Don't own them. My dreams are all I got.
The metal in her hand felt warm... not even close to cold and unforgiving. But she didn't let herself be
fooled by the inviting possibility.
Too many before her had
underestimated what was about to happen, and that with disastrous
consequences... but she, Allison Cameron, wouldn't be the next one.
She wouldn't make a mistake, under no circumstances, no matter what
would await her.
It wasn't like her to get something
wrong.
She always knew what she was doing – and she knew
perfectly well what had to be done in order to end it all.
Still
her fingers trembled as she touched the old and gradually worn piece
of metal a second time. It could change so much.. if you did it right
the first time, with enough bravery.
She hesitated only for a heartbeat – was she really able to do it? - but then the fleeting moment was gone and her hand closed completely around the door handle, opening it with a small thud.
"House? There's something I need to talk to you about..."
