Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from House, M.D. Or the song "Vacuum Bag" by Stroke 9.

A/N: Hey! Welcome to a songfic...I will be doing at least one song per character...this first one is a fic to "Vacuum Bag" by Stroke 9 to Dr. House. It's AU, and will never happen. A bit OOC, so please no flames or even reviews about how OOC it is. I'm aware of it :) lol. OK, happy reading, thanks for reading, and please R&R!

HOUSEHOUSEHOUSE

House sat on the couch in his apartment next to Wilson, who was having control of the remote. House wasn't fighting the fact that Wilson was watching a cooking show. He was sunk into the couch in a deep depression. He shoved back a Vicodin with a drink of whiskey.

"Probably shouldn't be drinking whiskey with Vicodin." Wilson offered from his side of the couch. He looked at House.

"Don't really care, buddy." House drained the glass. Wilson nodded.

"Yeah. I kind of figured you wouldn't."

You'll never know what happened to me

It's just one of those things

I was sitting by myself

And my thoughts started pouring out

"Look, Cameron. Allison." He lifted her chin with his fingers, made her meet his stunningly blue eyes.

"Don't say it, Greg. If you're going to say what I think you are...just don't. I love you. You love me. Isn't that what matters?"

"Allison, I... I've been thinking. Maybe we...maybe we should stop seeing each other. I don't think we're right for each other. Don't get me wrong, I...I love you. A lot. But I'm not sure if it's working out."

"Let me guess, House. You did this wonderful thinking all by yourself. Probably in a dark room, or your apartment, where no one could tell you what a selfish, arrogant...WRONG asshole you're being!" She yelled, tears beginning to streak down her face.

"Yes. I was. But I'm not wrong. Maybe I'm arrogant, maybe I'm selfish, maybe I'm an asshole, but I'm not wrong. I just...started thinking, and I came to this decision. I'm sorry, Allison. It's over." He turned and left, leaving her standing in the office, alone, crying.

HOUSEHOUSEHOUSE

House stood up and refilled his glass of whiskey and rewound back to the memories of the good times he'd had with her.

Remember that time on our trip

You asked me where we were going

I said Barcelona

You said that's not what I meant

"Grab your suitcases. We're going somewhere. But I'm not telling you. Not unless you really want to know." House had said to Allison.

She'd smiled and twined her fingers in his for a few seconds, before he'd wrestled them away conspicuously. The smile had dropped from her face and she'd done to her room, where she'd thrown some clothes in a suitcase and put it in the back of his car.

"Greg...can you tell me something? Where are we going?"

He'd looked at her. "You really want to know?"

"Yes. I really honestly do." She'd smiled at him, that honest smile she reserved for when she really wanted to know something deep. Something that would affect her.

"Barcelona. I got us two plane tickets for the weekend. Sounds like fun, huh?" He'd asked her, waiting for the happiness and surprise to take over.

Instead she'd stared out the window and then looked back at him, her face a stormy cloud of a mix of anger and sadness.

"Greg. That's not what I meant." She looked back out the window, and as the realization hit him, about what she'd meant, he'd pressed harder on the gas petal.

I'm like a vacuum bag that holds all that old dirt

Remember that time we found your mom's Valium

And took it?

Chorus:Don't hate me, don't regret me

Don't ever forget me

Wherever you go, whatever you do,

Don't say I never loved you

Things in the office had been tense and strained. She would only talk to him unless she had to. She generally got her theories or thoughts across by talking to Chase, Foreman, or Wilson if he was involved. Wilson knew, of course, what had happened, but Chase had Foreman were blissfully unaware.

One day about three days after he'd broken it off he said to her, "What's the patient's sed rate?"

She'd given him nothing but a stony glare and said to Chase, "Ben's sed rate is a bit low. What could that suggest?"

House didn't like it. He didn't like her ignoring him at all. So he said, "Go run a complete blood panel."

"What for?" Foreman asked.

"Because I said so, that's what for! Just do it! Why can't any of you ever just do what you're told?" He yelled.

Foreman and Chase gave him a funny look and started off. Cameron on the other hand, said to him, "Are you done behaving like a four year old?" and then started out the door.

"Allison." He said to her retreating back. "Stop."

She paused at the door but didn't turn around. He walked over to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's not like…I never loved you. Don't say that. Because I did. I do. It's just…sometimes things don't work out just the way you want them to."

