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A/N: *squees and dances around like an idiot* aaaaaaw, thank you for all the lovely reviews!

There is a deathly silence in Wilson's office as Wilson's words reverberate around in House's brain. He grips his cane so tight his knuckles whiten and a fury unlike anything Wilson or Cuddy have ever seen burns in his blue eyes. Eventually House breaks the silence by asking "her injuries?" The tone of his voice is low and dangerous and both of the other doctors know they will have to tread carefully with him.
In a quiet voice Wilson replies "the usual. Chronic bruising to her thighs and vaginal area. Severe bruising to the face, injuries to her wrists from the rope he used to bind her hands together..."

Wilson paused, unsure of whether he should tell House of Cameron's cracked ribs and how she got them. Glancing at Cuddy out the corner of his eye he sees her subtly shake her head 'no'. House, however, notices the exchange and glares at Wilson angrily "what are you not telling me?"

Wilson looked at Cuddy helplessly, not knowing what to do. Cuddy simply nodded sadly and Wilson turned back to look at House, taking a deep breath before saying "she has cracked ribs House. They were caused by...by the..."

House growled in impatience "how?"

"The rapist beat her with a cane House. That's why she asked you to leave yours outside when you went to see her." Wilson sighed sadly before adding "Cameron told me the rapist asked her what it was about you she found so attractive...he asked whether it was because you're a cripple..."

House's blue eyes blazed with a barely restrained fury. The only time Wilson and Cuddy had ever seen House look so angry was when he discovered what Stacey had done to his leg. Without saying a word House stood up and limped from Wilson's office. Wilson and Cuddy looked at each other, not knowing whether they had done the right thing.

Foreman and Chase were in the conference room when House entered. He took one look at them and yelled "get out!" They gathered their things and scrambled out of the room, knowing from experience that it was better not to argue with House when he was in one of his moods. House entered his office and locked the doors before drawing the blinds. He didn't want to see anyone. His mind couldn't process what Wilson had just told him. He sat down at his desk and for ages he did nothing but sit and stare at his cane. For reasons he couldn't explain House felt guilty. However, his anger outweighed his guilt and with a growl he grabbed his cane and stood up and began pacing around his office, his hand keeping a tight grip on his cane. After a while he stopped and looked down at the floor before throwing his cane onto the couch. He quickly swallowed two Vicodin and took a tentative step forward, not quite putting all his weight on his bad leg. So far so good. He took another and his damaged leg crumpled beneath him as he put all his weight on it. He let out a small cry of pain as he hit the floor, sitting there panting, before he grabbed the edge of the couch and manoeuvred himself back onto his feet again.

In a fit of rage House picked up his cane and made his way out onto the balcony. Gripping it tightly he smashed it against the brick ledge, splitting it in two. He swung his cane again, splitting it right up to the handle. He dropped it and sunk to the floor, popping two Vicodin before putting his head in his hands. It scared him that he couldn't explain why he felt this way. He had been suppressing his feelings for Cameron, and his emotions in general, for so long that he couldn't handle it. He couldn't help but feel angry at everyone – at himself for being crippled, at Stacey for doing it to him, at the rapist for hurting his beautiful Allison, at Wilson for being the one to tell him, and he even felt angry at Cameron, for having feelings for him in the first place.

Wilson and Cuddy watched helplessly from Wilson's office, sad looks on their faces. Cuddy went to open Wilson's balcony door but he stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm "leave him be. He needs to comes to terms with this himself. All we can do is be there for him when he does."

Cuddy nodded in understanding. "I need to get back to work. Keep an eye on him, please?"

Wilson nodded and watched as Cuddy walked out of his office. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. He hoped House would be alright, and he hoped Cameron wouldn't hate him for betraying her confidence.

At her apartment, Cameron was having a hard time dealing with her emotions as well. She had been driven home by the police and once she was alone she curled up into a ball on the couch and cried. She had wanted House with her at the police station so badly, but that would have meant having to explain everything that had happened and she couldn't. He couldn't know. Cameron gazed at the flowers House had brought for her earlier and smiled softly. She wanted to see him again. She had to see him again. She was so confused! She wanted him with her but at the same time the thought of seeing him walking with his cane sent chills of fear down her spine. She knew it was irrational, because she knew House would never hurt her. Not physically at least. Sitting up she reached for her mobile when it began to ring. Weird, Cameron thought, I thought that only happened in the movies. With a trembling hand she picked it up and answered "hello?"

"Allie! It's Joe!" An overly cheerful male voice said.

Confused, Cameron replied "Joe? Joe who?"

At the other end of the line Joe frowned. How could she not remember who he was? Even though they never slept together they had spent many nights holding each other as Cameron's husband, and Joe's best friend, lay dying. Swallowing his annoyance at her he answered "Joe Marsden. Ryan's best friend?"

Cameron's eyes widened in surprise. She had not heard from him since Ryan's funeral, and she had long since locked away any memories regarding their time together whilst Ryan was in hospital. Forcing herself to sound happy to hear from him Cameron replied "oh! Joe! Hey! Look, I'm really sorry but now isn't the best time. It was good to hear from you, bye!" And she quickly hung up on him, breathing a sigh of relief as she did. He was a part of her past, he was what she needed at the time, but now she had no interest whatsoever in rekindling that flame.

Joe, on the other hand, was fuming. How dare she hang up on him? Clearly she still had feelings for the crippled doctor. He growled in annoyance. What he and Cameron had shared was so special, he could not let go of it. He would make her have feelings for him again, and forget about the doctor with the limp. Pouring himself a generous glass of whiskey he began to plot. Cameron would be his again, and this time, nothing was going to stop him from keeping her.

A/N: so, what did you think? Personally, I'm not entirely happy with this chapter but whatever...
SOOOO, ideas/thoughts on what Joe should arrange to have done to House? I have a few ideas but I would love to hear your opinions! Thanks for reading