Hello Lovelies, I'm sure just like many of you, as I watched the last House/Cam scene in "Teamwork" I felt inspired to write a new story. I'm not exactly sure where this story is going to go yet, as it was just a random burst of inspiration (I usually have a story completely planned out before I even start to write it)…So If any of you have any suggestions, or ideas about where it should go, please don't hesitate to let me know : )

I do warn you, this story will have Huddy in it (I'm trying to follow the cannon as much as possible…as much as it sucks currently) …I do promise though that I'm a House/Cam at heart ;) I think just because our ship has been ripped from the show, that doesn't mean that we can't help one another through this horrible time with fanfics heh.

Anyways, here it is…Please let me know what you think, and I hope that you enjoy it :)

Somewhere Only We Know

Chapter One

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"Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me when, you're gonna let me in

I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin"

"And if you have a minute why don't we go

Talk about it somewhere only we know?

This could be the end of everything

So why don't we go, somewhere only we know

Somewhere only we know?"

~*~

Gregory House grumbled as the elevator arrived at his preferred location and he began limping towards his office.

Although he had concluded a long time ago that the world sucked, today in particular had been especially painful for him.

He has first awoken to his leg throbbing in pain. He then arrived at work only to find that his parking space had been taken, forcing him to have to ride his motorcycle through the ambulance bay and into the hospital.

He then found himself in his bosses (and more recently girlfriend's) office, where he somehow went from being yelled at for riding his motorcycle into the hospital, to being yelled at for being too withdrawn recently.

One little comment about how she was only trying to reassert her power now that they were sleeping together, and he suddenly found himself spending the entire morning in the clinic.

He continued to grumble in frustration as he limped into the conference room, feeling grateful that the team were off running tests. He grabbed a spoonful of coffee and dropped it into his red mug and began to stir.

He took a sip feeling sorry for himself, when something, or more correctly someone walking briskly past the conference room caught his attention.

No, it couldn't have been her he told himself, shaking his head.

She was blond now.

He was probably hallucinating again.

He took another sip, tilting his head to the side as he watched the woman speed past the window, doing anything in her power to keep her face hidden as she did so.

Unable to let it go, he quickly put his coffee down, grabbed his cane, and paced out of the conference room.

"Cameron?"

Slowly, Allison Cameron turned around to face him. A once-again brunette Allison Cameron he noted to himself. At least something was going his way today.

He frowned, subtly taking in her appearance. Her long brown hair fell in loose curls around her features, and she was dressed casually, almost unnatural looking without her crisp white lab coat.

He smiled, she hadn't changed a bit.

A small, although genuine smile graced her features. "Hi House."

"Hi..." He repeated, not quite sure what else to say. He took a few more steps closer to her to close the distance, and balanced himself on his cane.

Cameron took in his appearance as he stepped closer. He looked exactly the same as when she had left, though more rundown. He had however grown his hair out again, which made her smile. She'd always liked his hair longer. It made him look younger.

"Long time, no see." He spoke slowly, and she looked up and noticed that he was smiling at her in a way that would have made her squee like an idiot when she had first started working for him all those years ago.

She smiled back. She was still angry for what he had done to her almost three years ago, however he was actually being friendly to her, so she thought that she'd resist bitch slapping him…for now at least.

"I know, it really has…" She trailed off as she watched House put a Vicodin in his mouth and swallow it dry.

House watched on as Cameron's eyes widened at the bottle of Vicodin. She obviously wasn't aware of the fact that he was back on the "big bad pills", and had been for quite some time now.

"How are you, House?" She asked, choosing not to comment on the pills. She folded her arms, but continued to stare at him earnestly. House met her gaze, looking unbothered by their shared intensity.

"Stop deflecting." He grinned, knowing deep down that he was the one doing the deflecting. "You know that sooner or later I'm going to ask you what you're doing here."

"Was in the area." She shrugged her slender shoulders simply. "Thought that I'd drop by and see a few people while I was in Princeton."

"Like?"

"Like people, House."

"Which people?"

"Just people, okay?" She laughed slightly, happy that in a way he hadn't changed at all. "You don't have to be so skeptical."

"Me? A skeptic?" He feigned in mock-horror. "I hope you have proof."

Against her best wishes, Cameron laughed again, which brought a smile to House's face. As ridiculous and corny as it sounded, he had always secretly loved seeing her smile…and when he was the reason for it, somehow it felt even better.

