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 Fourteen

After leaving a note for her parents Cameron got in her car, without even packing and left. As she drove she started to think. This was madness what was she going to say to him when she returned? It had been over a month now, he had probably moved on, her place at PPTH would have gone he would have a replacement. Then the thought hit her, what if he had a replacement for her on a personal level also? Rubbing her eyes she turned the radio on. She could see similarities between her and Stacy now, something she hated to see.

Stacy had left him then came back for him, this is what she was doing now, what if she got the same answer Stacy got? Shaking the thought from her head she fingered the teardrop diamond around her neck that her parents had given her hours before. How could something the shape of something so sad be so beautiful? Taking a glance at herself in the mirror she was shocked at how young she looked, without the stress of work she was glowing, her hair was shining, her skin clear and radiant but her eyes were sad and she didn't need telling why. Her thoughts went back to the last time she had looked so young. Her prom night was meant to be one of the happiest nights of her life, just like all the other girls, but it wasn't.

She gracefully made her way down the stairs, she felt like a princess. Her crimson dress flowed down her body naturally clinging to places it should, and then spread out at the bottom. Her red heels gave her an extra couple of inches and improved her posture. Her hair was curled into ringlets with half of it up and half of it down with some curls framing her face. Her make up was subtle but beautiful emphasising her own natural beauty. Smiling at her parents who held the video camera at her she waved her hand.

"Stop it."

"No, we want to capture this forever. You look beautiful hunni." Her father said with a smile while her mother smiled past the silent tears streaming down her face. Cameron looked at her mum.

"Awww mum please don't cry, I don't look that bad do I?" Standing now at the bottom of the steps she smiled.

"No, you look beautiful, I just cant believe how grown up you are." Her mother touched the curls around her face gently more tears flowing from her eyes. Cameron looked around.

"Where's Zach?"

Her mother shrugged. "I don't know, he's been out all day."

"Damn, I wanted to see him before I left." Her mother went to say something but the doorbell rang and instead she opened that gasping.

"Joshua you look so handsome."

"Thank you." His eyes fell on Cameron. "Wow. Alison, you look…. wow."

She blushed and nodded. "Thank you, you too." He extended his arm.

"Are you ready?"

She took his arm and smiled at her parents. "I'll see you later. Bye."

Her parents watched in silence as their little girl who had grown up so fast left them, feeling a bittersweet feeling they shut the door quietly.

Yes, it had started off beautifully; everything was going to plan and the night looked like it was going to be an excellent one. She chuckled while driving, how naïve she had been.

They had been at the prom for around an hour and a half and had danced till their feet had hurt. Sipping her drink at the side of the dance floor Cameron smiled as she felt Josh's lips on her neck. She giggled a bit and he looked at her.

"What?"

"Nothing, it just tickled. Sorry."

He looked at her for a moment before nodding and wrapping his arm around her waist, whispering quietly in her ear.

"Hey, when you've had enough, we can leave. I've booked us a room at one of the hotels just outside of town."

She stiffened up. "What? Why?"

He looked at her with a sly smile. "You know."

She looked back at him with a glare. "No I don't, what?"

"Well Alison, we've been together for two years now, I thought that to make this night even more special we could you know, seal the deal." Her mouth fell open and he nodded a smile. "I know, it's a huge thing but I think we are ready."

She stepped back from him and shook her head. "I'm not. Josh, I'm not going to sleep with you tonight!"

His whole body tensed up and she could see the anger flash in his eyes. "Fine. I'm going to the toilet."

He left her on her own stood at the side of the room, she could see people looking at her, wondering why she had been left alone. Fifteen minutes later she had finished her second drink, wondering where the hell Josh had gone she left to find him. Making her way to the toilets she stopped dead in her tracks, she had found him.

Only thing was she found him attached to a girl she had thought was her best friend. Jane. Josh. His mouth. Her mouth. His hands. Her hands. Cameron's eyes stung with tears, she felt betrayed, she felt hurt, and then she felt angry. But with herself, if she had just agreed to sleep with him tonight he wouldn't have turned to Jane, this was all her fault. Her head screaming, her heart breaking she left, running home.

Bursting through the door she saw her dad sat on the leather chair. She took one step forward and he got up catching her in his arms. He didn't need to ask what was wrong, he didn't need to know, he just knew that his little princess needed comforting. He held her in his arms before turning on the record player, her tears started to flow as she heard the old familiar tune play. Her dad lead her to the leather chair where he sat pulling her down onto his lap, she buried her head into his shoulder her arms wrapped around his neck. He stroked her back soothingly as the song played humming along to it. She cried, her make up running, her tears never ending but still she sat in the arms of her dad, her protector, the only man she could trust.

As Cameron thought of that night, she felt sad all over again, she loved her dad dearly, and her mother, and in the past few years she had left them all alone. Hardly ever returning to see them. And there was the song again, that song that brought so many memories, her and her father playing when she was a child, her prom night, House, her and House, that night, that week, the past year.

Smiling sadly she put her foot harder on the accelerator but groaned as she heard the car spluttering and chuckling to itself as it rolled to a stop. She put her head on the driving wheel. This was just her luck. Bringing her head up again she saw a diner at the side of the road. It was late, or early, she wasn't sure but she could see the lights on. Getting out of the car she decided to hang out in the diner until she could phone her brother to come and get her. She figured she was at the most three hours away from home. Entering the diner she smiled at the woman behind the counter.

"Can I get a coffee please?"

"Sure hon, just sit and I'll bring it over." Cameron went and sat next to a window so she could watch the road. The woman brought her coffee over and Cameron nodded a thank you at her before turning her attention to the coffee. She sat there pondering her thoughts and her life.

MD

House couldn't think over the roar of his motorcycle. Yet he was sure that he was doing the right thing, he had to find her, had to tell her what she meant to him. He groaned inwardly, great, talking. He wasn't the best at that. He normally messed up saying something insensitive or sarcastic. Gripping the handlebars fiercely he carried on, he was going to get to her and tell her in some way what she meant to him.

He passed a diner and he nearly fell off his bike trying to get a glimpse at the girl he had seen in the window, he could swear to God that was Cameron. Deciding it was just his tired eyes playing up on him he carried on. But when he saw the car at the side of the road, that car with the silly stickers on the back windows his smile grew. It was her; turning the bike around suddenly he made his way back to the diner. Pulling up he climbed off the bike and entered the diner.

It was completely empty except for the woman behind the counter, himself and Cameron. He looked at her; she was sat with her back to him, her head down staring into her coffee. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her shoulders hunched, sagging under the weight of so many problems. He stepped forward and he saw her head lift up, her back straightening, she had heard his cane. He took another step forward before talking.

"I told you that scrap of metal didn't classify as a car." Her head whipped around at the side of his voice and he looked down at her and he could see a tiny smile spread onto her lips.

Authors note

Ok next chapter will be the last one.

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