Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the storyline. If I owned House, would I be sat here writing this fan fic?

This is a sequel to You Found Me. You Brought Me To Life. If you haven't read it, you probably wont understand this one ok? So go read the first one first!

Chapter Five

House woke in the morning to find the bed empty next to him. His eyebrows came down in puzzlement, where was Cameron? He listened for the sound of running water, but there was none, and the sound of the TV wasn't there either.

Standing he made his way into the bathroom and smiled, on the mirror written in a lipstick that he had bought Cameron months back, a horrid pink colour that she had pretended to like was a message.

"Knew you would forget. Gone to do the blood work. See you at work. Love you. Ali."

And underneath the pink writing was a kiss, the shape of Cameron's lips printed on the glass in the natural brown colour she liked to wear. He laughed and set about cleaning the mirror, as he did he saw his own reflection rather than the message.

He stopped and studied it, why did she love him? Him, an old miserable git, who didn't care for anyone else.

He didn't deserve such a young woman with so much love to give. He tried to give it back, but found it hard; after Stacy had left him he closed down. Bringing invisible shutters down blocking him off from the outside world, and up to a year ago only Wilson had held the key. That had all changed with Cameron, as much as he had denied it, he had held feelings for her, and they just escalated over time.

Finally he had admitted them, rather awkwardly to her, and they had initiated their relationship. In the beginning he didn't know how to act, it had been so long and she was different. Yet after time they fell comfortably into each other's lives, as much as he hated to admit it he liked being with her, he liked who she made him. She hadn't changed him, but he had changed because of her. He had wanted to become a better person because of her, wanted to please her and be the person he wanted to be.

Before Stacy he hadn't been the way he was, he had been normal, not as sarcastic, sure he was sarcastic but not so much. He had accepted people into his life easily and trusted people. Then he had fallen ill and Stacy had betrayed him, she had made him suffer, and then she had left him, that was probably his fault, but the way he saw it she had basically ruined his life, he was allowed to be bitter.

Then Cameron had come along, with her innocence and her caring personality, and showed him his life wasn't ruined, he could still have love, and be happy. He had tried to push her away, but she always came back to him, and that's what he loved about her, she was determined, she might be caring and soft but she still had a strong personality, she had to with everything she had dealt with.

He looked at the lines in his face, they hadn't talked about the incident more than half a year ago, she hadn't wanted to, and he didn't want to push it. He was just there for her, wiped away her tears when she cried, and held her when she needed comforting.

He looked at the framed picture that was next to his bed, a picture of him and Cameron stood against a beige wall. It was at a Hospital party to raise money; he stood in his tux with his hand around her waist looking dishevelled as always. Cameron on the other hand was stood in a long gown; it was midnight blue colour and strapless, with little stars decorating one side of the dress going down in a straight line.

The dress hung to her tightly showing off her beautiful figure but it was her smile that drew him to her. She the most heart-warming smile he had ever seen, it wasn't like Stacy's when Cameron smiled she lit up the whole room. When she smiled everyone smiled back, but when she smiled at him, giving him the one special smile that was his, private to him his heart beat a little faster.

Stepping into the shower he once again questioned why she was with him, she could have any guy in the world, House was pretty sure that she could cause a gay guy to turn straight. Yet she chose him, him, a crippled old man who would probably in the end only end up hurting her.

He shook the thought from his mind, dwelling on unhappy thoughts like that didn't help anyone, Cameron had taught him that, he stuck his head under the shower letting the water wash over him. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, he decided he would wash it today; Cameron liked it fluffy and freshly washed.

He realised now how stupid he was for thinking that she was with Chase, he wasn't her kind of guy, not at all. Yet he didn't know about the child, the little girl he had seen with Joe looked like she Cameron's eyes, he decided that he would assume for the time being that she wasn't Cameron's little girl, and would keep that opinion till proven wrong.

After washing himself he stepped out of the shower carefully and limped back into the bedroom. Opening the drawers he pulled on some boxers and then some jeans, he decided on a Guns 'N' Roses top for that day.

Picking up his wallet from the dresser he opened it to see how much money was in it, not that it mattered; he could get Wilson to pay for most things. He couldn't help smiling as he saw the picture of Cameron that lived in his wallet. She had given it to him, it was a picture of her stood in the park casually dressed, her hair billowing out behind her and some in her face due to the wind, and there was that smile, that smile that he loved, the smile that light up her eyes.

He closed the wallet and shoved it into his pocket and made his way for some breakfast.Twenty minutes later House left for the hospital his cane clipped securely to the side of his bike, his helmet blocking out the wind from his face and the noise. He grinned as he took the last disabled parking space. And made his way into the hospital helmet in hand.

MD

Cameron walked into the conference room early, checking her watch she smiled knowing that House would only just be waking. She was dressed in a smart black pinstriped suit including a sleeveless waistcoat with a white shirt on underneath. Her hair fell lightly in curls with only the top half of it pulled into a silver clip. She opened the blinds letting in some sunlight and made a pot of coffee. Once she had downed her first cup she stood up pulling on her lab coat and set off for the patients room. Entering she saw him wake and flashed him one of her best smiles.

"How are you this morning?"

The patient gave her a warm grin and answered in an English accent. "As well as can be expected I suppose."

"That's good, have you suffered any more symptoms? Seizures? More hallucinations?"

The guy shook his head. "No, I've been just fine. How about yourself?"

Cameron smiled. "I'm very well thank you. But I'm the doctor, you're the patient, you're the one who's sick so lets worry about you ok?" The guy was charming that's for sure and it killed Cameron even more not to know who he was. "I need to take some blood to get some blood tests done in the laboratory. Is that ok?"

She picked up a needle and rolled up his sleeve, she caught a look at the guy who had grabbed her wrist. "Is something the matter? I need to get this blood."

He smiled at her and dropped his now apparent fake English accent. "You don't remember me do you Dr Cameron?"

Authors Note

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