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Chapter Five

For five longs weeks she had stayed vigilant to his bedside only leaving showers and such. Food was brought to her; her apartment became a foreign place with the food in the fridge becoming out of date and mouldy. Everyone saw it then, how much she truly cared for a man who most thought could only care for himself. She sat in the corner of the darkened room replaying those moments over and over in her head.

"Which one of you is House?" He had known her name, House had looked at her, the gun appeared, the speech became blurred, she could no longer hear. Crack! She had heard that, she had felt that, her heart momentarily stopped, had he shot her? No, she saw him fall to the floor, her legs felt like lead. She couldn't move them if she wanted to, she saw the gun turn to face her and the other ducklings, freezing them also. Her heart was aching, beating too fast, she was going light headed, and the blood was staining the carpet, spreading. Her eyes focused on the blood, it was spreading, spreading. She didn't notice him leave, or realise that her other two colleagues had jumped into action, not until she heard Chase's voice shoot into the air.

"Cameron! Snap out of it, get over here and apply pressure." Running to his side she bent and pressed her hand against his wound in his neck, begging the blood to stop, she looked at Chase.

"Foreman?" It was all she could say, Chase's eyes met her and he nodded.

"He went to call security and get a gurney." As if on cue Foreman ran back into the room accompanied by nurses and a gurney. They transferred him from the floor to the gurney and left the room in a hurry. Down in the OR she heard herself rattle off some statistics to the other doctors around her, and then she saw his eyes open, heard her telling him he was going to ok.

"You don't know that." She barely heard what he said next, or what else went on, he was right as usual, she didn't know he was going to be ok. She only hoped.

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That was five weeks ago now; he had drifted in and out of consciousness barely saying anything. As for her? She had stayed in the room begging to, she didn't know whom for him to wake up for good. And then it happened, four thirty six am Thursday 26th of April his eyes fluttered open and he croaked out her name.

"Cameron." She stood up and stepped into the light of the room, looking at him. "Water." She scrambled to get him some water, holding it gently to his lips. He gazed up at her and then ever so slowly put his hand on top of hers. That was all it took, she realised something had happened in that moment, something had happened while he was out, something inside him changed.

She stayed with him when he was discharged, making him comfortable at home being like his private nurse. His leg was better, he no longer need the vicodin no longer needed the cane. What surprised him the most was she still liked him, he was no longer damaged, didn't need fixing and she was still around, still pining for him. And so he gave it to her. One afternoon she was unpacking the groceries she had brought round for him, she had taken to doing this, the little things that really helped him.

He came up behind her, pinning her between the cupboards and his body, she turned around and came face to face with his chest. Slowly she brought her head up to look at his face and his mouth captured hers, parting her lips roughly with his tongue, forcing it into her mouth dancing with hers. Her hands gripped the sideboard and she gasped before returning the kiss and sliding her hands up his chest. His hands found her skirt and hitched it up, his hand running in-between her thighs, he felt her quiver as he reached the top of her legs and he pulled out of the kiss.

"Up."

He grunted at her and she slid up onto the sideboard and that's where he took her. In a rough, fiery frenzy that is where they first had sex. Afterwards they didn't cuddle, she didn't ask anything of him, except for the use of his shower. In the weeks that passed they continued to have sex, late at night in his office, the back of her car, his apartment, at one point they almost did it in Wilson's toilet but she had felt too uncomfortable.

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Their relationship didn't progress much, the odd dinner, the occasional sleep over and of course the use of their first names in bed were the only signs that they had some sort of relationship. It was two months into their relationship when things took a turn for the worse. While squashed into the back of her car, House positioned on top of her in a very awkward way he felt the first real twinge in his leg that he had felt in months. Pulling away from her lips he grabbed his leg.

"Damn it." Her eyes filled with concern and she sat up a little.

"You ok?" He glared at her and nodded sharply.

"I'm fine!" She glared right back at him.

"You don't look…" He cut her off before she could finish.

"I said I'm fine Allison! Just…just drive me home." He sat up, climbing off her thankful that they hadn't actually started anything. She looked at him before clambering into the front of the car and fishing her keys from her purse. Starting the engine she drove them to House's home in a deafening silence. Pulling up she kept the engine running as House climbed out, unsure of whether to follow him or not. He stopped half way up his steps and turned to look at her.

"Are you coming or not?"

She tried not to smile as she turned the engine off and followed him inside the house.

