Chapter 6

Cameron's mind was really buzzing now, and she was sick of it. Hell, she couldn't even remember why she had quit in the first place. She unlocked the door and entered the living room of her house, absentmindedly dropped her purse beside the door, by the foot of the coat hanger, and made an unattractive plopping noise as she sat on the couch.

"I'll call Dr. Cuddy in the morning." She thought to herself, slinging her legs up beside her and laying her head down on a beige pillow.

But she couldn't help thinking about House. Did she love him? Could she even love him, even if she wanted to? Or was she just infatuated with him? There was no way to tell right now.

She fell asleep.

Before Cameron knew it, she was driving down a veguly familiar road. How she got there, she didn't know. But it was a dream, and dream- Allison Cameron did not worry herself with petty thoughts such as 'how-did-I-get-here?"

As she's driving around, she notices a house on the right side of the road. It has blue shutters and a small oak tree in the front yard. The mailbox says 508 Brook Lane. Where have I seen that before? Cameron asked herself. But she didn't have time to answer.

Out of no where, a black Lexus rounds a corner, and Cameron prepares herself T- bone crash. Breaks squeel from both cars, and just before the cars collide…

Cameron's eyes flew open. She sat bolt upright; her face and neck were doused with sweat.

A dream.

A stupid dream. Shaking, she looked at the microwave clock in her kitchen. It was 9:46 pm. She had slept for a little over 5 hours.

Cameron knew what she was about to do was wrong; It was something she was going to do on impulse, and on any other day, she would say that it was stupid. But it was too scary for her to comprehend any further. She felt compelled…

She grabbed her coat and keys and headed, once again, out the door.

Somehow, Cameron knew exactly where to go. It was so surreal; she had trouble believing it was actually happening. Finally, she entered a part of town she did remember, quite clearly; Wood's Edge.

Cameron found herself driving around aimlessly for a half an hour, but her mind was set.

Find that address.

Just find it!

She passed four streets, three courts and ten avenues, but she could not find one lane. Finally, after one hour of circling, she gave up. She felt that a chunk of her stomach had been taken away, and it did not feel good. Cameron needed to find out why that address was important. It was going to drive her crazy!

As she was driving down Scott Boulevard, Cameron spied a blue street sign she hadn't noticed before. As she approached it, she saw what it read: Brook Lane. Cameron shivered.

This was is.

Slowly, she turned the steering wheel and pulled onto the leave- covered street. She looked kept her eyes on the right side of the road, and drove slowly, looking for the mailbox with the gold numbers painted on it.

3 houses turned into 8 houses. 8 turned into 13, and 13 turned into 18. Then, on the 19th house, she saw the mailbox with 508 painted in gold on the side. The house was brick with side paneling, a blue roof and blue shutters. What's more, it had a black Lexus in the driveway. It was then that she saw him. Standing by the window, looking out to the street, with a lost look to his face.

House. It was House's house. How could she forget? It hadn't been that long!

Cameron had tried to blot the whole thing entirely from her memory, and had apparently done a good job of it.

The Optima drove slowly past the front lawn. Suddenly, House's head snapped up, into the direction of Cameron's car. She gave a little squeek and hit the gas, speeding down the road and back onto the high way. He had seen her, but Cameron didn't care. Her mind was clear now. She had no doubts now. She felt silly for not realizing it sooner! There was no question now, whether it was infatuation, or love. No question whatsoever.