Ummm…my first full House fic and I probably should wait and have my beta read it but I'll fix anything she finds later, im to excited to post this…I don't own anything, unfortunately. I do own all of season One on DVD, that was the best Christmas present ever!

"Where's Allison?"

Robert Chase looked up from the crossword he was filling out with a blank look as Lisa Cuddy entered the room. It wasn't everyday that Cuddy came into the room looking for any of them or calling them by their first names. Exasperated, she sighed looking around the room as she repeated the question with the air of urgency. Chase thought he heard a hint of desperation in her voice and took the pencil out of his mouth as he put the crossword aside and crossed the room towards her.

"She went to help with that accident that is coming in, the one that-" he was cut off abruptly.

"Happened about thirty minutes ago and involved four teenagers and two adult males…" her voice trembled for a moment. "I know already. That's why I need to know where Allison is, I need to make sure she doesn't see..."

"See what?…" He knew something had to be wrong by the look on her face and the urgency she used when inquiring Cameron's whereabouts. "Lisa, what's going on? Tell me…" He was pleading with her now, with a horrible sinking feeling in his gut as he realized that House and Wilson had left around a half hour ago. Trying to shake the feeling off and pass it off as coincidence that two adult males had been victims, he looked to her for reassurance

She took a deep breath. "A couple of teenagers were at a party and they had a few drinks. Two of them decided to go racing on the back road near Greg's house in their cars. They figured that nobody ever used that road but that was the road that…" she trailed off.

"The road that Greg and James use to get to each other's places…" Chase finished solemnly. She nodded and found her voice again.

"Where is Allison? I can't let her see them coming in. I don't want her to find out that way…I don't want her to be alone either… I need your help."

He opened his mouth and stammered an answer. "I- I don't know, does she know that, you know that it was House?" His words tumbled out jumbles and his mouth was dry. He glanced out into the hallway where he saw members of the trauma team dashing about. With a sick feeling in his stomach he quickly looked back at Cuddy.

"What happened exactly, are they alright?" When she didn't answer, he took a sharp intake of breath. Cuddy shifted uncomfortably and began to speak again.

"James tried to turn, but the guardrail got in the way. He was hit by one of the cars…he didn't have any way to escape the impact. The police aren't sure what happened next exactly."

"And Greg…"

"Greg's car was grazed, but he made it out with minor injuries. Unfortunately, when the emergency services arrived…"

"I thought you said-"

She closed her eyes and her lip quivered as if she was going to cry.

"They found him unconscious by the wreckage."

"But…"

"They first identified him by the name on the bottle of Vicodin he carried in his pocket, before they found his wallet. The empty bottle of Vicodin…"

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