Summery: Just read…


Spoilers: Up until midway through "Heavy" and takes a twist.


Rating: PG-13


Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play. Song "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt

A/N: Again, sorry about the delay in chapters. I wish I could thank you all by name for your wonderful reviews, but that would take up like 5 pages! LOL Anyway, on with the show!

Tuesday, 6 weeks later

Like he did every Tuesday and Thursday, House sat on a chair in the hallway sucking on a lollipop, waiting for Allison to come out of the support group meeting. He made a habit of walking her down to the first floor after they got off of work at 5pm and waited for her so they could go home together.

Home.

If she was still staying with him.

During the first week of therapy, things were pretty much normal. She'd crawl into bed with him every night, go grocery shopping twice a week, make sure all of his soaps were taped for him when he got home. The second week, House finally allowed her to come back to work. Half of the nights he had noticed she stayed in her room. The third week, she didn't come to him once. After the fourth week of therapy, she told him she was ready to go back to her own apartment.

"House, I can't believe I've imposed on you for almost a month and a half!"

"You were in no condition to be by yourself."

"I know, I know. But I feel better than I have in ages. And I think it's time for me to go home."

"If that's what you want."

"It's not that I don't appreciate what you've done for me." She gave him a soft smile. "You saved my life, in more ways than one. Thank you."

House cleared his throat. "Yes, well, we'll take care of everything over the weekend. Now I need to get some rest. See you in the morning."

"Good night."

Cameron was now in her sixth week of therapy and doing wonderfully. House was in his second week of living by himself again, and feeling more alone than ever. He was happy, though, that she was finally getting better. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy.

But here he was, every Tuesday and Thursday, he still walked Cameron down to her meeting and took her home. He didn't want to take the chance of her getting attacked again.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

House looked up to see Cameron standing over him. "Done already?"

"Yeah. Tuesdays are usually a bit shorter. You know," she said, waving at a few of the people walking out, "some of the girls are really creeped out by you sitting out here every session."

"Well, discuss it next time. That's what therapy's for. Talking things out."

"Haha."

"In the mood for stopping for some food tonight," he asked, getting up. "I'm starved."
"Are you ready, Allison," came a voice from behind them.

Cameron bit her lip apologetically. "I'm so sorry House, I forgot. I made plans with Dr. Stevens for dinner tonight after therapy." Dr. Stevens was a nice, young surgeon who had helped them with a case earlier in the week.

"Nice to see you again, Dr. House."

"Mmm."

"Well, we had better be off, Allison, or we're going to be late." He looped his arm in hers, and they started to walk out.

"I'm sorry House," she called over her shoulder. "Thursday night! Chinese and a movie! You're choice!"

House stood in the hallway, dumbfounded and a little… hurt? He didn't like all these unusual feelings Cameron brought out in him. They made him uncomfortable. Caring, love, hurt… they were all things he thought were long gone. And now so is she, he thought staring at the doctors' retreating backs.

Thursday, 4:50 pm

"House," Cameron called, poking her head in his office. Not there. She walked into the conference room. "Hey, guys, have you seen Dr. House recently?"

"Nope," answered Chase. "Haven't seen him in hours."

"Yeah, he's been pretty much MIA all day," Foreman added.

Well, this was unusual. This would be the first time in 6 and a half weeks that she would be walking down to therapy alone. It unnerved her a bit.

"Okay. If you see him on your way out, tell him I'm down in group, okay?"

"No problem.," said Chase. "See you tomorrow."

Cameron walked out with a frown on her face. Actually, she hadn't seen House all day. This felt very off.

Two hours later, she walked out of group, fully expecting House and his lollipop to be waiting for her. She had told him that they would do dinner and a movie afterwards tonight. But the hallway was empty. Why the hell would he ditch her like this?

House sat at his piano with a glass of scotch and his thoughts. This was why he didn't want to get close to Cameron. All of those mushy, lovey doevey feelings were back. It took him long enough to accept them when he was with Stacy. Now, Cameron was flaunting her new, younger boyfriend right in front of his face. He couldn't have that. He was Gregory House, bastard extraordinaire. He worked long and hard to be the asshole he was, and by god, he wasn't about to give up that feature! He needed to push his feeling aside, and accept the fact that he wasn't made for her. But after avoiding Cameron all day, the pit in the bottom of his stomach just got wider and deeper. Sighing, he turned to the keys and started to hum a song he heard earlier today.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face,

When she thought up that I should be with you.

But it's time to face the truth,

I will never be with you.