Rating: T just in case

Disclaimer: Yup I have the contract to House in my back pocket.

I know there have been different versions on House's shooting, but I wondered what would happen if there was a twist to the scenario. There are always two sides to each story.

The Gift of Sacrifice

His body was cold, and he couldn't stop it from the sudden shudders that racked it. He was still physically reacting hours after what he saw. House looked down to find both his hands covered in blood, even in the darkness of his office, he could clearly see the blood that covered his shirt and pants. How had things deteriorated so fast? Closing his eyes, he heard the gunshots, saw the bullet whiz by, and felt the burning of the bullet in his body, but he wasn't the one shot. The shots were meant for him, but he wasn't the one to pay the price. How many more times are people going to pay for his mistakes… No matter how many vicodins he took, he couldn't erase the image of a bloody Cameron from his mind, he couldn't stop replaying what had happened thousands of times wondering what he could've done to change the outcome.

The day started like many others, and that alone should've told House to be wary. The sun rose high in the sky, and his alarm clock showed the time to be 10:15. Damn Cuddy was going to chew him out; he wasn't usually this late. Although he can always give his extra clinic hours to Cameron, she is always the obedient one. House couldn't help but smile as he thought of Cameron. Just because he told her he didn't like her doesn't mean that he couldn't enjoy terrorizing her.

Quickly finishing his morning routine, he got on his bike and thought "today is going to be a good day." Quickly shaking his head he went on his way thinking that he'd been hanging around Wilson too much, he was actually being optimistic.

Cuddy had found them a new patient, and to the relief of everyone House didn't reject him. They were brainstorming possible diagnosis when a short balding man walked in and spoke the words that would haunt House's nightmares for years to come.

"Which one of you is House?"

House's eyes scanned the man from head to toe and replied, "That would be me Mr. Potatoe head, who's asking?"

The man's stance became rigid as he said, "The man who's wife you slept with you bastard." As the stranger said those words he pulled out the lethal gun and fired two life-altering shots.

Cameron who was standing closer to House, saw the glint of the gun first. With a violently whispered "NO!", she pushed House off of his chair with all her might, and felt the bullets propel her body backwards into the whiteboard.

House laid on the floor, and felt as if he was watching what was happening from a different set of eyes. Foreman had called for back up and was straddling the shooter, and Cameron was trying to stem the bullet wounds on Cameron's body.

"HOUSE! Help me, he hit an artery!!" yelled Chase, finally snapping House out of his shock. Moving as quickly as possible, he picked up the phone with trembling hands and asked for a stretcher and a crash cart. Moving with a deceptive calm, he neared Cameron's body, removed his jacket and used it to stem the bleeding on Cameron's chest while Chase blocked the blood flow from Cameron's thigh.

Looking at Cameron's pain-filled eyes, House prayed for the first time in his life that there really was a God out there watching over Cameron.

I know it's short, but the faster you Review and tell me your thoughts, the faster I continue writing.