A/N: Not my best work, sorry it took so long to post, I'll try to do better : )

Disclaimer: Not Mine…

Unlike the comfort of his own bedroom House was not blessed with dark curtains at the office that prevented sunlight from filtering into the room early the next morning. Groaning in pain and exhaustion his right hand immediately sought for the contents of his jacket pocket currently positioned on the floor beneath him. Sighing in relief as his hand struck gold he popped the lid off the bottle and swallowed two Vicodin, thanking all things holy that he had had the forethought to place the jacket in a handicapped accessible space.

Grimacing at the taste of the bitter pills along with his morning breath he could only groan when it dawned on him that he was indeed at work with no chance of sleeping in. Rubbing his eyes harshly as the pain in his leg subsided he managed to open his eyes and spy out his bag of extra clothes sitting in the corner of his office. Slowly sitting up on the couch he willed himself over to the bag and after grabbing his cane made his way to the door of the office, noting that it was only seven-thirty.

Pressing the down button for the elevator he waited patiently as the doors opened before stepping on to an empty cart. Reaching the bottom floor about a minute later he limped his way to the locker room where he wasted no time in grabbing a towel and stripping, his bag and cane forgotten on the floor as he stepped into a hot shower.

Lifting his neck to bare the heat of the water he sighed and ran his hands up and down his face and then through his hair. Turning his head from left to right he was awarded with a loud crack he sighed as his bones popped but no relief from the tension in his neck was rewarded. Leaning against the wall with one arm as the water poured over him he was shocked when a pair of arms wrapped around his frame and rested on his stomach.

"What now?" He asked as if this were an everyday occurrence.

"What, you're not even going to turn to face me?" She whispered, chills running over his body despite the heat of the water pouring down on him.

"What good would it do, you'll be gone in a minute anyway." He shrugged.

"Who says?" She replied, bringing her hands to his shoulders and turning him to face her.

"You said when you left." He sneered, looking into her eyes, ignoring the pain held there. She sighed and pressed her naked form against him. "Don't do that." He barked as her hands came to rest on either side of his face as she prepared herself to kiss him by standing on her tip-toes.

"Why not? I'll only be a minute anyway." She replied, mimicking their kiss two months ago by running her hand across his lips as he dropped her gaze and stared down at the floor.

"It hurts too much." He revealed softly, his eyes making their way up her naked form as the steam rose around them. This caused her hands to still and she grabbed both cheeks and pulled his gaze up to meet hers.

"If it hurts then fix it." She demanded. "You are a doctor."

"I tried to fix it and you left." He replied, eyeing his deformed leg.

"Is that what you're talking about?" She asked, her face contorting in anger. "Your leg?" He was silent for a moment before shaking his head and pulling away from her. "Why are you acting this way? You've never let things go like this."

"I know."

"After I resigned the first time you wouldn't leave me alone, what's changed?"

"I don't know." He replied through gritted teeth, tired of the conversation.

"I do." She replied, turning and making her way out of the shower stall, the door clicking to announce her departure and forcing him to snap his head up from where it was resting on the tile of the wall, his skin burning and pruned.

"Damn you." He said aloud, finishing up quickly and wrapping a towel around himself before stepping out of the shower to prepare for a day of pure hell.

"You look like hell." Chase offered as he stepped into the conference room an hour later.

"Why, how considerate of you to volunteer clinic hours for your sick supervisor." He replied, throwing him his name tag as a smile grew across Foreman's features.

"You've got a consult with Dr. Hurst today." House informed him, walking to the coffee pot and pouring himself half a cup, coffee had not been the same since she had left.

"What about our patient?"

"I'm sorry, I thought I was the head of diagnostics." He barked. "I am perfectly capable of keeping an eye on him, he's dismissed tomorrow anyway."

"Surgery went well?"

"Yes." He replied simply as he took a seat, throwing his cane on the chair next to him.

"What time did you get home?"

"Mom! I told you I had to go to Cuddy's sleepover." He replied as he rolled his eyes. "Bye." Foreman took to the hint and made a quick exit from the room, as eager to get away from him as he was to get of him. Pulling a chair out from the table House pulled out his PSP to allow his coffee to cool on the table. The game engrossed him and after completing the first level he saved his progress and put it down long enough to swallow down the bitter coffee that Chase had undoubtedly made. After two sips he counted the attempt a loss and began the second level of his game. Halfway through he heard the door being pushed open but didn't bother looking up.

"House." Looking up to see the serious expression on Wilson's face he lay the game down, looking inquisitively at his friend.

"What?" He snapped. "You're interrupting my game."

"It's Cameron."

"She doesn't work here anymore."

"Would you quit being such a smart ass for one fucking moment of your life." Wilson snapped back, placing his hand on his forehead and sighing.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"Cuddy just received a phone call from Yule…Cameron was involved in a five car pile up two days ago and was bleeding internally. They managed to stop the bleeding but she's slipped into a pain induced coma." Shock registered his features as Wilson continued. "They've called her family in…Cuddy's getting ready to leave…" He trailed off and cleared his throat.

In a moment House was on his feet and limping out the door. Stepping to the elevator and pressing the button in and holding it he watched the numbers move up and then halt before becoming frustrated and taking the door to the stairs.

"House!" Wilson called, rushing to keep up with his friend who was moving down the stairs as if he didn't have a bum leg. "Let me drive you, you're in no condition to drive." House remained silent as he cleared the stairs, his leg screaming in agony but his mind refusing to process the pain.

Reaching the lobby floor in less than a minute House walked swiftly out the front door and to his motorcycle, slamming his cane into its holster and jumping on as Jimmy finally caught up. "Let me drive you…" One look from House told him all that he needed to know and fumbling for the keys in his pocket he could only walk towards his own car on the other side of the parking lot. "I'm right behind you." His words however were drowned out by the roar of House's bike as he sped out of the parking lot.

A/N: Stupid? Delete the chapter and start over? Concept used too much in other fics? Let me know, that's the only way I know to continue and if ANYONE would be willing to beta the next chapter give me a holler, I would really appreciate the help.