Welcome to like my first ever fully completed story in like 100 years!

This was actually ment to be a one-shot but grew LOL. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Signed,

GallopGirl.

P.S (Please review every chapter... I love your love LOL)

House's POV

House hobbled as fast as he could along one of many corridors at PPTH. Glancing behind him he gave a small smirk but continued at his hasty speed. He was sure he had lost Cuddy on the fourth floor; when a mother with 6 children under the age of eight crossed her path, and lost Wilson somewhere on floor eight.

House was safely on floor 6, long-term care ward. Quickly he found the door he was looking for and slid in. What he found there caught him by surprise because there sitting next to an elderly man in a coma, was the one and only Dr Alison Cameron. She hadn't looked up so he wasn't sure she had heard or seen him. She was idly drawing on some computer paper, every now and again stopping to push her reading glasses up her nose.

"Hey, this coma guy is taken!" he protested suddenly.

"No one was in here the last time I checked…" She answered steadily, not looking up.

"You of all people should know room 222B is mine" He huffed.

"And what's that spose to mean…" She questioned, finally looking up.

"Oh please… no doubt you have pictures of me pinned up all over your house, study my every move…"

"Oh please, don't flatter yourself… this guy" she gestured to the silent man beside her, "is still waiting for the clearance to have his plug pulled. He's been waiting for the past year because his family is too busy putting together a case against a certain doctor for insulting a 79-year-old woman and causing her mental stress…" she finished, smirking.

"Oh please, the old bat was already mental without my help," he said defensively, but keeping that smirk plastered on his face.

Cameron just rolled her eyes.

"Anyways, back to the issue at hand… get the hell out of my coma guys room!" he ordered.

She gave him a smirk, a glint in her eyes.

"Make me!" she challenged.

"Don't mind if I do" he replied. He lent his cane against the bed as Cameron sat her drawing on the table. Hobbling around behind her and began pushing her chair towards the door. She planted her feet and turned to look over her shoulder.

"Come on, you didn't think it would be that easy did you?" she laughed.

He glared at her, walking in front and grasping her wrist quickly, grunting he threw all his weight into it.

Cameron fought, she tried to twist away but soon was up and heading for the door. She began twisting and pulling away from him more violently. House grinned and let go, laughing now as she flew across the room and thudded against the opposite wall of the small room. He cringed as the dull thud came to his ears, that sounded like it hurt and as he walked over he was found to be correct. Cameron lay in a crumpled heap, coughing and spluttering.

He held out his hand.

"That wasn't very nice… what did the wall ever do…" he cut off as he suddenly found himself on the floor. Cameron had grabbed his hand and then swung a leg out, hooking it around his good leg. He came crashing down and a burning sensation crept up his spine. Automatically he quickly popped three pills, he was going to feel the tomorrow. As he was putting the little cylinder container away, he felt a sharp tug at his good ankle and found himself being dragged across the floor. He looked up to find Cameron dragging him inch by inch towards the door. Her sudden beauty mystified him; her face strained, sweaty and furrowed with effort but her eyes and lips smiled and teased him. He managed to snap out of the trance, only a meter away from the door and with one swift movement she crashed on top of him.