Life Isn't Always Fair

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Rating: T For language and some other things or whatever

Full Summery: Life isn't always fair. House finds that out when he is hit by a drunk driver on his way home from work.

"3:45 pm and 11 no 12 seconds Doctor House checks out."

The person behind the desk cocked an eyebrow him. As if to say to him just say 3:45 pm for Pete's sake! "Dr. House..."

"Just write it down." House said getting a little vexed. A little. He went back to tapping the ground with his cane when he saw Cuddy walking towards him.

"House!"

House inwardly groaned. He knew what was coming. He was rubbing his right leg as he turned around. "What?"

"You skipped your clinic hours today. I want you to do double tomorrow to make up for it."

House slid his hand across his face in annoyance. "Look I was busy. Real busy. Nasty case today. He almost died. I don't know about you but I care about the kid." House said trying to look innocent. Wasn't working.

Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, nice try keep working on that. You didn't have a case today. You spent most of your time poking fun at Wison." Cuddy said as he placed both hands on her hips. House wasn't going to back down that easily though.

"It was fun."

"House, double clinic time tomorrow!"

"Fun sucker."

"Double!"

Just then Cuddy wondered why House was here this late. "House why are you still here?" House usually leaves early if he has no cases, but he's still here.

"Because you are still annoying me by talking to me."

Cuddy shook her head. "No I mean this late."

"Oh, hooker came to my office so I thought it would be a waste of time to drive all the way home and..."

Cuddy had heard enough and walked to the elevator. "Double, House!"

"Whatever."

House limped out to his motorcycle and started the engine. He put his cane into the holder on the side of the bike and got on. He then put on his helmet. He drove out of the parking lot and headed down the road. There wasn't a lot of traffic on this road right now. Weird.

While he was going down the road he came to a light. The light was green and he proceeded to drive through it. That's when it happened. The driver coming form the right didn't stop for the red light in front of him.

House didn't have time to even swerve out of the way. He had maybe a second. If that. The driver was drunk by the looks of it because the car wasn't going in a close to straight line.

He didn't have time to swerve so House sped up and tried to get away but the car slammed into the back of the motorcycle at a fair speed. House barely knew what was going on around him.

"Oh God." Then the world went black.

A little while later he could hear voices talking over him. But he didn't know who. Must be cops or something. Yeah, now House could hear sirens. He slowly opened his eyes. He could see red and blue lights flashing everywhere. Pretty.

"It's ok." Someone said softly.

"What hospital should we take him to?'' another person asked.

Another took something out of House's coat. "It says he works at Princeton-Plainsboro. Let's take him there since they know him."

House groaned and then let himself drift into unconsciousness. They lifted him on a stretcher and put him in the ambulance and drove to Princeton-Plainsboro where House had been not a hour before.

Cameron, Chase and Foreman were sitting in the room with the whiteboard and the long table. Cameron was pacing next to the board and Foreman and Chase were playing tic- tac- toe. So far Foreman was winning.

"I win again."

Chase groaned. "Not again. I give up." Chase then flung the pen at Foreman, hitting him in the head while laughing at him. Foreman shot him a glare and threw the pen back.

Cameron rolled her eyes at the two supposedly professional doctors who supposedly went to med. school and supposedly graduated. Now she wasn't so sure. "Oh, grow up you two!"

Just then all three of their pagers went off at once. The sound made the three of them jump up. Cameron was the first to unclip it form her belt. She read it and immediately reclipped it. It read: ER STAT!

The three doctors rushed down the hall to the ER without running over anyone. Chase almost tripped once. But only once. Foreman was cool as ever. Cameron was worried why they were needed down in the ER when other doctors were there to handle things there.

Her thoughts were now answered when upon coming into the room she saw what she never ever wanted to see in the ER again. Gregory House.

"House!" Cameron gasped. "What happened to him?!" She asked half yelled at the paramedics.

"He was hit by a drunk driver." The poor man started. "Luckily it wasn't dead on. The car just got the back part of his motorcycle. But still he's not in the best of shape."

Cameron nodded. Chase and Foreman were already busy helping the other doctors help House. "He needs to be transferred to the ICU now!" One doctor yelled. "Let's go!"

Cameron stood there. The whole world swirling past her. She didn't care or notice. There was only one thing she was worried about, and that was House. The immunologist watched as her boss was wheeled out of the ER and out the double doors. "House..."

