Caught

It wouldn't be her first time seeing him like this. House got angry over plenty of cases but this time it seemed different. She was snapped out of her daze as he started coming her way, and she could swear that he wasn't limping anymore but in fact walking. But she didn't think more of it for she was putting the scissors back and grabbing her purse. She needed to get out of there as much as she needed to cut. And she almost made it.

Almost.

"Cameron," he said again, grabbing her wrist. She squirmed and pulled at his hand but as she did she felt even more light headed and dizzy. With each tug he tightened his grip.

"What the hell." He looked into her eyes like he was trying to read her, again. She was angered by this. You don't know me. She tugged harder.

"Let me go, House." She said sternly. He didn't comply. And he wouldn't have if Cuddy didn't ruin the moment.

"House, get back to," she was stopped. "What's going on here?"

House let go off Cameron and she hurried past Cuddy. She went back to the conference room, tears blinding her. And Cameron didn't care anymore if she lost her job over this she had to do it and she knew it. If it wasn't mentally it was physically, her body needed it.

She rushed to her car, jamming the keys into the ignition, and speeding off to her apartment.

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House was stunned.

It took a lot for a man, such as House, to get stunned. It just never seemed possible. Surely cases had flown in and he had gotten the jest of pain and misery from patients alike. But no this was quite different than the rest.

It was Cameron.

At first it seemed devious to House, slipping out the room so she would go after the surgical knife again. But she never did. And when he came back to the conference room, she was gone. And like that House didn't care anymore what his beloved little duckling did, just that she didn't do anything, well, stupid. General Hospital was coming on and he didn't want to miss it.

Normal, every day procedure for House to avoid Cuddy and watch his little soap opera. And the world could keep on spinning, though House didn't look at it that way. He was wrapped up in so many things.

Like seeing Cameron in his coma patient's room. He sighed. Well, it was the first time he would use this room, but he still had priorities over Cameron. He was a damn cripple.

But soon he got over missing the beginning of General Hospital and regained his sense of adventure, or his sense of noisiness, which ever the two House definitely opted for spying on her.

He watched her as she took something out of her bag. Slowly she lifted her shirt, partially, and slid the scissors, which he finally could make them out to be, across her hip. He was shocked and could only utter her name so that maybe she would know he was here. But she didn't stop, in fact she did it again.

"Cameron!" He yelled. But she was crying and couldn't hear him, or so he thought. He watched as she had cut way to deep and the blood was close to pouring from her fresh scar. He couldn't believe how she could keep going after that.

"Cameron!" This time she heard him. She turned around, as if to yell back, when a look of realization appeared on her face. House didn't know when he started approaching her but when he finally did she snapped out of it as well. Quickly she threw the blade back in it's place, in the purse, and tried to get past him. He wouldn't let this happen, apparently, as he caught her by the wrist.

So after Cuddy interrupting House's little confronting, he yelled at her, and tried to find Cameron. It's not like he tried not to care but if he lost Cameron then he would...

He shook his head. He'd have to do his own mail. It was the only House excuse he could find for every other excuse he could find was a weakness. To him, that is. And he didn't like weaknesses at all.

He was Gregory House, damn it.

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"What's your name?" He asked.

She smiled sweetly.

"Alison."

He looked at her and she swore his eyes were glowing.

"Alison. I like it."

She looked at him as he approached her. The smile was gone and fear was present in her eyes. With every step he took forwards she took a step backwards.

"Alison."

"House?"

And this is the part where Alison Cameron woke up screaming yet again. It happened every night and she was sick of it. A coy smile was brought to her lips.

But she could fix that.

So like every night she ventured back to the bathroom and picked up one very lucky tool to slice away a very unlucky flesh. It was perfect, that is, until she heard banging at the door.

"Wilson?" She asked, frustrated.

No, when she opened the door it was...

"House?"