They stayed in a comfortable silence, memories flying through their minds. After a few moment, Cameron watched as a young woman approached them. Short blond hair, test results clutched in her hands. It didn't take her long to deduce the fact that this was Doctor Taylor Macy. Cameron had remained in contact with both Foreman and Wilson since she had left, so she was fairly up to date with the comings and goings of the hospital.

Thirteen had left at the end of her fellowship, deciding that she wanted to live out the rest of her life to the fullest, instead of being subjected to House and Foreman on a daily basis. Taub had also left, deciding that despite the lack of proper meaning, working as a plastic surgeon was actually where he was always meant to be.

That just left Foreman and Chase, who both had become permanents in the diagnostic department. However since Princeton Plainsboro was a teaching hospital, Cuddy had insisted that House hire at least one fellow, and when he didn't, she and Wilson just found the applicant that House would find the most aesthetically pleasing…and Doctor Macy certainly fit the bill.

Cameron was suddenly brought out of her thoughts as House started to raise his voice at Macy.

"I already told you, I don't need to see her." He exclaimed in frustration. "It's Schizophrenia. Hubby has been slipping her booze…it explains the symptoms and the tox screen levels. Now go away…can't you see that I'm busy?"

The young woman looked at him in shock. "You don't want to come and see her so you're condemning her to a life of Schizophrenia?"

"Beats dining alone." House shrugged

"I'm ordering her a full body scan." She said defiantly before turning on her heals and retreating back the way she came.

"You hate full body scans." Cameron pointed out once Macy was out of earshot, causing House to turn to her as a smirk danced across his lips.

"What can I say? Team aint what it used to be." He said as he raised his cane and used it to point in the direction that Macy had gone. "Everyone has a right to be stupid, but some people just abuse the privilege."

"I'm sure she's not that bad…"

"She thought that Hannah Montana and Miley Cyrus were two different people." House injected.

"Oh."

They stood in silence for a few moments as an air of uncertainty passed over them. He had so many things to ask her, so many things to tell her, and yet none seemed to be appropriate right at that moment.

Cameron was the one to break the silence. "Well anyway, I'd better go…It was good to see you again House." She forced a smile as she turned to walk away.

It was her tone that caught House. It's mournful, hopeless depression causing him to realize that she was still deeply hurt for what happened almost three years earlier.

Damn it, he'd hoped that wouldn't be the case.

He grabbed her hand and spun her around to face him. He wasn't going to just let her walk away again.

Even if he was poison.

Cameron looked him in the eyes, an unreadable expression on her face. "What are you…" she trailed off in uncertainty.

"Come and have lunch with me." The words flew of his mouth before he even had a chance to think about it. "You know, catch up…for old times sake?"

Cameron gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand. House knew deep down that she was actually gesturing for him to let go of her hand, but that one small motion made him feel more reassured than he had in years. She might have been angry, but she was still Cameron.

"I'm sorry House, I'm busy at the moment." She smiled slightly, slowly dropping his hand, fully aware that a few walkers by had noticed Doctor House holding onto the hand of his former employee, and looking at her rather affectionately (well as affectionately as was possible for House). "You take care of yourself though."

And with that she was gone.

House leaned further onto his cane and ran his hand through his hair.

What the hell had just happened?

He limped into his office and stopped at the door.

Wow he thought to himself.

He had not been expecting that. Sure the thought had crossed his mind that Cameron would return one day. Actually, to be perfect honest, he'd hoped that she would. He'd really hoped that she would. He'd missed her, a lot. However today it had caught him completely off-guard.

Outwardly she hadn't changed at all (apart from the hair which he was still thankful for).

How the hell was it possible for a woman to look even younger after almost three years?

She looked even more gorgeous than he'd remembered her if that was even possible.

However there was something different about her.

Something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

That was Cameron though. An enigma wrapped in a riddle. Just when he thought that he had her figured out, she'd do something that completely shifted his thinking and sent him right back to where he started from.

She had been right that night in his office. He loved puzzles, and she was his favourite one.

He quickly shook his head to rid himself of those thoughts. Cuddy, he reminded himself.

Needing a distraction, he set off towards Wilson's office. When he became in seeing distance of it however, he stopped in his tracks.

Wilson and Cameron were standing there, having a very nice little chat it seemed.

House didn't get it. Cameron seemed like she was trying to run away from him, but she went looking for Wilson?

