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A/N: Okay, thank you to the TWO people who reviewed my last chapter. Joking, all. Joking. It's alright. There will be no more smut for quite awhile I think. But anyways... Chase will seem quite different in this chapter, but then again... Chase is a very unique character. So...off we go!

"You slept with her?" Wilson's eyes were wide in utter shock.
"Eh."
"Wait a second… You slept with her and you didn't tell me?"
"Eh."
"House!" Wilson glared at House across the clinic bed. "That's not it, is it? Not only did you sleep with Allison Cameron and not tell me but something else is going on. What is it?"
"FINE!" snarled House, slamming the butt of his cane on the ground. "I slept with her a week ago and she moved in the next day. That better for you?"

Wilson released a whoop of laughter. "I knew it! I knew you had the hots for her!" He smirked. "Cuddy and I made a bet about you two. She bet that you two would sleep together but you wouldn't bother saying that you loved her. I said you would." Wilson pumped his fist into the air like a little boy, but paused at the uncomfortable look upon House's face. "Wait a minute, you did tell her you loved her…didn't you?"
"I think it was implied when I slept with her and let her move into my house," he responded with a snap.

"No… You have to tell her that you love her! House…" Wilson sighed and leaned against the wall. "You're a hopeless bastard who knows nothing about love."
"Yet I'm getting laid more frequently than you probably during you last marriage."
Wilson's smirk fell into a scowl. "Shut up, House. Don't you have a case to solve?" House gave him a scowl in return, and limped off to his office, but in his mind a thought rang out.

"Tell her that you love her!"

"So…" House gazed around at his ducklings, two of which had a glazed look in their eyes. But not Cameron. Her attention was focused on the case before her. 'Hm… why not give all my ducklings a little wakeup call?' Wilson's nagging voice was still prodding the back of his mind, but House had managed to drown most of it out.

"Come on!" House said lightly, coming up behind Cameron's chair. He could see Cameron's look of surprise when he trailed his fingers along her bare neck, not at all visible to either Foreman or Chase. But both male doctors saw Cameron's reaction. When her eyes shut and she took in a sharp breath. Foreman's dark eyebrows rose up curiously. Chase had confused look upon his face.

"Cameron," House said as his fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of her neck. "Go check on the patients. You seem… tense."
"Alright." Cameron rose and exited the diagnostics room, her cheeks a brilliant shade of pink.

Her breath caught in her throat at the man before her. She was just outside the diagnostics room, yet passed the glass walls. He was tall, yet his dark brown hair was graying. His mouth was set in a vicious smile. His dark gray eyes flashed maliciously. "Hello, Aly," he said coldly, staring down the young immunologist.

"D…dad." Cameron's eyes were set with terror. No, it couldn't be. He couldn't be here now.
"You didn't think I would let you go after you reported me, did you?" he said, his voice as cold as ice. "I told you all that I would kill you. Unfortunately, you're the only one close enough to get to, after your mother, that is."
"So you did kill mom?" she hissed, her hands balling up into fists of rage. "You despicable old bastard! How could you be my father?" she said in a low tone, her voice filled with rage.

Her father's eyes were now wide with rage. "No one," he hissed. "Speaks to me like that!" He howled in rage, revealing a pistol. Cameron released a shriek of terror.

"So House, what was with Cameron?" Foreman asked his boss, who simply smirked in knowingly.

"Not sure. Maybe…" His voice was broken by a scream from the hall. "Cameron!" he yelled in terror. He hobbled into the hall. "Foreman! Get my gun that's in my desk. NOW!" House was limping at a rapid pace, but didn't need to go too far out the door.

A man had a gun pointed directly at Cameron, whom was stalk still. The man pulled the trigger and the gun resonated in the hall.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. The bullet whizzing straight at Cameron, her face filled with terror, rage, sadness, and shock. And when it hit her, she fell to the ground with a heavy thump. House couldn't move.

The man released a yell of triumph as he stepped towards the fallen doctor. "Sorry, Aly," he hissed. "No one lives when they pass me."
"NO!" House yelled again. Foreman now came with gun, which House snatched away. It took moments for one more trigger to be pulled…

And Cameron's father fell.

House was seated outside the emergency room where the other doctors tended to Cameron. Cuddy hadn't allowed him to operate on her. Something about getting emotionally involved. Wonderful. Wilson had told her.

