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Chapter 10

The storm had long since gone, leaving only bright skies behind, the sun was slowly setting leaving an amazing sunset for all too see, it looked spectacular from the roof. House was sat against the hard wall on the roof, thinking about the day's events; worrying about Cameron. Slowly the door creaked open; he turned his head quickly to see Cameron stood wrapped in the blanket he had placed over her a few hours earlier. Her eyes still red from all the crying she had done that day, her face still as white as snow even but what bothered him the most was the sadness in her eyes.

"Hey" House said patting a space infront of him for her to sit on. She took her seat and lent against him sighing deeply, he knew she was still exhausted; he wrapped his arms around her warm body and kissed her neck. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired" she sighed, "I'm sorry, I kinda reacted badly to it all"

"Don't be, you've been through alot these last few months. Alison, you're bound to act like that the guy raped you for heaven's sake!" he didn't raise his voice at her, he refused to get angry and upset her further, but it took alot for him to hold back.

They sat there for a long while without speaking, enjoying the peaceful company of each other and watching the sun set in the bright sky. Neither needed to talk, just being in each other's presence was enough, he knew like she did, that people had been talking about them. Everyone knew how much she loved him, but they had never expected it back, and although he'd said to people that he didn't love her, that he was only trying to get her back on her feet because no one made coffee as good as she did, even the coffee machines, no one believed that was the real reason. The only two people who really knew how House felt, without him having to say, were Wilson and Cuddy, they knew it was difficult for him to show he cared or that he loved her like he does.

"Do you .. want to talk about it?" House knew that the counselling was helping her, but he had to ask, he wanted to know how she felt, what happened that rocked her so much, she didn't move let alone answer, "You don't have to"

"No, it's okay. He brought his wife into the clinic, I should have recognised the name when I picked the file up, but I didn't. I know, I know, Cuddy told me to stick to the just simple things where she could watch me and sorting out your mail, I just didn't think about it. The file said the woman came in with cuts that needed stitching, seemed simple enough" she sighed and took a deep breath before carrying on, "I walked in and closed the door, I looked up and examined her, I hadn't realised anyone was standing there staring, I knew she'd been either abused or attacked by someone and trying to keep my cool, House, I don't know how I did it" tears stung her eyes as she looked up at him, but once again, she continued, "I turned round to phone Cuddy and ask her to deal with it, I saw him stood in the corner and he stared at me, he touched my arm and I freaked I guess, I ran out the room. I tried phoning you and paging you, but you didn't answer"

"I'm sorry Allie, I'm so sorry" he wrapped his arms tighter around her upper body as he moved her close to him. "Cuddy phoned me and shouted at me down the phone, told me to stop skiving and get back up here because you needed me. I felt awful; I'd hidden in a cupboard downstairs so she wouldn't find me."

"Everytime I walk past pathology, I picture that night in my head, I always have to keep looking behind me or something, thinking he's going to be there again. I hate him. I guess I hated everyone abit, for not being there to stop him, I get angry at myself too for not doing something not shouting out or anything" he wiped away the tears from her eyes as she looked into his flamboyant eyes before leaning back against him.

"I don't blame you Allison, I feel the same there and it didn't even happen to me. I wish I had been there, then and today, I don't want to watch you getting hurt anymore."

A comfortable silence ascended over them both again, the sky was turning a deep purple as the sun was soon to disappear from view, but they were happy just watching and listening. All of a sudden, she broke the silence with a startling confession.

"It reminded me of .. my childhood" she admitted to him, but she didn't move to look at him like she had done all night.

"What do you mean?" he was intrigued, he knew something had happened to her in her life, something bad, she was damaged, afterall.

"For as long as I can remember, from when I was about 8 until 18, my Grandfather raped me. My parents knew, they helped him sometimes, locking me in his bedroom and waiting for him to go in before locking him in with me. It was .. like a ritual, he did it every Sunday when we went over there for Sunday dinner, no one cared to stop him, my parents didn't care, love or want me, they never had and they never will" her voice high and he knew tears were pouring silently down her colourless face, but he let her carry on, maybe it would help her to get it out, "he used to lay me on the bed and stuff socks in my mouth before tying a scarf round them so I couldn't spit them out, he'd hold my arms down with one hand and take off my clothes with, with the other before he .." she couldn't go on, but he knew exactly what she was going to say, he's sick, an evil son of a bitch, wrapping both his arms around her waist, he lent his head on her shoulder rocking her back and forth ever so slightly. Finally, she got up the strength to carry on, "When I was 16 I found out I was pregnant, I didn't know what to do, I didn't want a child and definitely not because of .. of what he did to me. I threw myself down the stairs, 3 times, it worked, I miscarried, I went and saw Dr Leah Ankyon-"

"Dr Ankyon of Mayo Clinic?" she nodded, he looked stunned, he knew it wasn't in her files or anything as he looked after she struggled with the babies who the team later diagnosed with echovirus 11, but for someone of the popular Mayo Clinic to hide something, he was truly taken aback. More so that someone as honest as Cameron would have been able to hide it for so long.