"You're so full of it, so selfish." She sneered at him, anger dripping from her words.

"Allison…I couldn't bear it if you hated me. Please don't. And please…don't try and forget what we were. What we had was more than what anybody else has. Please don't forget. But I need to know something."

She turned toward him, tears in her eyes again. "What?"

"Do you regret me? Do you regret what we had?"

She looked at him with soft, sad eyes. "Greg, how could I ever regret the best thing that ever happened to me?"

That summer when we wore no shoes
And we danced on the Fourth of July
And we listened to your sister's records
And Frampton came alive

Back in the summer, back when everything was safe and warm and loving. Allison had wanted nothing more than to dance with him.

"Come on, Greg. If you try, you can. Please…"

"No. It would hurt my leg too much." "PLEASE!" "No."

She rubbed her bare foot against his. "It would mean so much to me. I love you."

"Why does this, of all things, mean so much to you? Why?"

"Because…I don't know why. Just because."

A few weeks went by, and Allison slowly forgot. She forgot about wanting to dance with House, and concentrated on how much she loved him, despite all his faults.

And then one day, she was sitting on her back porch reading a magazine, and she heard one of her old Frampton records come to life. She looked at her back door, and saw House standing there in a suit with his special "dress up" cane.

He walked out the back door and shut it slowly. He walked over to her and bowed low. "Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

She nodded slowly, happily, tears springing to her eyes.

The dance between the two of them was awkward. They would go back and forth, and he would have to limp because bearing too much weight on his bad leg would make it throb angrily. But then he would see her smiling, so happy, and he would forget anything that was hurting him. He was wrapped up in just being there with her.

Later that night, they sat on the bench in her backyard, him holding her, watching the Fourth of July fireworks go up in the sky.

Even then you knew what you wanted
Even then I had no clue
I was just living in the moment
And the moment was all about you

That night beneath the stars, watching the sky being lit up by splashes of blue and pink and green, she said, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know it. Right now, at this moment, I can feel it. I've never loved anybody else like this." She looked at him, sitting there so solemnly. "What about you?"

"What do you mean, what about me?"

"I mean, don't you know what you want?"

"I never know what I want." He whispered to her, and she giggled.

"No, Greg, be serious. Don't you want to spend the rest of your life with me? Don't you love me the same way I love you?"

"Allison, of course I love you. But…I mean it. I don't know what I want. I'm living for right now, not for…right then. I'm living for you. I'm living in the moment."

"Fine. If you're not sure…whatever."

House rolled his eyes. It was just like her to get upset over nothing.

Remember that time in LA
You asked we what we were doing
I said we're doing fine
You said here we go again

Three months later, they were at a symposium in LA. They were leaving the meeting hall, and as they got into a taxi, Allison turned to him and said, slipping her hand in his, "What are we doing?"

This time, Greg didn't miss a beat. "We're doing fine. Just fine. I love you, and you love me, and that's all that matters."

"Here we go again. You misunderstanding me. Honestly, we are just not the best communicators in the world." She grinned and giggled, and he rolled his eyes.

"What you mean we? I communicate just fine, it's you who's all mixed up!"

She laughed again.

I'm like a vacuum bag
That holds all that old dirt
Remember that time we said we'd be together forever?

Two months later, they were sitting in his apartment, watching the snow fly. They were warming their feet by the fire and their hands on mugs of hot cocoa.

She nestled her head on his shoulder and murmured in his ear, as she was falling asleep, "Greg. We'll be together forever, won't we?"

Not wanting to upset her, even though he wasn't sure, he whispered to her, "Of course. Of course." He kissed her hair. He wasn't sure, but he thought her say, "Everybody lies."

Chorus

'Cause it matters to me
Can you hear me?
Everyday I ask the same thing

Will you ever know what happened to me?
It happens everyday
And you wonder what went on
It's there and then it's gone

House came back from the past with Wilson shaking his shoulder, telling him to get up and go to bed if he was so damn tired.

Would Allison ever truly know what had gone on inside his head that day? The day he decided to end it with her. The day his whole life had really fallen apart.

It was best. He was sure. But he would miss her. But it was best.

Maybe I'm sentimental
And I start to reminisce
And every time I do
I still want to tell you this…

Chorus

A/N: What do you think? R&R!