I Know You
Disclaimer: I don't own House, but I wouldn't mind owning Chase. What? I didn't say anything. Stop looking at me like that!
Chapter 1: Hero
The sixteen-year-old Allison Cameron looked to her left and then to her right before walking across the empty road. She rubbed her bare arms as she began to shiver. It was times like these that made her wish that she had her license.
She wiped away her tears that had been rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't help but replay the night's events in her head.
Allison stood outside her boyfriend, Jason's, house and knocked on the door. "Jason!" She called. "Jason! It's freezing out here! Open up!"
The door swung open and a girl poked her head out. "Ally! What are you doing here?" The girl said, completely panicked.
"Jasmine, I could ask you the same thing," Allison told her best friend.
"Jasmine, babe! C'mon back in!" A male voice yelled from inside.
Allison looked at her friend with angry eyes. "You and Jason?" She paused as Jasmine replied with a slow nod. "That is the ultimate betrayal! I can't believe you!" She turned around, storming off but she turned back to look at her. "And tell Jason that he can go fuck himself!"
Upset, cold, and exhausted, Allison forgot to check traffic before crossing another street. She heard a loud honk as a car tried to skid to a stop. Maybe that would teach her to wear black at night.
She laid on the cold pavement as the driver got out of the car and ran over to her. He knelt down next to her and brushed her brown hair out of her face. "Are you okay?" The blonde boy asked with a thick Australian accent. He looked just about her age.
"I think I am," she said, using her hands to push off the ground. "Ow!" She squeaked, grabbed her right arm and falling back to the ground.
"What is it?" The boy replied, looking at her intently.
She couldn't help but notice his intense green eyes. She shook herself away from her thoughts and answered, "My arm, it hurts."
He pulled out a cell phone and dialed 911.
Allison stayed on the ground, listening as he talked to the operator. She didn't know why but with him being there, she felt safe. There was just something about him that clicked in her head.
He went back over to her and helped her off the ground. "I'm sorry but I can't stay," he said, sitting her down on a nearby curb. "If I get into anymore trouble, my dad will kill me."
"Please don't leave me here," she whimpered.
He frowned at her, feeling a small pang of guilt. (AN: Keyword small.) "I can't. I'm sorry but the ambulance should be here sometime soon." He stood up and climbed into the car. As he started the engine, he watched her look at him with sad eyes. Shaking off any bad feelings, he drove off, leaving her alone.
"Cameron…" An Australian voice said to her, a hand slightly shaking her body. "Cameron… Cameron!"
She jolted from her sound sleep as Chase yelled at her. "What?" She hissed, stretching out her arms. She withdrew her right arm and clutched it with her left.
"You okay?" Chase asked.
"Fine…" She lied.
"Alright," he said skeptically. "Well, House needs us."
"Be there in a moment." She waited until Chase left the room before whimpering, "Ow…"
AN: Interesting… So this is my first House fic, go a little easy but still be honest. Anyways, R&R!