A/N: I don't own House... and thanks for all the reviews!!!

Another look at those shining eyes and Cameron wanted to melt. The beautiful young doctor always had a weakness for House. There was always more to him than met the eye and every fiber within screamed "GO WITH HIM!" Unfortunately her caring nature always seemed to place her away from House. She desired to help people, and The gruff older doctor always refused her attempts to comfort him.

With a heart heavy sigh, she shook her head, her blond hair following every movement. "House," the name hung stale in the thick air, "I can't right now. Maybe... after... well, what I mean is..."

Dr.House interjected, "Let me guess, you'd rather spend another four hours pulling shards of glass out of car accident victims." House leaned his cane against the wall with a loud 'thump' causing Cameron to nearly jump out of her skin. "God, Cameron, you need this, I need this, what's the debate?"

Stumbling back a few steps Cameron replied almost unsure of herself, "I don't work for you anymore, House." Her voice began to grow louder, yet still held a soft quality she'd never been without, "you CAN'T make me do things like you used to. Now if you'll exc-"

Through her heated words she hadn't noticed, or cared, that House steadily limped closer to her. Before she'd had a chance to react her body was pressed into the door and House's wild eyes looked deep into her soul. Pausing mid-word she softly uttered his name in intense confusion. Her brows furrowed under his strong gaze, "what is it?" Allison nearly whispered as she raised her hand to the side of his face. The young doctor glided her thumb across his cheekbone, now pushing all thoughts of work from her mind. "what's wrong House? What do yo-"

House then did the unexpected. Breaking eye contact he leaned in to kiss the questioning Cameron, swallowing all the questions that were spewing forth from her tiny form. Resisting at first she soon gave in, allowing their warm bodies to press closer together. His smell invaded her nostrils, the familiar musky scent sending her over the edge. It was almost too good to be true.

Her hands wandered through his hair and his slid down her obliques and around her subtle hips. House knew he'd get her to come with this move. The gruff doctor was desperate, she'd become his only hope for ridding these images from his mind. A surge of pain shot through his body, causing him to release her sensuous lips and lay his head on Cameron's shoulder. Silent shivers ran through his body causing his chest to expand and contract with deep breaths.

Greg stood back, allowing Cameron to unpin herself from the wall. Two large hands rested on her shoulders forcing her to meet his gaze once again. "Allison, come with me..."

Cameron nodded her head reluctantly, "Just let me grab my keys."

He released his grip, "No time. I need you to come, now." House grabbed his cane from the wall then left the tiny ER room. Cameron followed with an inquisitive yet worried look upon her features. upon leaving, she picked up his helmet, insisting he not touch anything with his charred hand. Together, they mounted the motorcycle and sped off into the warm July night. Thoughts and images from those 96 seconds left his mind momentarily, as he thought of those porcelain hands around his mid section. It wasn't until he'd arrived at his home that the thoughts once again swam over him.

Dismounting, he fell hard onto the grass, the darkness from "dying," momentarily consuming him. House didn't even attempt to get back up. Cameron ran to his side, rolling him onto his back so his airway was clear. She understood immediately why he'd come to her, and kissed her into submission. He couldn't turn to Cuddy or Wilson because they would never let him hear the end of it. His interns were far too new, and Foreman and Chase only found House as a coworker and nothing more. To Cameron, House was a friend, and she was now determined to see what he was up to.

With Cameron's assistance, they made it into his home. "I think I saw something, Cam."

She shrugged off his comment, paying no attention to what he had to say but more or less to his bodily responses. House's wild eyes were bloodshot and irritated. His palms were clammy and he was placing more body weight on Cameron than he'd ever placed on his cane. Something was definitely wrong, and as a doctor she had a moral obligation to right this wrong. Allison gently laid the tall doctor on the couch and wiped the sweat from his face.

"You're burning up. Wait here." Cam simply put before she left to his bedroom.

She dug through House's dresser drawers, looking for clean clothes to change him into. Most of his clothes were scattered about the room in disarray as though they hadn't been washed in months. After several moments of digging she came upon an old band t-shirt, thin boxers and a light pair of flannel pajama pants. With her prize in hand she ran to the living room and proceeded to undress the half-conscious man. Sweat soaked every parcel of clothing she removed, he was obviously very worried about something. Greg's chest glistened when she pulled his shirt over his head. It would defeat the purpose to slide another shirt on at this point.

With a graceful agility she ran to the bathroom grabbing a few of the cleaner looking towels. Wetting one, she grazed it over his chest and face, eliciting a relieved sigh from House. He stopped her for a moment just to look into her eyes. Thanks pooled from his eyes as he drifted into a dazed state. He was more than pleased to have her there but he'd never verbally admit it.

Upon sliding the thin cotton T-shirt over his head she proceeded to undo his belt and tug at his jeans. House smiled and looked across at Cam, "I'm not having sex with you, but you're welcome to give me a little blow."

Cameron just shook her head and continued to remove the clothing that clung to his body ever so tightly. A slight gasp escaped her lips when she saw his damaged leg. It was no wonder he was in so much pain. The area was heavily scarred and severely misshapen. It hurt her to even look at it. Gently she ran her porcelain digits across the scar, "Greg..."

"Hm?" was his feeble response. Images were flooding his mind and the encroaching fever did nothing to help the matter. He groaned in discomfort when the cold cloth made contact with the lower half of his body. Quickly, she slid clean boxers and pajama pants on him. House tossed and turned on the couch, "Cam, I-"

"Sh sh shh..." Cameron placed a finger on his lips, "whatever you have to tell me can wait till the morning." Concern wafted over her face, "you need your rest. I'm here..." Allison looked at his limp form and decided not to risk a trip to his bed. He was almost twice her wait and in this state she knew House wouldn't be much help.

Cameron picked up his sweaty clothes and turned to head toward the laundry room, Halted in mid-step she turned to face those sparkling blue eyes once again. "Please, Cam, don't leave."

A pleasant smile spread across her lips, "Don't worry, I won't."

With that, she tossed the clothing and jacket into the overflowing bin of dirty laundry and she found her other clean cloth. In gentle strides she wet the cloth in ice water and placed it on the forehead of Greg's sleeping body. Convinced that he'd be okay for a few minutes she freshened up and rid herself of her dirty scrubs. When she finally returned to House's side she had on a pair of his boxers and an old T-shirt from his dresser. Wrapping one of his blankets around herself she continued to care for him, changing his cold compresses and making sure she didn't sweat through his clothing again.

Well into the night she managed to whisper "I hope what you saw is worth all this..." soon thereafter she managed to drift into an unencumbered sleep. Her head lay on his chest, House's heartbeat comforting her through the night, and her body was on the floor. She'd have a heck of a time explaining to Cuddy why she wasn't there the next day.

A/N: to be continued... Please Review!!!!!