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The three of them stood in silence for what seemed to Cameron to be forever. She was still holding onto House's arm, half squeezing it as if to hold her up, the other half as to force her to believe she wasn't dreaming it all. She felt drained and nauseated and desperately wished someone would say something so that would give her the excuse to leave the tiny room for fresher air.

"House." Wilson was the first to break the silence. "It's late, take Cameron home. She needs to lie down and rest. If you still want to pummel me afterwards, come over to my apartment and we'll settle it, but take her home".

As if the voice of reasoning had finally returned to him, House nodded slowly giving his friend a somewhat embarrassed glance. He reached over Wilson's shoulder and pulled Cameron's jacket and bag off of the hook. Making a small turn while limping, he moved to stand again before her.

His eyes moved quickly back and forth over hers. "Come on, let's get you home". His voice sounded tired and deflated with just a hint of being ashamed of what his actions had just been.

He held her coat up while she slowly slipped her arms inside. She winced once as he pulled the right side over to the center of her chest, causing his face to emote concern for her. He slipped the long strap of her bag across his chest and placed his left hand possessively around her back. House's voice was low, barely audible. "Wilson" he said turning to look at his dejected friend.

"It's ok, House. It's ok".

Cameron and House made their way through the darkened clinic and back into the warmly lit atrium of the hospital lobby. They walked in silence, he now holding onto the crook of her right elbow, until they reached her car. She threw her head back towards the direction of his bike. "I'm fine to drive, really. Don't leave your bike here all night".

House looked past her as if she hadn't uttered a word and stretched out his open hand. "Give me your keys".

She thought to herself that his eyes looked redder than the way hers felt. Cam…Allison". He said softly. "Please. I'm driving you home. Just let me do that." His left eye pinched together as he looked off and over the roof of her car before settling back full force into her gaze.

He picked up a long chestnut brown curl that fell softly over her shoulder and held it between his fingers. She felt like silk.

Smiling faintly, Cameron pulled her hand from her jacket pocket, passing the keys to him. He nodded slowly twice before guiding her towards the passenger door and carefully helping her to slide into the car.

Then she watched him as he awkwardly lowered his long frame into the seat next to her. He fumbled between his cramped legs looking for the release to slide the seat backwards. Placing the key in the ignition and turning the engine over, House looked over towards her before pulling out of the parking space. Her eyes were already closed.

Cameron spent the majority of the ride home with her head back against the headrest, her eyes tightly shut. Her head pounded from a heady combination of discomfort and tension. House's hand rested lightly on hers. After each pass through the gears, he would return his hand on top of hers and trace small circles on it with his thumb.

Her mind raced to recreate the events that had just taken place. How could one hour change her life so much? Or maybe it really hadn't. Maybe he would drop her off and tomorrow things would go back to being exactly the same as they had been just hours ago.

Before she had time to contemplate the possibility, the car slowed and pulled itself gently to a stop in her parking space. House killed the motor and turned his shoulder to face her.

Cameron turned her head towards him and opened her eyes. A small, tired smile curled on her lips. "Hey" she said staring into his eyes.

"Hey. How're you feeling? Think you can make it up the stairs yourself because I left my 'damsel in distress' rescue hero action leg at home".

"Ha. That's good", she smiled back to him. "No, I can make it just fine".

"Come on, let's get you inside". House pulled the key out of the ignition and released the door handle, turning on a little warm glow of light from her car. He was beside her door quickly, holding it open for her as he held out his left hand and pulling her to stand up beside him.

House reached in and pulled her bag out and gently closed the door behind her. They walked silently up to three steps to her front door and into the foyer before coming to rest at the foot of second floor stairwell. Cameron hesitated, staring up at the daunting climb and then back down towards House's leg.

"I can make it from here. You can take my car home if you'll pick me up in the morning", her voice was quiet in the cavernous foyer of the old house.

House looked at her with a second or two of indecision. He was sure at this moment she was the most beautiful he'd seen her look all day. Her hair was starting to come away from the barrette in the back and long, wavy strands fell loosely around her face.

Her cheeks were slightly puffy from the tears and her lips seemed fuller and pinker- most likely from the effect of razor stubble across their delicate surface.

"Mmmm, nope. Don't think I'll do that."

Cameron's heart sank. Her eyes floated downwards towards her shoes. "Right", she thought to herself. The ride home was about fifteen minutes, more than enough time for him to change his mind about everything. Now, that sounded more like the House she knew.

"Ok, well you can wait in my place while you call a cab. Otherwise you'll have to sleep on my couch" she threw in jokingly waiting for the witty retort he was going to hand her, no doubt.

"Great. Sounds like a plan" he bantered back.

Cameron's feet were frozen in the same spot as where House had once been standing. "What? What exactly sounds like a plan?" she called up to him as he began to ascend the stairway.

"Are you coming? Because seeing that I'm already halfway up, I'm not coming back down for you. Good, Lord woman. Would it have killed you to find a place with an elevator?"

Cameron's eyes followed House as he made his way to the first landing. "I think that's the least of your worries tonight", she said as a smile finally made its way across her lips.