Okay, I think I need to add just a little explanation about the beginning of this.

I've started it off CHAPTER ONE with the vehicle accident and everyone died from the ending of Hear No Evil. House woke up and realized it was a dream and Cameron was leaving House.

Parts of Chapter 1 and 2-4 are actually Up Close and Personal. I wanted to keep some kind of fluidity throughout the story. So, if you've read that, skip to Chapter FIVE.

NOTE: This is before his shooting incident for the S2 finale; when time is fast forwarded I will point out when it's AFTER the shooting incident.

SEE NO EVIL

CHAPTER ONE

……………………………. "Allison, please don't do this……" House begged as he stood at the bathroom door watching Cameron.

"I can't do this anymore. You totally blow me off at work, never mind that you never listened to me any other time."

He stood silent for a moment in deep thought then said, "Do you have some place to go?"

She shot him a glance that would have boar right through him if her eyes were laser beams. "You'd dismiss me just like that?"

"No. I don't want you living on the street." He told her calmly but coldly.

"Don't worry about me. You never have before. Don't you have clinic duty in a couple of hours?" She asked as she wrapped the blanket tighter and looked away from him.

House was either too tired to fight with her or too shocked that she'd just leave him like that. All he could do was to sigh heavily and head back to bed.

HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D.

When House got up from bed a few hours later he saw Cameron wasn't on the couch where he'd left her hours before. As he stood at the toilet he noticed all of her makeup, hairspray and personal things were gone. He felt a sharp pain in his gut, but it was from no medical ailment. It was from the fact that she would be moving out in a couple of days.

Later that morning House limped into the lobby of PPTH and headed for the elevator. He tried to ignore Cuddy as he saw her walk toward him and pressed the button repeatedly to hurry up and open.

"House, do you always need to be reminded you have clinic duty?" She asked him, noticing his eyes were unusually dark underneath and he looked completely exhausted.

"Yeah, I'm like almost 50 and that's when the memory deteriorates. Just do me a favor. Don't remind me, Luddy." NOTE: This is NOT a typo. He forgot her name-get it:o)

She put her hand on her hip and handed him a folder. "Danielle Brookstone is in exam room three. I expect you to be there in 60 seconds."

He looked at her as if challenging her. "I can see that patient in 120 seconds." He said, trying to be cute.

"You better be there in 30 seconds." She replied curtly.

"I can see the patient in 180 seconds." House told her just as the elevator door opened and he stepped in. "Make that 240 seconds. I need coffee." And the doors closed too quickly for Cuddy to respond.

House walked toward his office, not looking forward to seeing Cameron considering the way they left things earlier. Thankfully neither one of them were in the office. He headed to his office and threw his duffle bag on the floor before he sat down in his chair behind his desk, threw the clinic patient's folder in the trash and popped two pills down his throat.

A moment later he looked up to see Cameron and Chase turning the corner toward the conference room whispering to one another and laughing. They entered the conference room and Cameron headed to the coffee machine. House felt like terrorizing someone so he stood up and joined them. He boldly pushed open the door and walked through. Immediately the two stopped talking and looked at him rather pathetically.

"Where's Foreman? I need him to make my coffee." House asked.

Chase and Cameron looked at each other confused. "House, he's still home recuperating." Chase said quietly.

"Oh." He said then walked out into the hallway without saying another word.

HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D.

In exam room three, Danielle Brookstone was sitting on the exam table with her four-year old son Tyler next to her, who was behaving very well and quietly looking at pictures in a magazine. She was scratching her cheek and arms where a rash had broken out. Just then a tall, thin man with a cane walked into the room.

"Having problems at home?" House asked as he leaned against the wall, intensely looking at the the woman.

Both she and Tyler looked up in confusion. Well, Danielle was confused but Tyler was just curious about the man.

"Your cheek. Get in a fight with your hubby? You're bruised."

"Of course not. It started out as a cold but now I've got this rash all over, including my cheek." She said as she brought her arms toward him.

"Still have the cold?" House asked.

"I filled everything out on the forms when I first came in." Danielle said, starting to sound put out.

"Oh, yeah, that…" House said, remembering he'd thrown it in his trash can in his office. "I just like to get up close and personal with my patients."

Tyler started to sniff his nose and wiped it with the arm of his sweatshirt. "Honey, I told you to use a Kleenex, not your clothes." She said as she got off the table and reached for the tissue.

"I'm afraid I gave it to him, too. He's had a tiny fever, headache and the sniffles, same thing I had before I got the rash." She told House as she wiped her son's nose.

House looked at Tyler more closely from where he stood and noticed his eyes were bloodshot and just the imprint of a bruise on his cheek.

"Has he had a sore throat?" House asked as he stepped toward Tyler and felt his lymph nodes on the sides of his neck.

"No, he's never mentioned it." She answered.

House continued to examine Tyler's neck and throat, seemingly disinterested in Danielle all together. The one time that House wore the stethoscope around his neck was the one time a little 'walking snot rag' would grab it and blow in it, while the other end was still in his ears. House cringed at the loud explosion in his ears and shot Tyler a dirty look as he grabbed the stethoscope and flung it around his neck so it was on his back.

"I wanna be a doctor jus' like you!" Tyler said with a huge smile but his mother cut him off.

Danielle said rather impatiently, "I'm the one that's sick, not him."

Even that comment got Tyler's attention as he looked up at his mom. "I sowwy you sick, Mommy." He said as he put his tiny hand on her knee, which she paid no mind to.

"This itching is driving me crazy. Can't you give me something for it?" She asked rudely.

House looked at her, walked to a drawer in the cabinet and pulled out a syringe with a needle about five inches long, turned around and showed it to her.

"You're not shooting me with that thing!" She ordered.

"Hey, you can either suffer for the next three weeks or survive a two second shot." House told her as he looked at Tyler and said, "She's a big baby, huh?"

Tyler smiled then a second later his smile slowly disappeared. House noticed his eyes had become unfocused and before he knew what was happening, the little boy went into a full blown seizure.