Sorry this is so short, I probably won't be able to update for a couple of days. This is all I could think of seeing as it's almost 12:30 at night for me and I have family coming tomorrow. Gosh I better get to bed, well here's what popped out of my head tonight.

SpOiLeR WaRnInG

Spoilers for the season one episode "Detox" and the season 2 episode "House vs. God".

Chapter 7

She couldn't bear to tear her eyes away from him for one second, she was afraid he plunge himself in too deep with no help to be saved. She shook the thought from her restless mind; House was not going to kill himself, not if she could help it.

He looked horrible and to anyone else he might have looked like he spent a year buried in dirt. He meant the world to her, although she'd never tell him that.

She never really could tell if she actually liked him. It was more like a school-girl crush to her. She respected him, she trusted him, but had she loved him? She had known him for years, all through med school; she gladly hired him when he needed a job. She knew it was also insane, but what fun is life if you don't take risks, even if it means having to deal with Greg House. He is brilliant that's why I hired him, that's what she always told herself. But was it really more that she knew was ever there?

"Please stop staring…" His words came out broken and pained. She didn't notice until he pointed out that she was gazing at him, lost in some oblivion.

She wanted to find a place and cry, she couldn't, he needed someone strong for him right now, and Wilson had already lost hope. He clutched at his stomach as another wave of nausea hit; he was so weak he almost fell flat on his face from the retching.

"House, want something for that?" she was ready to grab her cell phone and call in the orders, maybe one of his lackeys could bring it over. Not Cameron, no. For one, she couldn't see him like this, and her caring-till-your-eyes-pop-out demeanor wouldn't be what he needed right now. He didn't respond he just squinted his eyes tightly shut.

"No" He slowly put up his hand grabbing her arm and her attention.

"I've detoxed before just fine on my own. You'd remember you forced me into it."

He silently recalled the events of that week. He was so desperate for relief he ended up smashing and breaking his hand, he cancelled that kid's surgery only to be slugged by an angry parent. He did the autopsy on the cat, his hands shook so badly and he could barley concentrate. He didn't want to relive that day, and it looked like she didn't either.

"You took the bet, I didn't force you into anything!" she screamed. She had never wanted to slap herself more then at that moment. Why couldn't she control these stupid things?

Then there was silence, a long eerie silence. Something had to be said to fill the void before they were both driven mad, and it obviously wasn't going to be him. Time to get over your fears and step up to the plate…

"House, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that." She poured her heart into apologizing.

"Give it up, what's said is said." He didn't need ooshy-gooshy share your feelings time right now; he wasn't that kind of person.

He looked down at his hands and only now noticed they were trembling. All he could think about was ending this once and for all. But he couldn't do that around her, heck he couldn't do that to her. That would be the cruelest thing he would have ever done. He didn't want her to have to suffer because he couldn't take it.

He never really believed in God, the afterlife, or miracles, but he could sure use one...

He once told his team when he was treating some faith-healer kid...

"If you talk to God you're religious, if God talks to you you're psychotic"

If there really was a god, he must really hate him right now.