"You're an idiot, you know that, right?" Angie dragged him as gently as an angry teenager could drag anyone. The only reason she was 'gently dragging' him was because it wouldn't exactly help her reputation if she ran an oblivious cripple into a ditch.

"What is it that you believe I did this time? Will you let go of me…and where are we going?"

Angela dropped his hand, but was glad that he was still walking by her side. "For someone who doesn't know what he's done your being sort of defensive. And we're going to your car, you get to drive me home now, since you provoked my ride home to run away."

"Huh? I thought Alison said she shopping with you today…but I didn't see her in there." Probably the only perk about being crippled was the spectacular parking, he had reached the car and was now leaning on his cane.

"Did you just take an incredible amount of stupid pills this morning? It doesn't matter that you didn't see her; she saw you and your company. She got a scared look on her face and dashed off. I'd claim she overreacted due to PMS, but since she's pregnant I think it might probably perhaps possibly be something else." Angie rolled her eyes, sure he was a genius when it came to medicine, but when it comes to people and relationships he was about as keen as a duck with a guitar. Her lame uncle was the last person she was worried about; just then Allison Cameron was breaking down in the middle of a busy road.

Her hands were sore and stiff from the grip she had on her steering wheel; her eyes full of watery tears just begging to drop. She shook her head and attempted to blink away the tears in disbelief. The same thought fogged her head and was repeated over and over: she should have known. She should have known, she should have known, she should have known. Everything was perfect, just perfect; great job, great fiancé, great family, home, friends, everything was great and then suddenly nothing was. She should have known that it couldn't be like this forever. Greg and Stacey, the way he looked at her, held her, the history they had, it all came rushing back to her like a tidal wave and broke her heart. She knew he loved her and would never want to hurt her like this, but she couldn't help remembering the image of seeing them together or thoughts of them seeing each other. She eased her grip on the wheel and sighed.

"Where is she?" House mumbled, pointing his often one-track mind in the direction of his fiancée.

"Yeah we were gone shopping for about two hours, not enough time to get an actual wedding dress, but conveniently enough time to install a GPS system…just drive me home, then go soul-mate searching. Why don't you recruit Jimmy and dumb and Foreman to help." Angie offered, anxious to just get home as fast as she could.

"No."

Angela opened her mouth to speak, but no words made it out, instead out came a horrid hacking cough. It stopped about as soon as it came, but it was still big. Angie was hunched over with her hands on her knees catching her breath. House took a few small weak steps over to her and hesitantly reached over and rested a hand on her back.

"You haven't been taking your medication." House said flatly, more so telling himself than Angela.

"Yes…I have."

"Ok my dear, there's good news and bad news; you get to go to the hospital. Now. Get in." He opened the car door and got in himself. Angela instead leaned on the opposite door and sighed.

"What's the good news?"

House began to serve up some sarcastic comment when he began to ring. He leaned over and grabbed a cell phone out of his front pocket. He anxiously asked, "Hello?" House shook his head and reluctantly passed the phone over to his niece. "He wants to talk to you."

"Uh…right." Angie took the phone from him slowly; she was shocked, that first of all her uncle even owned a cell phone and that whoever would be calling him would rather speak to her. "Hello?"

"Hey, Angie, It's me. Allison's over at my place and she really didn't want to talk to Greg." Apparently Wilson thought the mention of his name would give him up, although he knew Angela would know his voice. "She wanted to talk to you."

"Right…can't they just talk to each other? This isn't middle school, and I would know, we shouldn't be passing messages along for them."

"Yeah, hopefully you do a better job convincing them than me, here." Wilson said and handed the phone off to Cameron.

"Angela?"

"Uh huh, hey man, how about you just talk to Greg, make up, I'll go home and we call it a day?" Angie turned her back to her uncle and leaned her back against the car.

"I don't want to talk to him." What upset Angela the most was the Cameron didn't sound angry, she sounded hurt.

"Look…you may not want to talk to him but you need to, at least hear him out. You love him, he loves you, blah, blah, blah, do you really want a little incident like this to screw everything up?" Angela persisted; she knew if they didn't at least talk they would both regret it.

"…Fine." Cameron sighed.

"Oh hurray, praise Otis!" mumbled Angie, tossing the phone onto House's lap and than finally getting into the car herself. Angela offered to drive while House talked with Cameron on the phone, but his horror-stricken look was enough to answer for him.

"Allison…I'm not completely sure what you saw or thought you saw, but the only thing happening between us was lunch." House rubbed his eyes and forehead, anxious to hear her reply.

"That's it? You have no feelings for her what so ever?" Cameron thought she knew the answer, but she had to be absolutely sure.

"No, I don't."

"And she doesn't have feelings for you…at all?"

"No…she doesn't."

"Well…alright then."

He despised the thought of there being desperation in his voice, and the thought of him needing another person. So he didn't think that; he just thought about how he wanted her with him. "Allison, come home."

A/N: Yay for happy endings. Hope you liked the chapter, please review!