Disclaimer: David Shore it would be most unpleasent if you sued me. I borrow and return in mint condition.

A/N: Well hello thurr(: I'm West which yes is my pen name, but proceeds to be much more awesome then my actual name. This is my first fanfiction, not my first writing project, by far, but my first attempt at fanfiction. So Enjoy. (Hopefully)


I am just a worthless liar
I am just an imbecile
I will only complicate you
Trust in me and fall as well

I will find a center in you
I will chew it up and leave
I will work to elevate you
Just enough to bring you down

Tool –Sober

She infuriated him.

How dare she want him!

How dare she want something so threatening to her well being.

She had told him she loved him, no lies or games present in her eyes. Only a disgusting amount of compassion.

What the fuck did she expect him to do?! Acquire goo-goo eyes and take on her confession with open arms. Stupid little girl. Not a woman a girl.

A girl with high hopes and a good word for every sack of miserable being on the planet. He popped another Vicodin and smirked bitterly.

Why was he revisiting this revelation now? She was playing twister with the Wombat , like fucking Barbie and Goddamn Ken, all they needed was The California Dream Van.

He mentally berated himself for remembering the name of that wretched pink, plastic automobile.

Not more then a second after finishing his self-hating mind rant, Immunoligist Allison Cameron came bursting through his door with a surprising amount of force.

He whipped up his head surveying her face, her eyes were red, swollen and glazed over, she had been crying. Before he could get a word out she plopped herself on his couch and proceeded to sob.

Fuckingshitgoddamnit, any and all swear words known to man, this was not good not at all, Greg House and crying women where not a pleasant mix, usually the crying just increased in volume and his cheek got to sport a brand-new five-star.

After a moment of deliberation, he took a spot next to her, figuring he couldn't possibly make her anymore misreable then she was now, then again her was just chalk full of fucking surprises.

"Whats wrong?", He quipped, "Has Chase uttered something mildly intelligent are you crying out of fear?"

She laughed at this. At least he thought it was a laugh, sounded more like that noise Wilson had made upon discovering his right eyebrow had been shaven off during his oh so peaceful slumber. Classic.

A period of tense silence followed. "Allison" he questioned? "It is about Chase" she admitted. "Um Chase" she continued. "Chase…", he cut her off, "Yes we've established that this little tale stars Everyone's Favorite Aussie".

She frowned and he fell silent. "Chase", she finished, "He cheated on me".

This was not what he had predicted. His instinct had told him, they had duked it out and Cameron was looking for reassurance on her views.

"With Who", he inquired his curiosty spiking. Assessing the situation later, that probably was not the best question to lead with, but a wolf in sheeps clothing is still a wolf, or something like that.

She sniffled, unfazed by his blatant inquest. "I think her name is Sarah, she works up in Peds" .

"Sarah Silicone?!", he raised his eyebrows increduloulsy using the nurses cruel but accurate nickname. "Well if it makes, you feel any better, your ass is without a doubt more stunning than hers" , he leered . She laughed quietly her throat still constricted from her recent crying spur.

Suddenly, he wanted to neuter , Chase, then preceed to kick his scrawny pretty boy ass all the way to fucking next week, he studied her forlorn face, screw next week how about oblivian?

Then he said something his mind hadn't gotten a chance to filter. "Screw Chase", he barked, "Cameron come have a drink with me". His dominant nature was waving red warning flags, but Greg house was good at ignoring.

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