"No!" she muttered fiercely, marching past Greg and Alison down the hall. Brushing past a startled Wilson, Angela angrily walked far from the office. Wilson walked steadily straight there with a confused look on his face, like he was clearly missing something.

"Well, she doesn't seem too happy. What did you do?" Wilson said upon entering House's office.

"Nothing! Well, I woke her up, but that's no big deal, if that's all she shouldn't be that mad." House explained, sitting back in the chair behind his desk.

"Well, did you say something to upset her?" Wilson offered seeming concerned.

"No! Get off my case about this will you? She's probably just menstrual or something." House said firmly, waving off his friend. Damn he got annoying sometimes, you try controlling and predicting a teenage girl!

Around the conference table, Cameron took the seat Angela had previously been occupying. She remembered that back on the elevator she never got to finish her turn, and that wasn't very fair.

"Chase?" she called out to get his attention; it worked, he put down the crossword and pen and looked up at her.

"Ok, you said 'stop the mice' when you woke up on the elevator, care to explain?"

Robert Chase hesitated slightly before giving a shaky answer, "Nope. We're not on the elevator anymore, we're not playing truth, so I'm not answering that!"

Cameron just slumped back and pouted a bit. Chase and Wilson decided to leave; they left down opposite ends of the hallway. When they exited no one bothered to ask any questions, after all a doctor's work is never done.

It had been raining on and off all day, but right now it was dripping lightly in random spots. She zipped up her sweater all the way; she despised being cold. She crossed her arms on the ledge of the building and leaned forward. She loved it up here, it was quiet, the air was fresh and she was alone. She just really wanted to be still and think. She was peacefully thinking and resting before, but being stabbed by a crazy man's cane ruined that. Things that she had said and heard today brought back memories that she had tried hard to forget.

"I thought I might find you here." He said approaching her, leaning against the edge of the rooftop next to her.

"Yeah? Where's Greg?" She replied uninterested, her voice was flat and monotone.

"Back in his office, just waiting for you to come back."

"Yeah, my being here must be a big inconvenience for him, I mean, my god, he never got to watch 'General Hospital' and now he has to wait for me." All this time her voice never changed and she never looked towards him, but by his voice she could who she was speaking to.

"He really does care about you."

"Yes, I know that. I'm not avoiding him; I'm avoiding everything. It's quite complicated I'm sure you wouldn't understand."

"I think I would, I know how it feels."

"Yeah? How's that? Fill me in on your infinite wisdom."

"Your mother's dead, your father's distant and even when you're surrounded by people you can't help but feel some what lonely and detached."

Angela shuddered and she wasn't sure if it was the harsh cold or the harsh truth. "Yeah I-I guess, I really don't like to think about it. It's really easy to just avoid these things, pretend everything is simply peachy keen… Did you cry at your mom's funeral?"

Chase was caught off guard and had no idea how to answer. "Uh, no, but I suppose afterwards I-I-"

"I didn't, I never did. Not when the truck was coming at us, not in the ambulance, not in the hospital bed, not when I found out that she had died, not at the funeral, not for a long time. I don't think I believed that it really happened, she was always there and then she just wasn't."

"I know, I don't like to think about it either. It's not fair and it's hard to deal with."

She sighed and stood up straight, turning to Chase, "Thanks. Thanks for listening to me. Call your daddy, who knows maybe he'll breakdown and tell you." She turned her gaze back to the horizon for a few minutes and walked away from him. He said nothing, looking confused and unsure, but decided to follow her advice later that night.

"Hey mister, a little birdie told me you were sitting here waiting." Angie said standing in the doorway of his office, feeling a lot less tired of everything.

"Was it an Australian birdie or a dull little birdie?" House inquired, subtly trying to figure out who had convinced her to come out of hiding.

"Chase. So do you want to leave or stay here?"

"Oh, I'm getting out of here. Bye kiddies." House said nodding towards Foreman and Cameron, unable to stop the grin coming across his face as he saw Cameron's smile.

"Yeah yeah loverboy, let's just get to the car, shall we?" Angela said frustrated, but still mildly amused with the look on her uncle's face, tugging on the sleeve of his blazer.

They had finally gotten to the car and where driving to Greg's house. Angela's father had to see a client a few towns over, so he wouldn't be home for another day, his work was always important. Her step-mom was visiting her parents in Canada. So Angela was sleeping on her uncle's couch. Her dad was reluctant in letting her stay over, but Greg was the only one available to watch her and he hated the idea of his daughter home alone over night. Angie hated the idea that her father was so paranoid.

"So Gregory, you realize your true feelings, talk to her for several minutes and now you're in love." Angela said speaking in a sarcastic fake-dreamy voice.

"Funny! We're not in love we've decided to give it a chance, go on a date, we're going to dinner."

"And at this dinner you don't plan on any bitter lecture or overreacting about how nice her shoes are?"

"No, I think I actually want this one to work out."

"Oh god, you're so happy…it's frightening." She said laughing

A/N: I guess I'll leave it there! You review and tell me want kinds of things you want to see in the sequel! Remember guys no reviews, no sequel at all! I need to know that you've liked this before I start another one! Luv, Lola