Okay, I changed my mind. In this story, House is forty-seven and Cameron is thirty-six, and Cameron is Cameron's maiden name. Thanks for the reviews! :)


Chapter One:

1995

It was summer, and Allison Willick couldn't help but be a little disappointed. She was stuck going to a conference in Washington, D.C. instead of going to Key West with some of her friends, but she kept telling herself that it would benefit her in future years as a doctor. But she still couldn't help but think the exact opposite at that moment. She sighed as she opened the door to the hotel where the conference was going to be held and where her hotel room was.

Allison looked at a giggling couple that was her age walk out the door of the hotel enviously. That's how she and her husband Danny should be, but it wasn't because Danny was dead. It still didn't stop her from thinking about how he should have gotten better and how they should be going on a belated honeymoon together and be happy like them.

Allison felt tears cloud her vision and she stopped walking. Danny was still a sensitive subject to her. She had just now started to allow herself to say his name. After his death only months earlier, she had gone back to her maiden name out of anger at him for leaving her. But now, as she was working on her last year with her bachelor degree before proceeding to get her doctorate degree in college, she was changing her mind. Soon she would probably change her name back.

But she wasn't sure yet.

She took a deep, calming breath before starting to walk again. A second later, something hard hit her knocking her to the ground. A person, she realized. Apparently that person had fallen to the ground on top of her. "Ugh," she moaned at the extra weight on top of her.

The person stood up immediately and she soon followed brushing and straightening her clothes. Then the person cleared his throat and she looked up to see that the person who knocked her down was a guy. A handsome guy. She felt her cheeks warms and she knew that they must be rosy red about now as she blushed. "Watch where you are going next time," he spoke gruffly.

"I could say the same thing to you," she replied without thinking. Then, after a second she muttered, "Sorry."

She could practically hear him grin as she stared at the square tiles below her feet in embarrassment. Suddenly, he was touching her arm and pulling her chin up to look at him. She flinched away from his touch immediately, but looked at him nonetheless. It had been awhile since a guy had touched her, not including her dad or the various mourners that had hugged her sympathetically at Danny's funeral, and it scared her.

"Hi," the man murmured. He looked at her curiously. She shivered under the scrutiny. "Gregory House," he thrust his hand out in front of her. She stared at it for a moment wondering what he was doing before she realized it.

"Sorry, I don't..."

"Talk to strangers?"

She nodded nervously.

He shrugged and spoke understandingly. "That's fine. There are lots of weirdoes out there now anyway."

He continued to hold his hand up and a second later she shook it. Allison smiled at him before widening her eyes in realization. "Gregory House…you're the speaker at the conference I'm going to."

He nodded not looking too happy about it. He avoided eye contact and she realized that he was nervous. It made two of them. "Not willingly." He replied.

"What did you do? Tick your boss off?" she joked.

"Something like that," he spoke, and her eyes widened in surprise. She laughed.

"I was joking."

"Wish I was."

"Wow, I thought with your records that you wouldn't have a boss." She stated and he shrugged.

"I know," he replied sarcastically and her smile disappeared. He went from being nice and charming to mean in just a second. She wondered why. He was probably just modest. She told herself. "I'm sure you have to go. See you later."

He said and walked off. She smiled to herself, bit her lip, and watched him go. Allison decided that she liked that Gregory House. Maybe the conference wasn't going to be too bad after all.

She reached the front desk a minute later. "Hi," she spoke nervously. She hated having to check into hotels. She was just too shy for that which surprised her that she just had a conversation with a random man at the hotel. "I'm Allison Willicks. I have a room booked."

"Of course," the woman replied as she began typing furiously on her computer. While she was preoccupied, Allison shot a glance at her nametag. It was Hailey. Hailey looked up at Allison a moment later, and Allison smiled at her. "Okay, it's number three-twelve."

"Thanks." Allison said and accepted the room keycards that the woman handed to her.

"Would you like someone to take your bags up there for you?" Hailey asked and she gestured towards the two bags in Allison's hands.

"Oh, no thanks, I've got them."

"If you're sure…"

"I'll help." A person appeared by her side a minute later. "Hi, I'm James Wilson."

She looked at him confusedly. "Hi, ah…I've got them, don't worry."

"Are you sure, Miss…?"

"Willicks," she didn't bother to correct the 'Miss' thing. He was nice…and cute too. Her brain added. Let him help you. It's been awhile since any guy has helped you this much. Danny would want you to move on. "Yes, it's fine. Thank you though."

He nodded understandingly and she took off walking towards the elevators. Pressing the button to it, she turned around to see that James Wilson was still watching her. She turned around immediately, blushing. Why were all of these guys being so nice? She asked herself naively.