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It was three days later when Allison woke and realised he wasn't next to her, straining for the sound of shower she closed them gently again as she heard the cupboards in the living room being opened and then banged closed. Standing up she grabbed House's shirt and pulled it on, walking into the living room she watched him search high and low and felt her eyes dampen as she saw his hand clutched firmly onto his cane once more. They had always known the ketamine may only work for a while, but she had truthfully thought it would have been longer than two months, she scolded herself for being such a hopeless romantic.. House sensed her presence and whirled around to look at her.

"Where are they?" She pointed at the cupboard to the left of him.

"Inside the cluedo box." He nodded and turned to open the cupboard and grabbed his bottle of vicodin. She stepped forward and watched him dry swallow three.

"Greg…" She began lightly in a warning tone, but was shocked when he turned to her his face showing no emotion.

"What Allison? I thought you would like this, I'm a cripple again, and I need looking after. Oh please Dr Cameron wont you take care of me? Please, I need fixing." He glared at her. "There you go, I'm damaged once more. Just what you need."

She didn't cry, she didn't say anything she simply nodded, understanding completely. He only thought someone could truly love him if he was functional, if he could have mad passionate sex in the back of a car, or against a wall, but that wasn't why she loved him, couldn't he understand that? He walked past her and then stopped before entering back into the bedroom.

"Are we going to have sex again today or not? 'Cause if it's the latter, I suggest you grab a shower and leave Cameron." The use of her last name cut through her like a knife, she didn't bother with a shower, just dressed and left.

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Four weeks later in a cramped apartment in New YorK Allison stood against a toilet wall trying to control her breathing. The white stick in her hand shook along with her hand before she dropped it in the trash. She splashed some water onto her face before staring at herself in the mirror. She was going to have his child, she couldn't give up a child, couldn't kill a child.

Placing her hand on her stomach she contemplated going back, telling him, offering him a place in their lives. But her common sense hit her like a rock, he would throw it back in her face, he wouldn't want to look after a baby. She couldn't do that to her child, couldn't let it be rejected by House, discarded like a rag like she was, she couldn't subject a child to that. So her decision was made, she was going to have this child on her own. She was going to carry on.

A little more than nine months later she found herself sat on her couch in her newly furnished home just outside the centre of New York in a very respectable neighbourhood. Watching a movie with her lodger, Jonathon a med student who had been staying with her since she bought the house six months previous.

During a funny part in the movie she found herself wetting herself with laughter, and with a sudden realisation she realised she was going into labour. Jonathon ran around in a flap grabbing her over night bag for the hospital and phoning the necessary people who happened to be everyone they knew, except the paramedics. Allison watched with a smile as she picked up her own mobile and called for an ambulance.

It arrived within ten minutes and a very pissy Allison climbed into it swatting away the paramedic trying to help her. Seven hours later Allison screamed in pain, as did Jonathon who's hand was being crushed, as if it were in a vice. The sound of a baby's cry filled the room and Allison sighed and tried to catch a glimpse of her baby, the nurse held her up.

"Congratulations Allison, you have a beautiful, healthy baby girl." She looked at Jonathon. "Would you like to cut the umbilical cord?" He smiled.

"I'd be honoured." After cutting the cord the baby girl was taken away to be cleaned up and Allison had little more than two minutes rest before she was being ordered to push.

"I AM PUSHING YOU IDIOT!"

"I know Allison, but you need to push harder." The doctor told her and she felt like kicking him in the face but restrained, after trying once more she flopped back onto the bed.

"I give up, let it stay there, I can't do this!" The doctor looked at her over his mask and said very seriously.

"Allison, the baby is breach, it's in a very difficult position. I know it's hard, but you're going to have to push very hard." Jonathon grabbed her hand and held it tightly; Allison took in the news carefully and nodded her head.

"Ok."

What felt like three hours later, but was in fact just a minute the nurse was holding up a baby boy and offering Jonathon the umbilical cord, which he cut with pleasure. Once both babies where returned to Allison's arms in blue and pink blankets she smiled down at them and gave them each a kiss on the forehead. Jonathon sat on her bed next to her and she gave him the baby girl to hold, he looked at the babies and then to Allison.

"I'm so proud of you." He leant forward and kissed her forehead, she nodded and then returned to gazing at her babies, she had everything she wanted, she had a family.

Ok. What do we think? This was just a flashback chapter..if you understand..for Shelly. Just so you can see how things happened.

hope you liked.

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