Disclaimer- I do not own House. Maybe Santa will get it for me for Christmas.

A/N- sorry it took so long to update. Also House might be a little OOC, but don't hurt me. It's hard keeping him in character. Anywhys I hope you like it.

It appeared on his desk one morning. He came in and went over to his desk and there it was just sitting there. He picked it up and looked at it.

It was a painting of the monster truck rally he had taken Cameron to about a year and a half ago. She had just stolen her cotton candy back from House and they were both smiling. After that she had told him she would race him to the car and he had limped after her telling her she had an unfair advantage but when she had looked back at him he was smiling and she had smiled and slowed down telling him he walked to slow. 'I'm a cripple' he had replied and they had made their way to his car in comfortable silence. Even now it brought a smile to his face so he turned the picture over to get rid of the memory, but then he saw what was written on the back.

As he read it his eyes widened in surprise.

House,

From thus moment

As long as I live

I will love you

I promise you this

There is nothing I wouldn't give

From this moment on

I love you,

A. Cameron

He stared at the words written on the back of the painting for a long time. When he glanced into the conference room he saw she was in there. She was smiling as she talked to Chase. As always he felt a stab of jealousy, she shouldn't be smiling at that wombat not with what he did to her, sleeping with her when she was high. But then she looked at him and smiled that smile, the one he loved, the one she reserved for him, the one that made the wall around his heart crumble just a little, every time. He forced himself to look away, which was harder then it should have been. He grabbed his cane and limped out the door, but not before hiding the painting in his desk, he needed to talk to Wilson.

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"I'm hungry," he announced barging into Wilson's office. Wilson looked up from his paperwork with a sigh.

"Why do you always come bother me when you're hungry?" he asked

"Because you have to pay," House replied like it was obvious.

"Fine let's go get lunch," Wilson replied defeated, getting up. Together they headed to the cafeteria. Wilson was surprised that House didn't make same comment about his number of girlfriends or wives.

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Wilson asked House as they sat down at a table.

"What makes you say anything's wrong. Is it because I didn't comment on the fact that your tie is green and not brown like it should have been?"

"It's almost Christmas, it's festive." Then he realized House was trying to change the subject and he tried to get him back on topic. "Don't change the subject what's wrong."

"Nothing."

"Fine don't tell me." And he didn't.

House didn't know why he couldn't tell Wilson what had happened, but he couldn't. He knew that Wilson would know what to do, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him. Wilson was his best friend but he couldn't tell Wilson everything. After lunch he didn't go back to his office. He went to clinic. He thought that maybe the morons in the clinic could get his mind off of Cameron, even for just a little while, but no such luck. By the time he got back to his office he had a splitting head ache and he still did not know what to do about Cameron. He needed to talk to someone about it, but who. Suddenly he knew who he could tell about it and he would not laugh at him. So he headed out of his office to talk to him.

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"I've got a problem," he said sitting in the chair beside the bed and putting his feet up. The man in the bed didn't answer, but he was in a coma so that was to be expected.

"You see there's this girl and I thought that she just had a school girl crush on me and I thought that it would go away. This morning there was a painting on my desk of the monster truck rally I took her to a while back and on the back she told me she loved me. I don't know what to do. See around that time I also told her I didn't like her, but I was lying. I don't know how to tell her though because I'm not good expressing my emotion. I don't even know if I should or if I should let her go on thinking that I don't like her and maybe she'll get over me. Or maybe she'll quit, I don't know if I could handle that again. What do you think I should do?" The coma guy didn't answer and that was when House realized what he was doing. He was asking a guy in a coma for advice; he was more messed up over this than he thought.

He headed back to his office and pulled out the painting staring at it. He didn't know how long he stared at it but when he looked up it was dark and he was alone in his office. Cameron hadn't come to say good-bye, but then again she hadn't said anything to him all day. He figured out what he needed to do hours ago, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to do it. When he glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost 11 he knew it was now or never, so standing he grabbed the painting and put it in his backpack, and then he grabbed his cane and headed out the door. He had to do what had to be done.

A/N- sorry it's so short, the next chapter will be longer. REVIEW NOW!!!