Disclaimer: I don't own House or any of its characters.

A/N: Thanks to all of those who reviewed, it's been a big help. I changed the ending to chapter 3 someone pointed out a medical mistake to me so I cut it out. It works better this way trust me. Well I hope it does. On with the story.

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I'm running low on methadone.

Actually I only have a couple days left of this prescription. The only person I can turn to was James. Also living in a hotel has been taking a toll on the amount of money I have and once again the only person I can turn to is James.

I open the bottle and dry swallow one of the pills. I have to take them every 4 to 6 hours otherwise the pain would be too much for me to handle. I put the lid back on and put the bottle back in my purse.

I push open the bathroom stall door and wash my hands checking my reflection in the mirror. My face is pale and I have bags under my eyes, all in all I don't look very attractive. As long as Sophia didn't notice how I looked it really didn't matter what I looked like. At least that's what I tell myself.

The door opens and I turn to see the woman who worked for Dr. House walk in. She falters a little as she spots me standing by the sinks but she flashes me a small smile.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Alison Cameron." She walks over to me and offers me her hand and we awkwardly shake hands.

"Jessica Jones, it's nice to finally meet you." I politely reply.

She looks at me as if unsure of what to say. I know that she wants to ask how I know James and if Sophia really is his daughter.

"You know you can ask me. There's no need to be polite." She still doesn't say anything, "Sophia is James daughter and we met years ago." I brush past her and out the door, feeling her eyes on my back as I leave.

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James is at his desk looking at something that was causing him to deeply frown. Sophia is on the floor playing with a PSP, how did she get that?

"James, were did Sophia get that PSP?" he quickly looks up at me, a guilty look on his face that he tries to push of his face unsuccessfully.

"I borrowed it from House." The guilty look was still there but it was tinged with something else. Sorrow.

"He didn't mind?" I ask sitting down in the chair in front of his desk, he shuffled all the stuff he had been looking at into a pile so I couldn't see them. They were most likely the results of my test by the way he was acting.

"He doesn't know." He replies. So he 'borrowed' it from him, excellent. From what James has told me it most likely wouldn't be long before Dr. House came looking for it.

"What were you looking at?" I ask leaning forward in me chair only to have James clutch the papers to his chest and lean back in his chair. Yep, those were definitely my test results and by the way he was acting they most likely weren't good. I could have told him that. Suddenly he sighs and puts the papers on the desk in front of me.

He shakes his head lightly and sighs, "They're your test results." I was right, "You have advanced cancer." I already knew that and I tell him that. I can hear Sophia giggling in the background, she loves that PSP.

"I've already been through all of this." I place a hand comfortingly over his on the desk and squeeze lightly.

"What…what are you taking?" his chocolate brown eyes are filled with pain. Is that all sorrow for me?

"I'm taking methadone, I'm almost out."

"I'll get you a refill."

We sit there in silence except for the noise that Sophia was making until the door opens and Dr. House walks in.

"So that's were it went." He limps to where my daughter is and then looks accusingly at James, "I was down in the clinic for the past hour looking for this!" he points at the PSP, my daughter keeps on playing completely oblivious.

"Sorry House, I didn't think you would mind." James said, he was now standing and making his way around the desk.

"You thought I wouldn't mind? I forgot my portable TV at home and then Cuddy found me as I was looking for my PSP." Dr. House practically growled.

"God forbid that you actually had to treat people." James sarcastically says putting one hand to his chest in a mocking manner.

"It was horrible!" Dr. House grumpily exclaims as Sophia stands up and tugs lightly on his hand. He ignores her and keeps on complaining about the patients he had to treat in the clinic. Its actually quite hilarious listening to a doctor complaining about patients, but Sophia grows impatient and tugs harder on his hand.

"Scuse me!" Sophia almost yells when he still ignores her.

Dr. House finally down at her impatiently and growls, "What!" I stand up ready to defend my daughter from this grouchy man but Sophia just ignores the tone in his voice and smiles brightly at him. And then not so brightly she glares at him and I'm having trouble not laughing.

"It's not nice to ignore me." she angrily says, "I don't like it."

One eyebrow shoots up on Dr. House's forehead, "Really? Well I don't like it very much either."

"Well then don't do it to me!" Sophia quite loudly says putting one hand impatiently on her hip.

Dr. House just looks down at her as if waiting to see what she was going to do next. When he doesn't say anything she moves on to the next thing, the PSP.

"Thank you for letting me play," She holds up the PSP and he snatches it out of her hand.

"It's not broken is it?" he demands turning the PSP over to check for any broken parts.

"I didn't break it." She replies a small frown on her face.

"Good." He turns to leave the room with my daughter following him.

"Can I come and play in your office?" the door is open and both are going through it.

"Sweetie, I'm sure Dr. House has to work—" James gives me a look and shakes his head so I stop talking.

"No, you can stay here with them." I hear Dr. House growl before he is out of view, Sophia on his heels.

"She won't bother him?" I ask James.

"He needs a little child interaction every now and then." He replies with a smile.

"Alright. But not for long." I say still looking at the door. Should I trust that man with my daughter? He did fine before, so he they should be fine now and James trusted him.

"That's why you're not doing chemo." James says quietly and quite randomly if you ask me. My good mood leaves and is replaced with a dull ache in my stomach.

"There is no point. I'm going to die in a couple months." I say just as quietly.

"No it's just," He pauses and places a hand on my arm, "House asked why you weren't doing chemo and now I know why."

"Ah, is that why you had me do all those tests?" I ask as he steps closer.

"That's only a small reason." He says if at all possible even more quietly then before.

"What's the other reason?" The air between us is very tense and I can't stop starring at his lips.

"Because I care." Then he leans in and kisses me. How could we be talking about my cancer and how long I'm going to live in one moment and then kissing in another?

I really don't care as long as he doesn't stop kissing me.

He gently pulls me into his body as if I would break if he was to rough with me. My arms wrap around his chest and I press my pelvis into his. One of his hands is buried into my hair pulling it out of the ponytail and the other goes to my back pulling me impossibly closer. God he feels so good. To good.

We break away both breathing heavily and he rests his forehead against mine. I slowly withdraw my hands and take a step back.

"James I can't do this again." I mummer brushing a hand through my hair, it was a mess.

"Why not?" he asks as he closes the gap between us.

"You're married. I can't do that to your wife. Not again." I brush past him and walk out of the room leaving James alone in his office.

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TBC

A/N: Another chapter done! And I'm still having fun, I hope you are too. Thanks for pointing out my mistakes. I need to get someone to beta for me. Know anyone?