Again, thank you for all the reviews, I appreciate it. I'm trying to get as many chapters in as possible before I go back to university at the end of the month, can't see myself being able to update at this rate when I get back to work but hopefully I'll have most of it done.

In response to some comments I've been receiving, I did intend my other fic (Misconceptions) to be a oneshot so I doubt I'll add to it but we'll see, I might have a change of heart.

House was sitting in his darkened office throwing his red and grey ball at the wall in frustration. After dealing with patients in the ER he had escaped both Cameron and Cuddy in preference for brooding in his now second home. He hated how much effect the ER had on him, hated the fact he was reminded how he hurt the people around him...again, hated how he was reminded that he was left alone...again, but most of all he hated how a simple laugh, a simple smile on Cameron's face made him forget for a moment that he was a lonely miserable middle-aged man. He refused to admit that she could do that to him. Throwing the ball a little bit harder in aggravation, it bounced out of his reach, rolling towards his office door. Letting out a sigh, he pulled out the next best thing to relieve his tension; a bottle of scotch.

"At least I know where I stand with you, you're not gonna try and fix me and go pitying me, and I'm not gonna think about jumping you, it's all good" He muttered, taking a swig from the bottle after deciding a glass was unnecessary, it would only delay the inevitable. He had every intention to forget everything.

After the scene in the ER had calmed down Cameron had taken a well earned break. House was long gone and to be honest she couldn't blame him. He seemed almost uncomfortable whilst he dealt with the patients, his sarcastic comments not nearly as convincing or commanding as she was used to. Finishing yet another coffee, she sighed, she wasn't meant to feel like this, that chapter of her life had been closed long ago now, yet here she was, opening the pages once again and letting the torrent of emotions replay in her head.

It was almost the end of the day when Cameron finally gave into the concern for her ex-boss. As she waited for the elevator doors to open she reminded herself that she was only going to walk past his office, make sure he was relatively in one piece and then she would go home. That was the plan anyway.

The chime of the elevator announced the door opening and Cameron walked down the familiar hallway to the even more familiar office, ignoring the sense of nostalgia bubbling away inside her. Her original plan however of just casually walking past the glass walls of House's office was rendered useless as she discovered that the blinds were drawn. Hand hovering above the door handle, she was torn between taking a quick look and just going home. Ignoring the fact her head was screaming at her to go, her hand grasped the cool metal firmly and she slowly pushed the door open.

The smell of liqueur immediately greeted her and her eyes met the slumped form of her ex-boss at his desk.

"Oh god..." she mumbled to herself, quickly making her way over to him. She quickly realised that he was asleep but that didn't diminish her concern for him. "House" she said firmly, gently shaking him "House wake up"

A few more commands later and Cameron was greeted by the sound of a low groan as House's head slowly rose from the polished wood of his desk. Half opening his eyes, he looked at the intruder who woke him up from his slumber and groaned once again.

"I was asleep" He slurred.

"You're drunk" Cameron stated, the smell of alcohol even stronger on his breath and his eyes bloodshot.

"Yes I am" House smiled, looking rather proud of himself until he tried to sit up and was welcomed by the sensation of the room spinning and decided that keeping his head down was much better. Cameron sighed.

"Come on, I'll take you home" she said. House tried to look at her again.

"You're annoyed" He muttered, his speech slow as he tried to form the words "you're all clenched up, I don't like when you clench, makes me clench and things get all charged."

"I'm not annoyed, just...tired" Cameron sighed again. "Just be grateful Cuddy didn't find you like this"

"Nah, she'd love it. A sexy doctor like me too drunk to defend his honour, she'd jump at the chance to reproduce her evil species. The hospital will be filled with caned breasts...hmm, actually, maybe you're right, Cuddy finding me won't be good"

Cameron shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well come on Mr. sexy doctor, let's get you out of here" she grinned, offering her arm to help him up. Taking it, House slowly got up, leaning heavily against the younger doctor as she handed him his cane. He hesitated.

"Cameron...you don't have to...last time...last time this happened, Amber..." he started quietly, his eyes firmly on the floor. Cameron's eyes softened.

"House that wasn't your fault" she replied, tightening her grip around him, encouraging him to lean more against her. House just nodded and slowly made his way to the door whilst also tightening his grip around the other doctor.

Nothing was said during the walk to Cameron's car, House concentrating too much on not falling over and Cameron concentrating on keeping as much of House's weight off his bad leg as possible. Once in the car, House's head slumped against the passenger window and fell almost immediately asleep. Cameron looked at him, watched as he seemed almost in peace. It made such a change to see him so relaxed, so out of pain. A few seconds later she started the car and drove to his apartment.

House had remained fast asleep throughout the journey and waking him up required more effort than back at his office.

"You have pretty eyes" He mumbled as he finally woke. Cameron rolled up said eyes.

"I would say the same to you but they're all red and bloodshot due to the amount of drink you've drunk" she replied. "Now are you going to get out of the car?" she asked.

"Need help"

Cameron sighed and got out to help him. Slowly they made their way to his apartment door where House fumbled for his keys, insisting on checking Cameron's pockets before she slapped his hands away. Finally finding them, Cameron helped him to his bed, silently getting him a glass of water and placing it with his vicodin bottle on the table beside him.

"Right, well I'm gonna go, just sleep it off ok" she said, looking down at the still fully clothed figure lying on top of the bed covers.

"Sleep easier if I had someone here with me"

"Nice try but you've proved that you're quite capable of falling asleep on your own" Cameron smiled. "Good night House" she added before making her way to the door.

"Cameron"

She stopped and turned to face him once again.

"I...I'm gonna need a lift in tomorrow" he said.

"Well I'll be going in early, it'll probably be easier for you to get a cab" Cameron replied.

"I'll get up"

"Ok, well I'll be here at seven thirty, if you're not up you'll have to get a cab, I'm not gonna go to work late just because you couldn't get up because of a hangover."

House nodded. "Thank you" he said quietly. Cameron smiled, just catching his thanks, and gave him a nod before departing, leaving House to stare at the spot she stood before his eyes closed once again.