Title: Just Drinks

Author's Note: Sorry I was away for so long. I've been having computer problems and it went out on me two days after my birthday whats up with that stuff? And now today just as I was going to do my homework it decides to work. Seriously I do not understand technology. Anyways, I had to resort to writing on paper so here's chapter 2. Enjoy.

Chapter 2

Against his better judgement House let his guard down. Don't get him wrong if there was anyone he would want to let his guard down with in one night it would be Allison Cameron. She had everything he had ever wanted, she was beautiful, had the most amazing eyes he had ever seen, but the one thing House had loved the most about Cameron was her laugh. It spread like a brush fire it went from one patch of dried grass to the next.

Deep down he knew he was doing the right thing by asking her out for a drink but the stubborn, scared part of him knew he was making the worst mistake of his life. He had been hurt in his life, that was obvious with Stacey. He wasn't going to put himself through that kind of pain again. But with Cameron he was willing to take that risk, especially after last night. He knew alcohol was supposed to cloud his judegement but for some reason it made him finally see what had been starring back at him for years. So, why did he leave his own apartment two hours before work?

As his bike raced down the street memories of last night drifted into his head. He remembered how his heart started racing when he saw her sit down next to him. How cute she looked when she pretended like the whisky wasn't burning her throat. How cute she looked with her hair spread out like wings as he laid her down on the bed.

He could still feel her cold hands on his skin, the way she smiled up at him, the way they seemed to fit together when they cuddled afterwards. He felt a smile come up over his lips and realized suddenly he didn't want that feeling to go away. Ever. "House..." she said in nothing more then a whisper. He pulled away gently and cupped her cheek into his hands, "I'm right here" he said in just as much of a whisper as her voice had been in. Letting her know that he wasn't going anywhere. Not this time.

He remembered how her face had lit up instantally at his words. And somehow he knew that he was going to be ok. That if he was to get hurt again it would be all worth it. Just to be able to see her smile the way she did the night before was enough to make the pain he would experience just a little easier. So why did he leave so early? That still puzzled him. If he was willing to commit to her why did he leave? Without warning House heared the squealing of breaks and the honk of a car horn. He snapped his head into its direction and didn't have time to react before he felt the license plate collide with his leg. He felt the metal of his bike fall out from under neath him as he went up and over the car.

He felt his shoulder hit the hot pavement and then heared a loud crack. He forced himself to roll over onto his back and he knew as a doctor or just as a normal human being that wasn't a good idea because he could have broken his neck and caused spinal damage. He looked up at the sky and let his eyes close slowly.

His leg was pounding from the impact, his head and shoulder was killing him and he could faintly taste blood in his mouth. He never liked to pray to god but now he thought this was as good of a time as any. He heared Cameron's voice come out of no where. He looked over to his left and saw some people crowding around him, asking what had happend. He wanted to scream at them. Tell them that he needed an ambulance and that they were just like everyother percent of America. That they were a memember of the minority that stopped to watch the car accident without calling for help. "I love you, House." where the last words he had heared before that dreadful black place took over him.

TBC...