He watched on as Wilson smiled and lead her into his office, closing his door behind them.

Fuelled by his curiosity, House limped hastily to Wilson's office door and realizing that it was locked, gave it a few loud knocks with the top of his cane. "Open up Wilson!"

House listened at the door for any signs of life, before knocking again. "Wilson, oh Wilson," he sung. "I know you're in there!"

"Go away House, not now!" He heard the oncologist yell from the other side of the door.

House thought to himself for a few moments. This would require him to pull out the big guns. He waited until there were a lot of passersby in earshot, before he started to yell in mock-horror. "Doctor Wilson! What's that moaning I hear in there? Are you okay?!"

A smirk danced across House's lips as he realized that he was building up a small audience. "I saw that you took Doctor Cameron in there with you Doctor Wilson!" He yelled again. "I take it that she knows about the rash but doesn't care?" He paused once again to allow his lungs to fill with air. "Doctor Wilson! Answer me please!"

The door suddenly flung open, and the two very angry looking doctors walked out. House could tell that they were both dying inside of embarrassment. Neither of them had ever really boded well with causing a scene, and that was exactly what he had done.

"Are you insane?" Wilson asked his friend in a huff of indignation. "Wait...don't answer that."

"Nope." House grinned. "Have a piece of paper from my shrink saying that I'm not and everything."

Realizing that the people weren't going to leave, and that Wilson was growing more and more angry by the second, Cameron stood in between the two males, and put her hands up to keep them apart. "Come on guys." She said softly, "We have an audience, let's not make this more than it is okay?"

Calming a little, Wilson stepped back slightly. "You know that Cuddy will have your ass for causing a scene like this?"

"Cuddy already has my ass." A smirked danced across House's lips as he looked down to Cameron. "Jealous?"

"Oh yeah House." She paused for a moment to glare at him. "Back on Vicodin, ordering full body scans…" She trailed off as she smirked, meeting his crystal blues in a blatant challenge. "I can't wait for the day that I'm as happy as you and Cuddy are."

A small gasp slipped out of Wilson's mouth, as he looked back and forth between Cameron and her former boss. He couldn't help but grin. This little argument just got interesting.

Recovering from his momentary shock, House smirked as he looked down at her hand that was still slightly raised in case she needed to break him and Wilson apart again. "No ring I see. I may not be completely happy, but at least I'm getting some at the moment, unlike you."

A bunch of audible gasps quickly erupted from Wilson and the random assortment of doctors, nurses, patients and visitors looking on. Wether it was because House had just straight out announced that he was sleeping with his boss (an announcement that could get Cuddy into a lot of trouble), or because everyone knew her reasons for leaving in the first place, Cameron didn't care. She was way too angry.

"Oh now that's rich." She spat, stepping forward and getting right up in his face. "Gregory House mocking someone else for being alone. I guess you conveniently forgot why my marriage fell apart…I'm sorry that I haven't been able to jump quickly back into a long-term relationship after my cruel and vindictive former boss destroyed my marriage."

House looked around as he noticed Cuddy appear at the scene, no doubt after being tipped off by one of the nurses that she had brainwashed. He knew that she was going to kill him for this, but he didn't care. He wasn't going to back down. "Well then if I'm such a poison to be around, then what are you doing back here?" He looked back down to Cameron. "Come running back to the wombat because nobody else could handle you? Because you married a dying man and now you're too screwed up to commit…"

He didn't even have time to act to prevent it. In one swift movement, Cameron slapped him across the face. She hit him as hard as she could, feeling a moment of grim pleasure as she saw him grab his face in pain and stumble backwards a little.

"Fuck you." She spat. "You have absolutely no idea what is going on in my life." She paused for a moment, and House could tell that she was trying her hardest not to let a tear slip down her cheek. "I'm here to see Wilson, not Chase…and sure as hell not you."

House watched her spin around and retreat back into Wilson's office. He turned to Wilson who was still shaking his head in astonishment.

The oncologist opened and closed his mouth. Then opened it, and closed it again…not quite sure what to say or do. Finally, he also started walking back into his office, closing the door behind him.

Cuddy rushed over to him and grabbed his cheek, tracing her fingers over the red mark. "Oh my God, are you okay? What was all of that about?"

House really didn't want to deal with this right at that moment. "I don't know." He said simply, before pulling his head away from her and limping back down to his office.