"She was a great help. She was there when my brother died" she looked down at the floor; he could feel the sadness running through her, he wanted to find out more, but she didn't want to upset her anymore than she already was, so he just looked at her, eventually, she answered his question for him, "he .. he had Adrenoleukodystrophy, he died when he was 11, I was 9, I remember helping my Grandmother and my sister take care of him, he got sick pretty quick towards the end, I held his hand as he died, I doubt .. he even knew I was there" she shook at these words, he began to understand why she was as damaged as he was, she'd been through hell.

"I'm so sorry Allie" he whispered in her ear as he turned her towards him and cuddled her tight to his chest as she cried a little more. He wondered if she'd ever told anyone about this, or talked about the pain it put her through, any of it, but he wasn't going to ask her, she was distressed as it was. After a few minutes her tears began to subside but neither of them moved from the embrace.

House suddenly grew tense, she lifted her head up to look at him, worried that there was a problem, he spoke shakily, "Allie .. I .. I love you" his declaration was barely audible, but she understood how difficult it had been for him to admit his feelings to her.

She smiled, the first smile for days, "I love you too"

She moved slowly closer to him, not taking her eyes from his for a second, he tucked his muscular arms around her slender waist and pulled her towards him, she reached up and rested her arms around his neck drawing him in to meet her kiss, all apprehension evaporated as soon as her lips pressed against his own. The kiss was simple, but for the both of them, it said everything. Resting her head against his chest she smiled slightly as she looked out across the many buildings surrounding them, she smiled contently; now sure of what he wanted, all he wanted was her, his girl.

It took another 20 minutes for Cameron to start shivering, it had been a long day for her, and House could only begin to imagine how tired she was. "Come on, let's get you outta here" he picked his cane up off the floor as she stood up, falling to one side slightly disorientated. "Woahh, careful" he grabbed hold of her arm slightly as she smiled weakly at him. Slowly they made their way back through the hospital, hand in hand, they looked a little more relaxed than they had a few hours before. On their way out, they walked past Cuddy and Wilson, who both smiled at them, Cameron smiled back while House gave a short nod in their direction, they watched as both Cameron and House walked out of the building, to the car park.

"He's told her" Wilson announced looking happy for both his friends

"Good. It's about time, about time he told her and admitted it to himself. She's waited for this for a long time."

"So has he Lisa. Just .. in a different way." Wilson admitted, he knew his friend all too well.

"I just hope he doesn't mess this chance up or hurt her, she's fragile, especially at the moment" she looked up at Wilson's eyes, she knew he agreed with her.

He shook his head at her, "Somehow, I don't think he will. I talked to him earlier" he said as they walked towards Cuddy's office, he opened the door for her and then followed her in before continuing, "he hates himself for not being there to protect her, he told me .. that she was his girl, his beautiful girl" Cuddy smiled at this latest admission, she kicked her shoes off and sat close to Wilson on the sofa, as she rested her head on his shoulder her wrapped an arm around her.

"Yeah .. they'll be okay" she agreed.

House pulled up outside his apartment, Cameron was now asleep in the passenger seat, he hated to wake her, but he knew he wouldn't be able to carry her all the way inside. "Allison, come on sleepy head, up ya get, I'm not superman, I can't carry you!!" she smiled as she sat up. She followed him up the steps into his apartment, as always it was tidy, he never spent much time in it except for sleeping so it wasn't surprising. He limped into his bedroom beckoning her to follow, he threw a long t-shirt at her, so she could get changed before pulling out pillows and blankets.

"What are you doing?" she asked him as he stood up to face her.

"Getting some blankets and stuff so I can sleep on the sofa" he explained to her, looking slightly confused at why he asked.

She instantaneously shook her head "No, please don't, I don't .. I don't want to be a-alone" his heart ached to see how all of this was affecting her, she sounded like a child, a helpless, defenceless child who needed protecting and constant contact. He limped towards her at her words and drew her into a hug as she hung onto him. She let go and walked towards the bathroom to get changed as he got out of his clothes also.

The t-shirt he had given her fitted great, it wasn't too short but it wasn't drowning her either which she was grateful for. He was already lying on the bed as she walked back into the room. He smiled up at her, regardless of what she'd been through these last weeks, she still looked gorgeous, and she always would. She lid into bed next to him, he wasn't sure what to do, whether to cuddle up to her for the security she so desperately needed, or leave her for fear of scaring her. He didn't have to decide though, as she moved closer to him, grabbing his hand and wrapping it around her body securely. He pulled her in close, every inch of their bodies touching allowing all the tension within them both to vanish, he kissed her temple lightly as he finally felt her relax in his hold, she sighed contently before speaking.

"Thank you" she yawned before carrying on, "for everything, I don't know what I'd have done without you Greg"

He smiled down at her; "I'd do anything for you Allie" they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arm, happy and content that they both had what they desperately needed.

It had been 5 weeks since he raped her, he knew she would get there eventually, he just wished that it had never happened. For now, he was just glad that she needed him; they would get through this together.