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Chapter Three: The Piano

Sounds of an amateur pianist flooded the room as House found himself in his apartment. It was half gone, most of his possessions were moved out and all that was left were a few things on the walls and a few bookcases with medical references in them. And obviously, his piano was there too. He couldn't see who was playing it just yet, but since Jessica was showing him Cameron's life without him, he could guess.

"Don't be afraid, look around," Jess said as she pushed him forward a little and egged him on. He took a deep breath and looked around his apartment. His lupus book was on the floor, opened up to the page where his pills used to be stashed. He looked in his trumpet on the shelf and found that that stash was gone too, they must have found all his secret stashes and taken them away. All of his vicodin was gone.

What still puzzled him was the sounds of the piano that were coming from the corner of the room. He came around the side of the piano and swore he almost broke down in tears at what he saw.

There was Cameron; her eyes were red and puffy, there were countless numbers of tissues scattered on the floor around her, and what looked like an entire bottle of scotch was gone. Tears were glistening down her face as her fingers gently moved over the white keys of the piano. She would hit a sour note every now and then, but she wasn't that bad; it looked like she'd taught herself over the years. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he knew he couldn't. She wouldn't feel him.

He turned around and saw Jess sitting on one of his couches that still remained. He sat down next to her and looked in Cameron's general direction. "I never knew she would be this broken up if I wasn't there," he said honestly as he looked down at the floor where the coffee table used to be.

"There are a lot of people who would be affected by you dying, Greg, you just don't know it. You save thousands of lives, you're friends with Cuddy and Wilson, and Cameron has a special place in your heart. Not to mention your parents and the rest of your family, no matter how much you try to deny it, there are people in this world that care about you more than you know."

House sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I never really thought that she liked me. I'm an asshole. Who in their right minds likes an asshole?"

"She sees past your hard exterior, and she knows that there is a caring House deep down in there somewhere, and that's always what she held onto. Lately, she'd given up, but the look in her eyes…it always held hope that she would find something in you that would make her want to try again. You just never gave her that chance."

"I didn't mean to upset her, but she doesn't love me, she needs me."

"How do you know that? Have you ever considered the fact that maybe she does love you? You know, I looked into it, and she doesn't need, she does love, though. She married her husband because she loved him, no other reason. She knew he was terminal, but she wanted to spend the last few months of her relationship with him letting him know that she cared about him. And he died knowing that. You were different, she loves you because she knows that she can see how unhappy you are, and she knows that she can make you happy again. She knows that she has the potential to love you, if you'd let her."

House was getting aggravated with all of this. He really didn't want to see anymore of this and he didn't like how accurate this Jessica girl was. He got up and went into the kitchen, listening to the soft piano in the background. He reached out and punched the wall, only to find that he couldn't penetrate it. It was like his relationship with Cameron, he just couldn't bring down his own damn walls.

He didn't know what to do anymore. He wasn't sure what his feelings were towards Cameron, and he didn't know that she would do anything about their relationship as this point. As Jess had told him; she'd given up, but he had to hold onto that hope as well, the hope that he could do something to make her want to try again. He just didn't know what.

Greg also thought back to when he first met Jessica. What did he mean that her partner was with his lady friend? Did that mean that Cameron was going through this too? He was so confused. Things were jumbled and mangled and he was having a hard time recognizing what was real and what wasn't. Finally, he just gave up and plopped down on the couch next to the blonde, and sighed. "Where to next?" he asked.

Jessica snapped her fingers.