I told myself I wasn't going to write author's notes anymore because I doubt any of you want to read them but if any one knows what the song is that comes on the radio or why they didn't want to listen to it then post it. Also this chapter's a little short and all mistakes are mine because I didn't want to wait for my friend to read it first. Enjoy :)

Oh and the first 2 paragraphs are really weird but it was an idea that got stuck in my head so I had to write it.

People don't change; they grow. They don't change their personalities, they get new ones. Their old ones are still there; they're just overshadowed by the more dominant ones. People only give the illusion of changing. The tumultuous emotions and instincts they feel are always the same, always there. It's these conflicting personalities that lead people to make mistakes and bad decisions. Once people begin to grow its starts a spiral towards the ominous downward freefall into oblivion that will soon becomes their lives, the oblivion where the only thing that's left is conflict and mistakes.

Allison Cameron had many conflicting personalities. She was an oxymoron personified. Consequently she's made a lot of mistakes in her life. So when she gave the illusion that she had changed her mind about wanting to kill Dibala she really only had a different personality that thought that was the right thing to do. She still had her original opinion on the subject; she just had a different one as well. It was these two different opinions that led her to leave Robert Chase. Leaving your husband at one of his most vulnerable and dependant moments in life was not something she supported, it was by doing just that, that she grew another personality. And so, with these two new conflicting personalities-on top of her other ones-began the vicious circle that would soon become her life.

Cameron clung to the steering wheel with a something similar to a death grip. She gritted her teeth, mimicking what she was doing to the wheel with her hands. Chase was sat next to her. He was watching her, she could sense it. He wasn't looking directly at her, but his eyes kept wandering her way. It was unsettling for her. They hadn't spoken since they had been ordered from the hospital by their superiors, receiving sympathetic looks from their co-workers as they fled, and Cameron didn't trust herself behind the wheel, especially not now that she could feel his gaze, an unseen presence observing her intensely. She was beginning to feel claustrophobic from the lack of contact. Tendrils of silence reaching out and wrapping themselves around her neck were making her suffocate and choke. She couldn't breath. Desperately she tried to keep her eyes on the road. She couldn't concentrate. Again she wished that he would drive. Although she wasn't going to ask him, she wouldn't make the first move. The silence was overpowering, a hidden force was strangling her, stopping her from speaking. She could barely see the road anymore, her eyes glazed over. The longer she let the silence hang the more impenetrable it would become. An idea overwhelmed her along with the relief it brought with it. She turned the radio on and instantaneously regretted it.

'Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl

and with the way you look I understand that you are not impressed'

Cameron attacked the radio, killing the music and descending them both into silence once more.

"Allison…" Chase started, smiling hesitantly at her when she turned to glare at him. His smile wavered and fell when she cut him off.

"Don't" Her tone was devoid of all emotion like a computerised answering machine.

"Don't talk? What's wrong with speaking to you?" He was wearing the pitiful expression of an animal that had been abused for no particular reason.

"What more is there to say Robert?" Her detached tone cracked and malice slipped from her tongue like a whip cracking against skin. He waited several wary moments before speaking, observing her fastidiously to see how she would react.

"Why did you leave?" She gave him an incredulous look that seemed to ask him if he was serious while at the same time was derogating him thoroughly.

"We've had this conversation a thousand times." She reproached

"No. You didn't even give me a reason why you left the first time. When you came back we spoke about what you left, but not why."

"I think the, MURDER was a big clue."

"You went from blaming House and deluding yourself into thinking I hadn't done anything wrong, to blaming yourself and deluding me in to thinking I hadn't done anything wrong."

"I'm not discussing this; I've already given you the all answers I can." Her voice was descending from angry and aloof to scared and desperate.

"What happened to you? Last time… it was… It was the perfect goodbye, and I know that's a cliché but…"

"Perfect goodbyes are only perfect because they're goodbyes, you're never meant to see the person again. Happy endings are only happy because you don't see the rest of the story."

"This is what I mean, you're pessimistic and cynical, you used to see good in everything. You are House."

"I don't know what you want from me" her body collapsed, showing the full effect exhaustion was taking on her, as she resigned into the chair. She looked more tired than Chase had ever seen her. Behind her 'happy, excitable, I don't care what you think' exterior she seemed like she had given up, like she didn't care about anything anymore. Chase was grateful because he knew in that moment that he was one of a favoured few who had truly seen Cameron, and he wondered-not for the first time-if he was the only person she had ever shown her soul to. A glimmer of hope grew in his chest as he saw behind her wall. This version of her that he was seeing was a cheap, battered down, diminished version of the old her, but it was her nonetheless.

"I want a conversation; a real one, one that isn't full of broken promises and false apologies. I want… I want us." He tried to coax her out of hiding, to get her to talk to him.

"You can't have us. We're dead; we died a long time ago." Her walls suddenly came back up, all fatigue subsided into hostility once more.

Cameron knew she shouldn't have been driving. She reminded herself of this as her voice rose, her concentration fell and her heart broke. She reminded herself of this as her hands trembled and she swerved violently off the road. She reminded herself of this as Chase cried out her name and they drove headfirst into a ditch. She reminded herself of this as everything dissipated into black.