Chapter 2:

Cameron sighed as she opened the door to her apartment. She couldn't believe she'd just done that. She left Princeton-Plainsboro...again. She'd gone to Chase's house, but it was nothing more than the need for attention. Now, she was home, the place that she often hated. This was where she had time to think, and to contemplate her actions.

With an exasperated sigh, she dropped her keys onto the table and immidiately went to the bathroom to take her shower. She then stripped all of her clothes down and got in, letting out a long breath as she felt the water pound into her back.

That's when all the thoughts came back to her. Foreman left, and Chase left, and then she left. She was going to miss all of them, but House was the one on her mind right now. She knew she loved him the moment that she walked into the hospital, but it didn't matter, she left, and she was never going to see House again. He was a memory; she wasn't going to go back to that disaster.

A few minutes later, she got out of the shower and wrapped her hair in a towel after wrapping herself in a robe. She got changed into her pajamas and settled down on the couch to watch a sad movie, but she was interrupted about halfway through.

The knock on her door was one she'd heard many times before. She opened it with tearstains down her face, and a tissue in her hand. She smiled a little when she saw Wilson, but his face didn't reflect hers. He wore a look of worry on his face.

"Cameron, are you alright? You're crying," Wilson said as he walked in and wiped the tearstains from her eyes. Wilson had always been a good friend to her and he helped her through some of the hardest decisions that she had to make.

"Yeah, Flicka, one of the saddest movies I've ever watched," she said with a smirk as she pointed to the television. He nodded knowingly, then went and sat down on the couch; she soon joined him.

"So you quit," he said, not looking at her. He kept his eyes on the screen.

"Yeah, I did. The weird thing is, I really don't know why. I guess I just didn't want to be the only one that had to suffer."

Wilson sighed and nodded a little. "You're right. I really don't blame you, but this hospital needs you. It needs all three of you, and you're just as big a part as the rest of the team. He can't survive without you guys."

Cameron sighed a little and shook her head. "I can't, Wilson, I just can't work with him. He's an ass, and he doesn't give a crap about his employees or his patients. Whoever gets hired in my place I hope they have a lot of aspirin because House is going to pick them apart until they break." Wilson caught the sadness in her voice, and he could tell that House had done the same thing to her.

"Don't give up Allison," he said lightly. She looked over at him and bit her lip. With that, he pulled her to him and she rested her head on his shoulder. She swore that he was like her mentor, helping her through things when she needed him most. She was so grateful for that, and she would never take it for granted. "If he can give me one very good reason for me to go back to work, I will, but right now, he's just too much of an ass for me to even consider it. I wore my heart on my sleeve for him, and he gave me nothing but pain in return."

Wilson rolled his eyes. This was going to be more difficult than he thought.