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A/N: Due to the last really awesome review I got, I'm going to continue. I have a vauge idea of where this is going, but I'm a procrastinator: most of my stories are left unfinished. So, if you'd like me to continue, I will want some more fabulous reviews people!

Allison Cameron smiled softly at her reflection in the floor-length mirror that had been placed in House's office.

She wore a simple, white, a-line gown with about a three-foot train behind it. It was strapless, and the only adornments were some simple embroidered white flowers going down the back of the dress, and lining the top. Her hair was in soft curls falling around her shoulders, her makeup was minimal, and she had a single thin white band in her hair. She truly was a sight to behold.

The satisfied sigh and tap of heels alerted her that one Lisa Cuddy was watching her from behind.

"You look amazing Allison, absolutely beautiful. That man isn't going to know what hit him."

Cameron smiled at this, her knowing little smile, and said, "I think he's been land blasted since he first met me. He says he still can't figure out what I see in him."

Cuddy laughed and adjusted her strapless crimson dress to better suit her. "You know, for bridesmaid dresses, these are amazing." It was true of course, that Cuddy looked hot in pretty much anything. Wilson was always telling her that she would make a Burger King uniform look like a ball gown.

James Wilson was best man, and Lisa Cuddy was the maid of honor. Not surprisingly, Stacey Warner had not been asked to be a bridesmaid, but had, out of the kindness of Allison's heart, been invited to come. Allison knew without a doubt that Stacey would show up, and deep inside her was secretly afraid that Stacey would try to crash the wedding. Of course, the logical part of her knew better, as Stacey had been a lot more civil to both she and Greg recently.

Brought out of her troublesome thoughts by her sister telling her that it was almost time to go, Allison looked once more at her reflection, and suddenly wondered how Greg was faring.

Conference room/men's dressing area:

"Jesus this tie is too freaking tight, Jimmy! Can't I take it off? I can barely breath as it freaking is." He looked at his best man with the best pout he could muster, but James only frowned at him.

"You won't have to wear it long you ass. It's time for us to go out, so you'd better behave yourself."

House cocked an eyebrow, "What, and have Allison bolt on me because of some sarcastic remark I make? Not likely. Not even I am that stupid." He sighed and with a bit of nervousness, grabbed his "dress cane", the black one that he had bought specifically for this occasion and walked out the door ahead of the three stooges he liked to call his friends.

Once outside the conference room, the men met up with the bridesmaids. James was to walk down with Lisa, Chase was to walk down with Allison's sister Sonya, and Foreman was to walk down with Allison's best friend from college, Marie. So started the processional, a beautiful rendition of Pachabel's Cannon in D on the organ (playing from a stereo system), and once all of the bridal party was lined up, House himself took a deep breath and walked as best he could down the aisle. He knew that all eyes were on him. "Damn, he thought, they're supposed to stare at the bride, not the groom." But he just smiled and kept going, not wanting to give these people any fuel for their fire.

Then came the flower girl, Allison's niece, appropriately named Cameron, alongside the ring bearer, Todd, who was Wilson's nephew. The simple red rose pedals were sprinkled all down the center of the PPTH diagnostics corridor, and then every word or breath, or sarcastic remark Gregory House had ever made suddenly left him.

Twenty some odd feet from him, Allison stood waiting to walk into their future.

TBC……..

A/N: I know that this one wasn't really as deep as the last one, but I'll get back in the groove soon. I promise.