?" the bartender shouted. House let go of Amber to go put it on Wilson's tab, of course.

Amber had already made it to the bus and sat down with a burp. She quickly apologized to everyone surronding her, and blushed at her own "not lady like"-ness.

She stared peacefully out the window, until a finger tapped her shoulder. "Forget this?" House asked, holding out Amber's purse. "Oh, thanks," she said, grabbing it with a half-smile.

House sat down across from her and hooked his cane to the edge of the seat.

Amber looked at him. "You never give up, do you?"

House chuckled, "Yeah, I guess i'm an idiot for that."

"You doing this for me or for Wilson?"

"Wilson."

Amber nodded, turning her head back towards the window. Comfortable silence passed between them.

"So......why'd you get drunk? Did you see Wilson naked?" House asked after a moment.

Amber sighed. "I got laid off."

House snickered slightly, "Good. You're a CTB, so you deserve it," he said, but the smile on his lips gave away all sincerity in his voice.

Amber laughed slightly and smiled. "Yeah, I guess so."

House turned in the seat to where he was facing Amber. "Uhh....CTB?"

Amber turned into the same position as him. "Yes, SOB?"

"Don't tell Wilson I did this."

"Okay."

House smiled slightly, and they contently stared at each other.

A bright light appeared behind House's head, and Amber's smile quickly turned into a questioning frown. Before she knew what hit her, House's head went forward, followed, by shattered glass, and he went falling to the floor. The bus was shaking heavily, and Amber had to grab the rail to keep from falling. Through the shaking bus, she saw House's cane flying through the air. Suddenly, Amber's world went upside down.

She landed on a shattered window, seeing the sparking road beneath her. She saw a hand reach out to her, only to find the hand occupied by a battered, bleeding House. Amber reached out her own hand, grabbing House's. Unfortunatley, her grip on him slipped. The last thing she remembered was a desperate House still reaching out to her, and then she lost her grip on consiousness.

Amber woke up with a major headache. She reached up and started rubbing her head, trying to ease the pain. Muffled moans and sounds of pain could be heard all around her, and then her memory came flooding back.

House.

'Where is House?' she asked herself desperatley. She suddenly saw a lone figure awake from unconsiousness, and let out a horrified gasp at what she saw.

There lay House, with a massive punture on his head. It was obvious he was still trying to proccess what was going on, and his bad leg was hurting more than ever. He thought nothing of it until he looked at his right leg. He gaped at the long peice of metal sticking out of it. He started letting out gasping sobs, and looked around his surroundings.

He then noticed a young blonde heading his way.

Amber crawled up to him, taking in how he looked. The metal pole most likely hit and severed and artery, so House needed serious medical attention. She then spotted a red scarf around his neck.

"I may have to tie this around you," she said, unraveling the scarf off a beaten House.

She starting wrapping it securly around his leg.

"I'm cold," he pouted. This is the first time Amber saw House like this. He looked so helpless, so much in pain. She almost started crying when she heard House's painful sobs.

"Stay with me," she said, "just stay with me."

She finally got the scarf to go on tightly around his leg, and all of a sudden a sharp pain in her head caused her to go unconsious.

House let his eyes drift closed and let the darkness overtake him.

Amber awoke sometime later in a hospital bed. She felt a warmth on her right hand, and looked over, finding a relieved looking Wilson.

"Amber, honey, can you hear me?" he asked.

Amber tried to speak, but her mouth was too dry. She nodded.

"Oh, thank god," Wilson sighed a relieved sigh. "You suffered a massive concussion. Your brain is slightly damaged, but it will heal."

Amber looked at him, confused.

Wilson squeezed her hand. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

She tried remembering, but all she could get her brain to muster up was going to a bar.

She shook her head. Wilson slid a hand across her cheek. "You were in a bus crash. Somehow you managed to get on a bus, and a garbage truck hit it." he kissed her cheek.

Amber wanted to smile at him, but she was still trying to remember last night. She licked her lips, and then spoke.

"I remembered going to a bar."

Wilson frowned slightly at this. "You where at a bar? Why?"

Amber took a few more seconds to remember. "I got laid off."

Wilson squeezed her hand tighter. "I'm so sorry."

Amber gave him an unconvincing half-smile. "It's okay."

A comfortable silence settled between them, while Amber was still trying to remember.

"But someone was on the bus with me, but......I can't remember who it is," Amber licked her lips again, "Someone we know well."

Wilson looked at her confused. Cuddy chose this moment to come in. "Amber, great to see you awake," she said, smiling. "We'll be able to release you in a few hours." She took one last look at Amber's chart, smiled at both of them, then left.

Amber shifted in the bed. "Who was on that bus with me? I can almost remember, it's on the tip of my tongue..." A finger on her lips, replaced by other lips, silenced her. "Don't think about that know," he said. "Get some rest."

Amber wanted to protest, but her eyelips drooping were protesting otherwise. The last thing she remembered was Wilson walking out of the room before she drifted to sleep.

Amber awoke, but she wasn't in the hospital bed. She was on a bus.

But there were no passengers, just bright lights passing the window. She looked around frantically.

"Looking for someone?"

Amber yelped, startled, and turned toward the source of the voice.

A man in glasses, looked to be in his forties, was sitting across from her. He almost looked like House, if there had been a beard.

"Yes," Amber said slowly, "I'm trying to remember the bus crash. Were you a passenger?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Someone you know."

"I don't know you," Amber said slowly, confused.

"Of course you do. What color is my eyes?" the man asked.

"What's so signifigant about the color of your irises?" she asked, more confused.

"Who am I?"

"I don't know!"

"Of course you do. Obviously you already know the answer, or else you wouldn't be here. What color are my eyes?"

"What? I don't know you! I don't-" she stopped mid-sentence.

Those blue eyes. They're just like the color of......

No. Not him. Anyone but him.......

"House," she whispered sadly.

Suddenly, a bright light passed by the man, and then she was staring into the electric blue eyes of House.

"House...." she whispered to him.

He looked at her, smiling. The same bright light shone behind him.

Amber awoke with a startle.

House.

House was the one with her on that bus.

She had to tell Wilson. Cuddy. Anyone.

House was dying somewhere.

She hit the nurse button on the side of her bed, and much to her relief Wilson showed up instead.

"It's House!" she yelled at him.

"What?" he asked her, confused.

"House was on the bus with me. I called your phone, but House showed up and we both got on the bus," tears started forming in the sides of her eyes.

"That's impossible. You're probably just delusional from the concussion. House is probably just late for work, like he always is."

"When was the last time you seen him?" Amber asked, aching for Wilson to believe her.

"I got a page and I told him to I'll be right back, but he said he'd probably leave-" Wilson stopped, as the realization dawned on him. "Oh, no, not....."

Amber let out a single hot tear, "It's House. He's the one who's dying."