Disclaimer: I don't own House or its characters, I only err borrow them for the sake of writing for enjoyment. So don't sue me!

Author's Note: Thank-you for reading and reviewing! All reviews are greatly appreciated and loved! This chapter is probably the last, but that depends on what you all think. I could probably get another one or two chapters out of this. Oh, and this chapter is kind of depressing, you'll see why.

Chapter 4-

House waited a few minutes in the hallway before he started following Cameron to the parking garage. It felt weird to be following her, but he had to find out what was going on. As he stood in the elevator, he hoped that it was nothing. Still, something told him that everything was definitely not okay.

In about ten minutes, he found himself in the parking garage. It was still raining out and the sky was grey and it was chilly out, the kind of chilly that made you cold even despite your warm coat. House started up his car and made it out of the garage just in time. There, up ahead at the red light, was Cameron in her car. House, though, took his time and let a few cars in front of him. If Cameron saw that he was following her, she would probably get pretty freaked out and angry.

House turned on some music and put the heat on low. He always kept Cameron's car in sight and followed it down every street. Thinking she would probably be heading to her apartment, House was started to think of heading back to the hospital, but when they came close to the street her apartment was on, Cameron didn't turn. Instead, she kept going straight and now House was really confused. He had absolutely no idea where Cameron headed.

A few cars ahead of House's, Cameron was sitting behind the wheel of her own car. She kept her eyes on the road, but her mind was set on the destination in which she was headed. Shivering, she turned up the heat a little bit. It wasn't that cold, but it was quite chilly for a rainy, mid-October day. On the radio she was listening to a classic rock station, but the volume was low and barely loud enough for her to hear. Still, she wasn't really paying attention enough that she would have heard it even if it was loud enough.

She kept driving as she passed the place where her apartment was; she wasn't headed home, but someplace else. Up ahead, not a mile or two down the road was where she was headed. Smiling sadly, she glanced over at the passenger's seat to where a small bouquet of flowers sat with a white bow tied around them. She looked back to the road ahead and out the window which streaks of rain poured down. Really, she had wished the weather would at least be brighter and more cheerful, but today, it was the exact opposite and it succeeded in bringing her mood down even further. Finally, though, a few minutes later she arrived at her destination and pulled in.

House had been keen not to get directly behind her and so he pulled over along the curb and waited a few minutes before pulling into the place himself and following her path down the small road. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though she had noticed that he pulled up behind her now empty car and put his car into park. He shut off the engine and got out, then he started walking over to where she was standing.

He waited a few moments and read the words on the grave marker before it registered why Cameron was here. Slowly, he placed a hand on her shoulder and she nearly jumped about five feet.

"House?" she asked, "You followed me?"

House was at a loss for words right now. He didn't know how to say the right thing right now or what the right thing to say was. Cameron was standing there, at her late husband's grave, her hair half drenched from the rain. In her right hand was a small bouquet of flowers that she had been about to put on the graver before House showed up. He looked at her and noticed her eyes were red with tears.

Eventually, he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine; just go. I really want to be alone right now."

House nodded and slowly went back to his car, but he just got in and sat in the driver's seat. Today was the day that Cameron's husband had died and all House could do was respect Cameron's wishes to leave her alone. However, he couldn't help but sit there in his car and watch her and she set the flowers down on top of the graver marker and she knelt down in the muddy ground. Right now House felt so unlike himself. He felt terrible for telling her that she didn't love anyone, but only needed someone to fix. His comment was insulting and horrible that night when he had agreed to go on a date with her.

I'm such an idiot! House thought and banged his head against the window. Sure, I'm horrible with people, but how could I treat her like that?

Now Cameron got up and went back to her car where she turned on the engine and drove back to her apartment. She went home and after a few hours she fell asleep on the couch. House, figuring that there wasn't anything that he could do, went back to the hospital where he got a nice lecture from Cuddy. Right now, though, House didn't feel like arguing.

"Dr. House," Cuddy said in a very nasty tone, "Nice of you to join us; did you think you could get away with sneaking out for a joy ride? Did you actually think that I wouldn't notice? I'm just glad that some people around here had the guts to tell me the truth about what you did all day. So what did you do to get Cameron to lie to me and say that you were actually downstairs at the clinic?" Cuddy's rant went on for about fifteen more minutes and eventually a large number of people had stopped what they were doing to look over at Cuddy and House and were anxious to see what smart-ass comment House was going to give Cuddy when she stopped talking.

"Did Cameron tell you why she was leaving early?"

"What? What in God's name does Cameron leaving early have to do with you?" Cuddy inquired.

"Everything and nothing; just answer the question."

"She didn't tell me anything and frankly, I don't need to know every detail of her personal life. Neither do you! Do your job and let other people live their lives and do what they want. This conversation is dealing with you and the fact that you do nothing for this hospital besides waste everybody's time!"

House decided to walk away and he did just that. Unfortunately, Cuddy followed him right into the elevator and up to his office.

She shut the door behind her and made sure nobody was in the hallways before she started yelling at him again. "Where were you?"

"Driving…"

"No shit Sherlock, to where? And why?"

"I just needed some fresh air, you know? I need to get out of this place for a little while or I'll go nuts!"

"Well, I hope you enjoyed your little hiatus because you'll be putting in two more hours of clinic duty this week," Cuddy said forcefully and House just stared. "Don't give me that look!"

"Fine, just as long as you don't badger me every five minutes." And with that he headed back upstairs to his office.

He limped over and looked out the window into the pale, grey, miserable sky. Finally, after standing there for ten minutes, his eyes fixated on one spot in the clouds while he thought about things, he went to go discuss the patient Mr. Falli with Foreman and Chase.