He suffered mild head injury but nothing that should be really serious. Lost some blood so he's gonna need a transfusion. (I think that's what it's called) And thankfully he has not sustained any broken bones. We have him on morphine because there will be some pain when he wakes up. Other then that he should be fine in a week or two.

The doctors words echoed through her mind. What if he wasn't alright? What if he never woke up? What if...? Cameron shook her head. There was nothing to worry about right? House was alive and stable. But those ''what if" questions ran through her mind. What if...?

Cameron shifted in her chair beside House's bedside. Machines beeped the machine that was helping House breathe was making noise too. Cameron doubted House would want to be hooked up to all these cords and wires and what not else. But it was for his own good.

Chase and Foreman had been in earlier and tried to get Cameron to eat something but she refused. Foreman said he needed a consult in the clinic about a patient but he didn't fool Cameron.

The immunologist observed how peaceful and fragile House looked now. It reminded her of the time when he was shot by Moriarty. Cameron shook that memory away.

'Maybe I should eat something.' she thought. 'It won't take long.'

She was about to get up when she heard a slight moan. She turned to look at House. His eyes were open a little bit. A bit, but enough.

"House!"

House looked at her. He narrowed his eyes slightly. But he didn't say anything at all to acknowledge Cameron.

"I gotta tell Foreman and Chase!" Cameron gasped as he reached for her pager. She typed in the message and turned back to House. She started to examine him.

"Well your BP looks normal and it appears you're not in too much pain, and no abnormal heart rhythm and-" she was cut off.

"Who are you?"

Cameron froze. "What?"

House repeated again. "Who are you? My doctor? Friend? Cousin? Niece? What?'' He looked curiously at her. ''Hmm?"

"H-House..." Cameron stuttered. "It's me. Allison Cameron. I work with you."

"No you don't."

"Y-yes I do."

House was about to say ''No you don't again'' but this is where the other two ducklings make an entrance. Chase walked in first. "House!"

Then Foreman came in looking relieved. "Good you're awake finally."

House stared at them with his bright azure colored eyes. "Not more of you."

"Huh?" came Chase's reply. ''House it's us!"

Cameron was calling Cuddy and a doctor. She hung the phone up and came over by House. She stared him straight in the eyes. House stared back.

"House cut it out. It isn't funny anymore." she said as stern as she could muster right now. "I mean it."

Foreman and Chase exchanged glances. Was House really just messing with them? Now of all times? Well it was House after all. So maybe.

"No you cut it out. I don't work with you."

Just then Cuddy and that doctor came walking in. "House!"

House sighed. What was with these people. These people he had never seen before in his life. Or so he thought.

Cuddy stormed up to him. "What the hell were you thinking House?! Were you drunk or something?!"

House just starred at the woman before him. Sure he thought to himself. She's attractive but hell is she bossy. Then House observed the other three doctors. The one that called herself Cameron obviously cared for him to some degree. The other doctors were starring at either him or her. The one with the blond hair, who he gathered was British or Australian, was standing next to the black doctor who was calm and collected. He showed nothing on his face. Nothing.

Cuddy was still ranting when the doctor intervened. "Actually Dr. Cuddy, House had no alcohol in his system when he crashed. We did a test on the driver of the other car and he had over the limit allowed in this state. So this had nothing to do with Dr. House. For once." He mumbled that last part as he turned to check on other machines and whatever.

Cuddy looked like someone had slapped her a hundred times. Foreman was surprised that this wasn't House's fault for once. Chase pulled up a chair and sat in it with the back forward. Then he asked. "So House, you know who I am?"

Cameron shook her head. "Chase if he doesn't remember me he won't remember you."

House stared at him then to Cameron, then Foreman, then last to Cuddy. He looked at them all again trying to force himself to remember but that never works.

Finally he gave up. Cameron came over and put her hand on his back. "House...it's going to be ok."

House looked up at her. That made Cameron blush. His blue cerulean eyes showed so much right now. Things that House would never show. Fear. "I want to believe you, but I can't for some reason.'' House sighed.

Cuddy was coming around form that very surprising news. "House." she started. House looked up at her. "It will be ok. I promise."

"Hmph." came the reply. "I hope you can keep that promise."

And the end of Chapter 1! WOW! This is my first House Fic ever so be nice. If I make any medical or any mistakes for that matter please please correct me. But no flaming.

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