House muttered angrily until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Cuddy standing before him.

"House," Cuddy said, settling down beside the crippled doctor. "Are you okay? I know this is tough on you…"
"Have you contacted her siblings?" House asked, cutting off any sympathy.
Cuddy's eyes softened. "Yes. Her sister's on her way as we speak. But her brother won't be able to come as quickly. Trouble at the airport. House, it's okay to admit you're concerned. You love her."
'There's that word again!' House shrugged, then nodded slightly. "Yeah, I'm concerned. Just… how is she doing?"

Cuddy took in a deep breath. "Same thing that happened to you," she said, a dazed look on her face. "Lodged in the posterior rib."
House nodded, obviously nervous.

"They are having some trouble, but she will probably be fine." Cuddy placed a hand on House's shoulder as she rose. "She'll be fine, House."
House nodded sharply, wringing his hands nervously. He then began to tap his cane against the ground fiercely. At last, he clasped his hands together, shutting his eyes.

'God. Angels, Buddha, anyone up there? I wouldn't really know since I'm not in a religion. But… Please take care of Allison. Please.' He took a deep breath. Pretty sincere for his first prayer since he was a little boy.

A few hours later Dr. Brown, the woman whom had been operating on Cameron, arrived before House, who's eyes were drooping from exhaustion. "Dr. House?" the oriental doctor said, removing her mask. The crippled doctor lifted his eyes. "You can go in to see her now."
House rose, and entered Cameron's room. There she was, lying on the bed as though asleep. Beeping machines surrounded her, each appearing slightly menacing to House. Her chest lifted up and down evenly. He walked over until he was beside her.

"Cameron?" he said gently, taking her hand. He knew she couldn't hear him, but he continued nonetheless. "I'm here. Everything's going to be fine." He thought he saw her shift, but it was most probably his imagination. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before seating himself beside her in a chair.

MDMDMDMDMDMD

Cameron's eyes opened slowly, wincing as the light poured over her. The first thing she were flowers. Flowers on the table just before her bed. She then saw to her amusement a trio of animals. Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, and Eyore. Each wore a nurse's hat and a sign. Pooh held "GET." Tigger held "WELL." And Eyore was stuck with "SOON." Cameron struggled to rise but was stopped by a powerful hand.
"Whoa there, Aly." Cameron looked up in utter shock. House was standing by her bedside. He pushed her back down on the bed. He carried no gifts. But then again, she didn't expect him to. It wasn't at all like House, anyways. Even if they did live together. House eyed the gifts at her beside. "Oh yeah. Those." He grunted as he wheeled the table over so she could view the objects. The Pooh, Tigger, and Eyore were from both Foreman and Chase. The vase filled with flowers was from…
"Cuddy and Wilson?" Cameron said in amusement. "They're together?"

House smirked. "Yup. Hold on… Where's my present. Oh…right. Here it is." He bent down and captured her lips in a tender kiss. She shut her eyes, yet winced as she tilted her head back. He pulled away slowly.
"Yours was the best," Cameron said gently, a blush creeping into her cheeks. She didn't dare ask about her father, or her brother and sister.

House smiled gently. "I'm not going to get all mushy here. You have visitors." He sensed her discomfort. He wouldn't discuss it until she was ready. "You can come in now!" he yelled, and the door to the room opened.

"Hey!" Foreman appeared in the doorway, followed by Chase, Cuddy, and Wilson. Cameron grinned at the sight of the doctors. They all seemed to share looks of relief.
"Quite a kiss you two shared… OW!" Wilson began before Cuddy stomped down upon his foot with her heel. "Lisa!" Wilson muttered before pulling the dean of medicine close. But Foreman, Chase, and Cuddy smiled knowingly.
Cameron laughed, but then winced, clutching her side. Foreman went to her bedside, checking the machines, then her. "You're still healing, but everything's going smoothly."

Cameron coughed, then winced again. Chase handed her a glass of water. "How long have I been out?" she asked, taking a sip.

"Two days," Wilson replied honesty. "Same as House."
Cameron nodded. She added tentatively. "Anyone else come in to see me other than you guys?"
There was an uncomfortable silence.
"Yeah," Cuddy said at last. "They're outside." House's hand rested upon Cameron's shoulder as the door opened one last time.