Foreman walked over to Mr. Falli's bedside and handed him a cup with two small, round pills in it and another cup with some water.

"Just take these and you'll get better."

"These will get rid of the worm larvae?"

"It should, though there is the chance that the medicine won't work right, but you have that same chance with every medicine out there. You can go home in the morning; I can see that your leg is still swollen and you've got a lot of pain. In the morning, we'll see how you feel and if everything checks out, you'll be free to go."

"Thanks."

Foreman nodded and he heard a tap on the door. He walked out into the hallway and saw House standing there.

"Good job, doctor! Now tell Cuddy I'm doing something important somewhere while I go do something, 'kay?" House said.

"I guess it would be pretty stupid for me to ask where you're actually going, right?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

Foreman just shrugged and watched as House limped back down the hallway.

House knew exactly where he was going; Cameron's apartment. He didn't know what he was going to say, but he had to come up with something. He wasn't just going to forget about seeing her at the cemetery at her husband's grave. House needed to know something, but he didn't know what.

Cameron had fallen asleep over forty minutes ago; the TV was still playing and the news had just come on. The meteorologist was giving the forecast for the next few days and then a woman came on to do the traffic. A few minutes later, there was a knock on Cameron's door and she heard it faintly in the background of her dream, but it didn't wake her up yet. A few minutes later, the knocking was louder and her eyelids fluttered open. She slowly sat up and pulled the scrunchi out of her tangled hair and tried to make it look like she wasn't just asleep on her sofa. Approaching the door, she turned the handle and opened it a bit to see who was outside.

"You were sleeping?" he asked, examining the dark circles under her eyes and her untidy hair.

She blushed a bit; slightly embarrassed, and replied, "What are you here for?" (Note, that's not in a sarcastic way)

"Oh, you know, I just wanted to let you know that Cuddy said you've got two extra hours of clinic duty this week and tooo…. Make sure you didn't get in a car accident today on your way home… you know, traffic and slippery roads are not a good combo. I wanted to make sure you were still alive to get your clinic duty hours done… or else Cuddy would probably make me do it in your place…"

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm quite fine."

"Good, I'll just go then," House replied and shut Cameron's apartment door.

Cameron went to her kitchen and put on the tea pot to boil some water. She also grabbed a bag of pretzels and headed back over the couch where she pulled a throw blanket over her cold feet and ankles and her attention was now on the television. The news was now onto the entertainment segment and a woman was talking to the cast of some new drama that was going to start tonight at nine; Cameron thought it looked stupid, but decided to watch the interview anyway since there was nothing else on TV at this hour besides soaps and stupid talk shows. A few minutes later she got up to turn the teapot off and pour the hot water into a mug. She grabbed a teabag from the closet and at the same time used her foot to open the refrigerator door. Putting the teabag in her cup, she turned towards the 'fridge and jumped back when she noticed that House was standing there holding the half gallon Wawa milk jug in his hand.

"Jesus Christ, House! How the hell did you get in here?"

"The door was open; you really shouldn't leave it unlocked. What if some weird-o came in and killed you?"

"You are a weird-o and you did come in… you don't have a knife behind your back do you?" Cameron replied and she took the milk and poured a small amount into her mug of hot tea. She put in a few teaspoons of sugar and stirred it before tossing the spoon into the sink and then heading back to the couch.

House sat down at the other end and grabbed the TV remote before she could. Quickly, he changed the station to one of his soaps and watched with interest.

"I was watching the news, you know…"

"You actually watch the news? Wow, I always pictured you as a discovery channel type of person."

"What's wrong with the discovery channel? Oh yeah, and what are you doing here? I wanted the rest of the day off and you can't just let me go?"

House didn't say anything. For one thing, he didn't even know why he was here right now. Oh well, by the time he was actually trying to figure that part out, Cameron's phone rang and she jumped up to get it. House was now wondering who was calling Cameron.

Cameron picked up the phone to a familiar voice; Cuddy's.

"Allison?" Cuddy asked. "I know this is odd and I don't mean to bother you, but you don't know where House is, do you?"

Cameron didn't know whether to turn House in or hide the fact that he was sitting on her couch watching soap operas.

"Sorry, Lisa, I haven't seen him since I left the clinic. Are you sure he's not just hiding in the bathroom or something?"

"Good thinking; I'll get Wilson to check. Bye."

Cameron said good-bye in reply and hung up the phone.

House turned around, "What was that about?"

"No, you answer my question first. Why are you here?"

"It was Cuddy, wasn't it?"

"Answer my question or I'll call her back."

House didn't say anything, he just sat there. His eyes found their way back to the television screen and he watched the show, though without much interest. Cameron eventually got up and put her empty mug in the sink. She then went into her room and lied down on her bed. The rain outside pitter-patter-ing on the windows made her sleepy and she tried as hard as she could not to think of what day today was. Before more tears could escape from her, she shut her eyes tightly and drifted off to sleep.

House just sat there on Cameron's couch and watched at least another hour and a half of General Hospital before he said anything.

"Cameron?" he asked, but only silence answered him.

He thought she had gotten up to go to the bathroom, but she never came back. So, he got up and looked around. In a few minutes he saw her sleeping and didn't know whether to wake her up or not. Seeing that a tear had stained her cheek, he decided to let her continue sleep and he quietly left and headed to his own home. Going back to the hospital was not an option right now as he didn't want to deal with the wrath of Cuddy. He would wait for that until the next morning.

Author's Note: Wow, okay I wasn't sure if this was how I wanted this chapter, but I wrote half and took a break and then came back with a fresh mind and new ideas and so this is not the last chapter. I predict at least one more. Yeah, I tried not to have any romance or fluff or anything and keep the characters true to their well character so I hope I did okay. Please let me know what you think of it! Thanks! D