Getting on the elevator, she sighed and thought once again that maybe this weekend wouldn't be so bad after all.

Once in her room, she yawned and collapsed on the bed sleepily. She was so tired she didn't even bother to put her pajamas on.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Once in his room, House sank into his couch and turned the television on. When he couldn't find the free porn, he settled on watching a game of football.

"Oh, hey, you're back." Wilson spoke walking out of his room of the hotel and marched over to the couch and took a seat beside him.

"Yep," House replied.

"I met the…." Wilson began only to have House interrupt him.

"Let me guess," House sneered sarcastically and spoke with his voice an octave above normal to imitate Wilson. "I met the cutest girl today, we flirted before she took me back to my room and I let her do nasty little things to me."

"Right, wrong, wrong. She was nice and cute… and kind of nervous too." Wilson paused, waiting for House to make a comment about how she was probably nervous about how the older, creepy doctor was hitting on her, but when he didn't Wilson continued. "I offered to take her bags for her because they looked like they were bigger than she was, but nothing happened. I don't think that she would have even told me her name if I didn't pester her about it."

"Oh and in your imitation of me I sound like a seventh grade girl." He added after an afterthought.

House shrugged. "If the condom fits..."

"House!" Wilson exclaimed, successfully interrupting him. His friend's boundaries should no longer surprise him after knowing him this long, but they did.

"Where'd you go?" Wilson asked after a moment of silence. "Down to the front desk to get more alcohol since the mini fridge ran out?" He asked while gesturing towards the small refrigerator in the mini kitchen of the hotel room.

"Yep," House then looked around alarmed. "Damn, I knew I was forgetting something." The oncologist looked at him strangely before his eyes' widened incredulously.

"Wait…you forgot to get alcohol, what happened?"

"An apocalypse. I was too busy fighting off that seven-headed dragon to worry about the drinks." House spoke sarcastically.

"Really." The other man spoke lamely.

"Of course," he put a hand to his chest looking away from the television to look at his friend like he was offended. "Would I lie to you?" He mocked.

Wilson rolled his eyes in frustration. He walked away from House and headed back down the small hall to where his room was. He muttered something that House couldn't distinguish, but it sounded something like 'grow up.' House grinned; teasing Wilson was his second favorite hobby. Teasing Cuddy was his favorite.

House felt the grin fade from his face when he thought about the girl that he had met. There was something different about her, and it wasn't just the fact that she was smoking hot. He coughed and shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts. He needed some more whiskey.

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Allison yawned slightly as rubbed her eyes before closing the door to her room. She had just woken up from her nap and it was six o'clock. Having been too awake to go back to sleep she thought about being in Washington and she had wanted to go and see the Washington Monument. She wasn't sure if she was ever going to get another chance to see it later that weekend she and just decided to go ahead and see it.

Seeing a drunken figure stumble in the hallway, Allison's heart rate sped up and she froze. Her hand gripped the doorway tightly and she thought about running in her room, locking the door, and just forgetting her plan to explore Washington all together. But all thoughts of that left her mind when she saw the drunken figure crash to the ground.

Her conscience and morals took over her body as she moved to help the man. She smiled at him slightly and helped him up to his feet. "It's you," he slurred drunkenly.

"Doctor House," Allison spoke surprised. She had thought that the world renowned doctor was above this, but apparently she had been wrong. "Where's your room?"

He shook his head, but then groaned when it started to pound at the sudden movement. "Don't wanna go back there."

"Why not?"

"And see him?" he exclaimed. "He'll give me lectures, Mister, Mister High-and-Mighty. Saint James."

Allison didn't bother to ask who 'he' was. "You have to go somewhere. You can't just sleep out in the hallway."

"Watch me," he argued as he slumped by against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Doctor House!" she exclaimed. "You can't!"

House didn't bother to respond, but he still cracked his eyes open slightly to look at her. "I can sleep in your room."

"What? No, you can't!"

"Yes, I can. I don't bite…unless you're a hooker that came here to sleep with one of these married doctors with families and you don't have your-"

"Stop!" she spoke loudly. After he cringed at the sound, she lowered her voice to a whisper. "Fine, come on, you can sleep in my room."

He nodded thankfully as she led him back down the hall to her room. Allison sighed. So much for her plans for the evening.


Oh, I don't exactly know like when House started working at PPTH or when he met Cuddy and Wilson so I apologize if the dates and everything aren't accurate. I'm not so sure these characters are in fact in character. So I'm sorry if you think that they are way off.

Once again this is un-betaed so please if you know anyone that could help please say so. Or type so. ;) Constructive criticism is welcomed and so are any and all ideas. I have a plot worked out in my mind, but I will consider your ideas anyway. And, as always, please review!