A/N: Okay I'm finally back into the fanfiction writing mood so here is a new story based on Avril Lavigne's song When You're Gone. I don't own the song, film clip or lyrics. I'm just a teenager trying to cure her boredom. Btw I obviously don't own House MD no matter how much I ask Santa every Christmas... I just wanna borrow the characters so I'll put them back where they belong when I'm done playing.
I
always needed time on my own When you walk
away When you're gone I haven't felt
this way before When you walk away Do you see how much I need you
right now? When you're gone We were meant
for each other All I ever
wanted was for you to know When you're gone
I never thought I'd need you there
when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the
bed where you lie
is made up on your side
I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need
you right now?
The pieces of my heart are
missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing
too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me
through the day
And make it OK
I miss you
Everything that I do
reminds me of you
And
the clothes you left
are lyin' on the floor
And they smell just
like you
I love the things that you do
I
count the steps that you take
The pieces of my heart are
missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing
too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me
through the day
And make it OK
I miss you
I keep forever
Oh oh oh oh oh
Everything I do I give my heart and
soul
I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with
me
Yeah
The pieces of my heart are
missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing
too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me
through the day
And make it OK
I miss you.
Cameron's POV:
I just can't believe he overdosed. I understand he was addicted but still I really thought he loved me enough not to let the pain overtake him. Over and over again, like a bad movie, I see clips of all the special times we had. Like the first time he told me he loved me, his proposal, his face when our daugher Addy was born, the time he went into rehab and started physio when I was pregnant with our son Ryan, his face when Ryan was finally born after my 48 hour labour.
When
you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're
gone
The face I came to know is missing too
I also remember when I first met him and my first impression of him: I thought he was an arogant son of a bitch. Then I figured out he was a insanely, insecure, angry, misanthropic son of a bitch.
Later on though, after I used all my persistence and he finally realised I'm nothing like Stacy, he showed me a side no one else ever got to see. Whenever I was cold he would give me his jacket, if I needed food or a drink and he had it he'd give me some automatically. I really miss hearing his reassuring words that no matter what would always get me through the day.
The
words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it
OK
I really need him right now, I miss him so much. I really thought he be around for a lot longer, he was my soulmate, my other half, my better half.
We
were meant for each other
I keep forever
Do you see how much I need you right now?
Yes he was definately my better, sarcastic, funny half and I really wish he were here.
2 Days Later:
I was feeling rather ill this morning rather than just sad, but I kept throwing up. It was exactly like my morning sickness when I had Addy and Ryan. Later on I got this insane idea to go and buy a pregnancy test from the pharmacy. I took it home and followed the instructions on the box and left it for ten excruiatingly long minutes. I came back into the bathroom and checked... I am pregnant.
Greg left me all alone and now I'm pregnant again? This is great I have an 8 year old and a 6 year old wondering why their father is never going to return home and I have to explain to them that I'm going to have a baby.
9 Months Later:
I'm in labour at Princeton Plainsburo Teaching Hospital and Cuddy is the attending doctor. Addy and Ryan are currently in Wilson's office torturing him and I'm trying not to scream. 24 painful hours later I'm holding a beautiful baby boy name Gregory House Junior. I named him this not only in memory of his father but also because the moment I looked into Gregory's eyes I saw Greg my husband.
