I never told you that I loved you. That was my biggest mistake. I never told you that I see you. I see you even when I'm not awake. I never told you that I hear you. Even when you're not even near. I never told you that I hate you. It was something you could already feel. I never told you how much you disappointed me. Every time you turned around. I never told you because we had so much time. And then it came too soon. I never told you because I was afraid. Never would I have thought you were too. I never told you why I stayed. But then again, neither did you. I never told you why I cry. But you already knew. I never told you that my heart broke. But it wasn't why you cared. I never told you why I lied.

He watches her pause in the hallway, her eyes focused on his through the glass walls that shield his office from the rest of the hollow hospital. The file slightly trembles in her hand before her chin rises nearly imperceptibly. He would have been proud of her if it had been for any other reason than this. Any other time would have been infinitely better, but not now.

"Give me my medicine, Cameron."

The door closes behind her with a soft whoosh of cool air that misses her. She keeps her head high, back straight, face stern, heart closed. She won't back down now, not after all this time.

"Cameron, I'm not going to ask for it again. Give it to me!"

Without answering him, she drops the file on his desk, hoping the sharp whisper of paper against paper will get through to him.

"Fifteen year old boy showing sign-."

As the cane meets solid wood an inch from her chilled hand, her heart stops and her breath catches with a gasp. The sound reverberates in her ears before his voice intrudes.

"I don't care about the damn file! I need my pills!"

She pauses, staring at the man she doesn't know. "Why don't you go to the pharmacy?"

"You know damn well I can't! They were told by someone of a higher power to withhold any medication for a Dr. House. I wonder how that happened!"

"You don't need them."

"I don't need them? I don't-what do you know?"

He limps closer to her, his cane left forgotten on his cluttered desk. His steps are slow, measured, labored, but he goes to her until they're breaths apart, chests nearly meeting as each breath is exhaled.

"You don't know what it's like to be in pain for 24 hours a day, every day of every shit week. Those pills are all that keep me going."

"Then learn to keep going without them."

"I can't!"

"You haven't even tried!"

"I went to rehab and that didn't work!"

"You went to rehab to get Tritter off of your ass! I know good and well that you didn't go for too long without your precious Vicodin!"

Her breaths echo in his ears as she dares him to say anything else. He doesn't care however, how far he'll push her. In this haze, nothing is right and nothing is clear to him. All he wants is for the aching pain, nearly making him feverish, to walk into the depths of drug induced memory.

"Then you know I-I can't do it!"

The crack in his usually deep, firm voice makes her close her eyes.

"Please…give me my pills, Cameron."

And then it falls. Her eyes flush open and she can feel herself take a step back from his dark presence. This is not the man she respects and loves. This is the man she hates and despises whenever he comes through. It's the one who deceives without qualms, without guilt, without care.

"No."

The word snaps him in half before he even realizes it. His hands grasp her upper arms without conscious thought. Long fingers dig into the smooth skin beneath the white, crisp coat she always wears.

"Don't do this to me."

"I have to, House. I love you."

"You can't love me and do this to me!"

"I can."

"What? Do you really think you can change me? I'm not going to give anything up because you think you're doing some good for the world! I'd rather have my pills than you!"

She feels the blood being cut off by his forceful grips, but as soon as his mouth closes, she's sure the blood is all but drained from her.

"You will do this without those damn pills."

His face, angry and demanding, keeps its façade of rage and hate. There's nothing more for her to say to him, mostly because her heart has just been lit on fire with a single spark of light brought from his arson laced tongue.

The room closes in on him, singling out his heated words until he hears them repeating over in his clouded mind. There. He's said it. Something he understands too late, he can't take back, and she'll never forget. Her face doesn't change, except for her eyes and her mouth. Her mouth tightens in that line that means she's holding her tongue because she doesn't know what to say. Her eyes tear for just a brief moment before staring back at him with the hurt and strength of a woman who has loved one Gregory House.

His mouth opens to command her to give in.

She shakes her head and walks away from him.

His gaze wanders to the floor where two books lay with missing pages and empty cavities where secret stashes used to hide. No more.

She keeps walking, telling herself this is for his own good. This is so he lives to see many more days, and she can see them with him.

His hand goes to his leg, mourning the loss of Vicodin and stinging with hurt that she had used everyone who knew him to uncover his hiding spots.

She goes to Wilson, her heart aching with words humming strongly. He watches her, understanding, as she leans harshly against the door, and she wishes he didn't.

"He'll hate you for this."

"Yeah," she smiles as a woman who knows her fate while the tears of regret begin to shine in her wounded eyes, "I know."

His chances are exhausted. The only thing left is his morphine, and he doesn't care if it means he loses her. He sits, his screaming leg needing a rest before making the long walk back to his bike. This is it.

A/N: ooooh, don't hate me. So...this is where I've been wanting to go for a while now and there was no point in waiting so long since...it was already done. Well, anyone see that coming? Now I know, I know, that was soo wrong and evil, but...this is the only chapter that I have known was going to happen since the beginning and I couldn't turn away. Well, thanks for reviews and I know some of you might have your own opinion...but never give up...