Pairing: HouseCameron Summary: Happens after their disastrous date

Author's Note: I may or may continue this story. It all depends on the reviews.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own House or The Titanic. Blah, blah, blah

Fantasies

By: Red-Dragon411

Chapter 1

She had her back turned to the door, sorting his mail. 'Why do I still bother to do this?' she thought. After a while, she gazed out the window reminiscing on what happened the night before.

The winds howled and the thunder roared. Lightning split the night sky in two. Raindrops splattered against the window. Tree branches scraped against the sides of the building. The storm raged outside but inside the apartment, it was quiet and dark except for the glare and sounds of the television. The occupant of the apartment didn't seem to notice the storm outside. She was wrapped up in her own thoughts.

She was sitting in her living room, staring off into space. The television was playing a melancholy song was playing as Jack sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. A single tear rolled down her cheek. But she wasn't crying because of the sad movie. Her mind wandered somewhere else. It wandered to the conversation they had in the restaurant. 'What I am is what you need. I'm damaged.'

That was not true. She liked him because she knows that he's a good person. He hides behind that rude, sarcastic exterior because she knows that he doesn't want to be hurt again. He still couldn't get over the physical and emotional pain that he had and is enduring. He feels the pain everyday, every time he takes a Vicodin. He shields himself from everyone and everything. She knows all of this. But she had foolishly believed that she could change him.

'Why do you push me away?' she thought. 'Are you afraid that you would get hurt again? Or are you afraid to be happy? Can you really live the rest of your life in isolation?'

She glanced out her window. The storm was really coming down hard. She felt that perhaps the sky is crying for her. She smiled pitifully at the thought.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted, when she heard a soft knock on the door. She glanced at the clock. 'It's 2 a.m.!' she thought. 'Who could that be at this hour?' She realized it could only be one person…House.

There was second knock, this time louder and sounded more urgent. She walked to the door intended on opening it when her hand stopped midway. She was deciding whether or not to open the door. 'He had hurt me. Why should I open the door?' She became lost in her own thoughts once more when there was a knock again, louder than last time.

"I know you're there, Cameron! I can hear the television! Open the door!" House shouted. His voice almost sounded like a whine.

She reluctantly opened the a crack. There before her stood House, soaking wet and shivering.

"House! You're soaked!" she cried. "What were you doing outside in a storm like this?"

"Oh, nothing. It's such a nice night that I thought that I'd camp outside without a sleeping bag and a tent," he replied sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes as she sighed. Even when he needs help, he still has to be, well…him.

"Well, can I come in or did I interrupted something?" he asked, trying to look past her.

She opened the door all the way then moved aside, allowing him to come in. He slowly limped in, surveying her apartment. What he saw surprised him.

There were no lights on except for the glow of the television. House had to squint his eyes to see better. He saw Chinese food take-out containers on the table. He noticed empty bottles of beer scattered on the floor. A bottle of wine stood on the end table unopened. House glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes. Her eyes were red and swollen. He tried to keep his surprised reaction from his face.

"Why are you here?" Cameron asked interrupting his thoughts.

"I would've have gone to Wilson's but Julie isn't very fond of me. Especially after my comment about her giant ass," House replied casually, not looking at her face.

"Right," she said skeptically. Cameron looked at him suspiciously before turning around and walking off down the hall to her bedroom. House noticed her the size of her large bed and her satin sheets before she closed the door behind her.

House sat down on her couch and stared at the television. The ending credits for "The Titanic" was rolling off the screen. He grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels. He did what Cameron had done; he stared off into space. He was also thinking back to what happened to hours ago.

"I want to know how you feel…about me."

Those nine little words kept playing over and over in his head. That awkward date kept replaying in his mind. 'Why did you ask me that? Are you stupid? I don't even know what I'm doing here. I should go.'

He got up to leave when a voice behind him asked, "Where do you think you're going, out in a storm like this?"

He didn't turn around to face her. Her sad voice said all that was needed.

"I decided that my coming here was a bad idea. To correct that mistake, I'm leaving," he said, as he limped towards the door.

"What made you come here in the first place?" Cameron asked without thinking.

House paused before answering. "Your apartment was the closest," House said gruffly. He opened the door and walked out into the storm.