Slowing her car to a stop, Cameron decided to try and get through to her fiance as soon as she could. Sighing, she glanced at the red light before turning to face him. He seemed grouchy, though it wasn't a different look at all. In fact, if he hadn't looked that way, she probably would have been worried.

"House..." she trailed off, uncomfortable at the icy glare he cast at her. "You're acting like a child," she scoffed. He indeed was, arms crossed over his chest, body scrunched and lips in a near pout.

"Yeah, well, I thought you said we were going for a walk...I was lied to," he retorted, although he could have cared less what they did.

"I also said, 'or dinner.'" She reminded him patiently.

He grumbled underneath his breath, but did not comment.

"What I wanted to say was that you and I need to talk about your behavior." She checked the light again, before looking over at him. "You've been acting even more immature than usual, especially since Toby was born, and I want to know why."

House's tone was as mocking as ever, his voice high-pitched as he responded, "No I haven't!"

"House!" she snapped, green eyes lighting up as her lips tightened in a frown. "Can't you be serious for once!?"

He opened his mouth, before snapping it shut at her expression. Heaving a sigh, he managed to slink even lower in his seat before pointing at the light. "Green."

Turning to see it, she proceeded on, unaware of the sounds of squealing tires and warning shouts. When the other vehicle was nearly upon them, she gasped loudly. Just in time to have the air ripped from her lungs when the pickup truck plowed into the driver's side.

Metal tore through metal, the tearing screeches combining with the grunts and shouts of the occupants of the little car. The momentum carried the Sedan from the right lane of the road, into the side of a mom & pop store on the corner. Rubble rained down upon the roof, sending a cloud of dust into the air and into the crevices of the vehicle.

When everything had settled, House blinked widely and let out a small groan of pain. Gingerly touching his brow, he winced when he connected with a fresh gash. He glanced over at Cameron, trying to peer through the hazy fog of dirt that floated about.

"Allison?" his voice sounded hoarse. Gently touching her shoulder, he tried again. "Allison?"

She did not respond, her body remaining slumped against the steering wheel. Blood seeped steadily from her arm, soaking through her pink blouse as a garish bruise marred her forehead.

Glancing down at his burning ribcage, he caught sight of a sliver of metal protruding from his skin. Smirking weakly, he managed to say, "Cool..." before feeling a wave of nausea and pain overcome him once more. House sat back and waited for help to arrive, unable to aide anyone while pinned to a seat.

TBC...

Thanks to ShipperCrazed - FanFicCrazy for the idea.