Once inside he drew the blinds, grateful that for once Cuddy hadn't followed him.

He didn't really know what emotion he was feeling, but he did know that whatever it was, it was something stronger than he had experienced in years.

He brought his hand to his burning cheek and groaned inwardly.

What was she doing here?

He hadn't seen her in almost three years, and now she just shows up out of the blue to see Wilson?

It just didn't make sense

One thing was obvious though…

A part of her still hated him for what he did…A big part.

A tiny part of him though, the miniscule part that was left of his conscious, knew that she had every right to hate him…for going behind her back to Chase and destroying her marriage.

Their last meeting together had been replayed over and over in his mind more times than he could remember.

"You ruined him…so he can't even see right from wrong…can't even see the sanctity of a human life anymore…"

She paused for a moment. The tears that had been threatening to fall and wash over her had finally begun to form in her eyes.

"I loved you, and I loved Chase…I'm sorry for you both, for what you've become because…there's no way back for either of you."

Her words had cut him to the core.

But that's what Cameron did. Her straightforward sense of honesty (which he had always secretly admired) had the ability to tear down any falsities or excuses that he had formed for his behavior, and leave him feeling naked and exposed…staring at nothing but the strikingly ugly truth.

As she finished her speech, another realization hit him brutally. It had been the first time in over two years that he had actually looked at her, like really looked at her. He had spent so much of his recent time wooing Cuddy and seeing dead people that he hadn't even noticed her change and mature and into the strong, and admittedly sexy woman that was now standing before him.

Six years ago she wouldn't have picked up on the fact that he had already known the diagnosis…she would have unconsciously fallen for his games just as Thirteen, Taub and even Foreman and Chase had done. Now however, she was savvy to his games and schemes as soon as he had proposed them. She had the ability to match him. It was hot…but also unbelievably daunting.

He had told her that he had tried to teach them to think for themselves…so why did it feel so bad the minute one of them actually did it?

He looked down as her extended arm appeared in front of him, memories of years ago in his apartment flooding back to him like a monsoon. However just like then, he couldn't simply take her hand and shake it. Because if he did, it would be giving her the affirmation that he actually accepted what she was doing.

He wouldn't let her just walk away like this.

He couldn't let her.

However right at that moment, he had absolutely no idea how he could stop her.

He was the guy that had the answers to everyone else's questions.

He was the guy that supposedly knew everything.

Yet he knew nothing that could help himself.

He had known every condition possible, every publication date, every song ever written, every location ever chartered, every piece of history that has ever occurred on every subject, every person of significance, and every continent ever populated.

But yet he didn't know the date of his own Birthday, or how to force his stubborn ass to reach out to her and try to explain…to try and make her stay.

Probably because he was poison.

She leaned up as her lips grazed his stubbly cheek, and he was frozen. Cameron was one of the few people maybe even the only person that could make his brain calm down for the moment and stop seeing, feeling, and processing everything.

She pulled away, making her way out of his office, and he didn't think that he could move.

It was one of the very rare occasions where he had genuinely been in shock.

He knew that the pain would come next.

Then the anger.

And then the bittersweet taste of vengeance coupled with the obsessive need to seek her out, confront her, and make her pay for making him feel like this.

He had followed her until the threshold of his office door. Then he had the brutal realization that he couldn't physically catch her, let alone think up something right at that moment to make her stay.

House signed ruefully as he sat back in his chair, trying to push the memories of that night out of his mind.

So why was she suddenly back here now?

He had little doubt that Wilson knew.

The oncologist had been traveling to New York regularly to visit Cameron since she had left.

He would always return with some ridiculous looking "I (heart) NY" shirt, and stories about his and Cameron's wacky adventures in the big city.

This went on for about two years, until Wilson's visits to New York started to become more and more frequent. He no longer returned home with a bunch of "entertaining" stories to tell him, instead he would return and seem completely preoccupied for a good few days afterwards.

Once or twice House had asked him about his little trips to see Cameron, becoming more and more curious as time went on.

"So…how was New York?"

"It was fine. I've got to go see a patient."

This left House with only one conclusion.

They were sleeping together.

He had to hand it to Wilson. He had managed to keep it fairly well hidden for a long time now. However Cameron mysteriously returning almost three years after she left to see him left little doubt in his mind.

He needed to get to the bottom of this.

And he would be later on while Wilson bought him lunch.