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 Six

Cameron looked down at the man in front of her, she felt as if her memory was coming back, but it was hazy. She shook her head at the man who grinned. He lifted his hand and beckoned her closer to him.

"Come here and I'll tell you. It's a secret." She foolishly lent forward putting her ear next to his mouth. The guy grinned and bit her ear and it was then that her memory came flooding back to her.

His arm stopping her from carrying on, his lazy southern drawl "Where you going pretty lady?" She had pushed away his arm and made a run for it, half way up the steps he had pulled her back down cracking her head open. The guy had dragged her towards him throwing her bag to the side, straddling her he placed one hand on her mouth and the other was pulling up her pencil skirt. She didn't hear what he had said to her after that, she couldn't hear him properly through the blood.

She had bit his hand and tried to scream but had felt him lift her head smashing it to the floor numerous times. The blood had trickled from her head as she felt the knife placed against her throat and his teeth on her ear.

She didn't remember much after that she could just see his hazy outline and his evil laughter as he undid his pants and she fell into darkness.

Cameron stumbled backwards from the patient, she could see his evil grin and it didn't matter that he had chopped off most of his hair, she knew full well who he was now. The memories flooded her brain like a damn breaking and water flowing down the valley, fast and painful. She put her hand to her stomach and her other hand over her mouth as she felt sick. The guy nodded and said in his sickening drawl.

"Yeah I heard that you were pregnant. You lost it didn't you?" He chuckled evilly. "Good. Even though I didn't get chance to fully deal with you, at least you suffered and lost probably the most precious thing to you at the time."

She looked at him and grasped for the door handle, finding it she bolted from the room leaving the patient laughing to himself. Cameron found the office door, no one was there yet, and pushing open the door she walked around aimlessly.

The memories were so painful, she didn't even realise that tears were flowing down her face; she ran a hand through her hair pulling it from the clip. She paced more and decided a coffee may help her, trying to even out her breaths she went to get a cup. She lifted up the pot and began to pour, but her head took over, she suddenly felt light headed and she grabbed out for a chair to sit on. Unfortunately she didn't make it.

Collapsing to the floor the pot smashed in her hand cutting her hand and wrist. Her head banged against the lino flooring and the coffee spilled from the pot soaking the floor and the bottom half of her lab coat. She lay there consumed once more by darkness awaiting to be found.

MD

Foreman entered the hospital fairly early that day; he walked through the empty corridors that would become busier as the day progressed. He made his way to the office where he would settle down with a coffee and the newspaper until House entered. Stepping through the door the first thing he noticed was the coffee under his feet making them stick to the lino, he followed the coffee and found Cameron collapsed on the floor, bleeding slightly.

"Shit."

Bending down he saw the broken glass and the cut on her head, but the thing that hit him most was the tears that he could see running down her face. He knelt down in the coffee, soaking his pants, carefully he checked Cameron's cuts, the ones on her hands and wrists weren't too deep, but the gash in her head was a little deeper.

He touched her forehead gently and then checked her pulse. He didn't even hear the door open and the sound of five feet entering the room, it wasn't until he saw Chase bending down in front of him and felt House's presence behind him that he realised they had entered. House tapped him with his cane and said in a gruff voice.

"What happened here?"

Foreman turned and looked at him. "I don't know, she was like this when I arrived."

Chase checked her pulse. "She's got a normal pulse, everything's fine, she's just blacked out." He looked up to House informing him of this information, House just nodded. As he opened his mouth to bark some orders at them Cameron came to and woke up, fluttering her eyes open she saw House and said in a tiny voice.

"Greg?"

Everyone was shocked by the sound of her voice, it wasn't like Cameron, normally her voice was confident and powerful seizing attention. However this time the voice was small and squeaky, very timid and vunerable. House nodded and prodded Foreman with his cane once more.

"Help her up into a chair."

Foreman and Chase put their hands under Cameron's shoulders pulling her up and aided her into a chair around the table. House looked at her and never taking his eyes off her told the other two.

"Clean and bandage her cuts."

Foreman and Chase didn't argue with him, they heard the tone of his voice. As Chase and Foreman set about sorting out her cuts in silence Cameron began to shake and more tears fell from her eyes, and surprisingly to the other two House handed her a tissue. Cameron slipped out of her lab coat grateful that the coffee hadn't soaked into her suit, and put the spare lab coat on that House had also handed her.

Once she had been sorted with a new lab coat, and her head and wrists and hands were bandaged all three men just stared at her. A tiny person sat in a chair, clouded by so much darkness, so many hidden problems, so many things she had repressed not wishing to deal with them. They all felt the weight of the situation, something had caused Cameron to collapse, she had been crying when it had happened and she was now crying once more and shaking.

Yet none of them questioned her, she would tell them when she was ready. She sat her hands in her lap staring at them her shoulders shaking her eyes producing fresh tears for the ones that fell. She muttered quietly, so quietly that the men had struggled to hear her.

"Greg…Greg…" Chase and Foreman felt slightly uncomfortable, they never heard Cameron call House Greg at work and they never heard him call her Alison, it was all very new and unsettling, but they didn't say anything. "Greg…hold me."

Stunned by her words Chase and Foreman looked at House. He didn't look at them but instead sat in the chair next to Cameron. She turned to him and leant into his chest finding a spot she buried her head into his shirt. Holding onto it for dear life, he put his arm around her back and held her close to him, letting her cry.

He was reminded of the time on the plan to Australia when she had been frightened of the air turbulence and she had soaked his shirt with her tears, just like now. He stroked her hair soothingly; he wasn't good with words, especially not with crying women.

Chase set about cleaning up the broken coffee pot, while Foreman made some instant tea using the kettle. Cameron continued crying and finally House spoke softly to her, his usual gruff voice gone, this was his voice for her, his gentle voice.

"Alison….Alison…shush…" He lifted her head from his chest using both hands, forcing her to look him in the eyes. Stroking her cheek he looked into her eyes and spoke only to her. "What happened?"

She looked at him for a moment before squeezing her eyes shut and she sighed heavily hiccupping a bit from crying, she tilted her head, leaning her cheek into his hand and opened her eyes once more.

"It's him."

House looked baffled. "Who?"

She fought back more tears and carried on. "The patient, he's, he's the guy, Greg, he was the one."

House looked at her, pain, anger and care flashing through his eyes all at once. Nothing else had to be said, everyone knew who the patient was now, but Chase couldn't help himself.

"He's the guy who attacked you?"

House glared at Chase while Foreman rolled his eyes, Cameron nodded and began crying again. House stood up, the anger taking over him. He wanted to kill this man; he wanted to make him suffer, like he had made Cameron suffer. However he was stopped by her tiny hands grabbing him, she looked at him and shook her head.

"No. Please don't leave me."

He looked down at her and nodded, sitting back down he pulled her into him cradling her in his arms. Looking at Chase and Foreman he nodded towards the door.

"Go inform Cuddy who our latest patient is."

They nodded and left, House watched them for a moment before resting his chin on top of Cameron's head and began rubbing her back in what he hoped was a comforting way as she cried.

Authors Note.

Ah ha! Some of you guessed who he was. Actually a lot of you did! Well of course this isnt the end, hey its just the beginning, actually its not, its around about the middle.

Well let me know what you thought of it! Review please. You know I love them I am a review whore!

Also I would like to say a special thanks to the wonderful person who reviewed, I think her name is Sarah (?) who corrected me on my improper use of the words 'Through' and 'Threw' I wasn't sure which one was which so i just guessed, but thank you, I think this chapter uses them correctly?

Love to all.

Crazy Gabs