Disclaimed.

Sorry for the wait folks. I've been busy and I'm sick (again). But I'm here now! Get hype! I'm kinda proud of this chapter.

It had been three days. Three long, quiet days since House had thrown Cameron out. When she got to work she went straight to Immunology or the clinic. She was ahead on her hours now. It was easier to think about things if the only people you have to diagnose are in for colds and sore throats. And today she had a lot to think about. Today was the day House went home. Should she go talk to him? See if he needed help? Or just give him his space. Cameron went to the nurses station to turn in a file and there she saw Wilson waiting for her.

"Hey Cameron, I need your help." He looked hopeful and rushed.

"Uh, sure Wilson. Aren't you supposed to be taking House home now?"

"Yeah, that's the problem. I went to pull my car around and it won't start up. He's really anxious to get home and I can't find Chase and don't want to ask Foreman. Could you...give us a ride?"

Cameron looked at Wilson. Drive House? To his...well...house?

"Well...I..." Cameron began before Wilson cut her off.

"Great! You can pull your car around and I'll get House down here." And with that, he jogged off, leaving Cameron completely dumbfounded. What just happened?

"You got WHO?" House was mad. Angry. Infuriated. How could his best friend get HER to give him a ride?

"She was the only one around! Cuddy can't leave, Chase was in hiding and you would have been even more pissed if I had asked Foreman. Be glad I don't make you wheel yourself there."

Wilson ignored House's grumblings as he signed some papers. House picked at a loose thread on the sweatpants he had to wear due to his cast. This cast is not going to work for long. He thought to himself with a grimace.

Ok Allison, just relax. You won't be alone with him and you can just drop him off and be gone. You don't even have to look at the man. Just drive and leave. And breathe. Don't forget to breathe. Do I look ok? She checked her make up and hair in the mirror, but quickly closed it when she saw the two men approaching her car. The last thing she needed was House commenting on her girlish habits. She got out and opened the passengers door on her side when Wilson opened the other. She was ready to help House get in when he resisted.

"She's in the way. Wilson make her move. I can get in on my own."

Wilson and Cameron rolled their eyes. Slightly stung, Cameron shut her door and got back in the drivers seat. Gripping the steering wheel she closed her eyes. Breathe. Drive. Leave. It became her mantra, until this whole ordeal was over. Just as Wilson closed House's door and opened his, a voice stopped him.

"Dr. Wilson! Where are you going?"

"Dr. Cuddy, I was going to take House home remember?" Wilson looked expectantly at her when she sighed.

"There's an emergency that needs your attention. It seems Dr. Cameron has this under control. House will be fine. Now follow me." Without waiting for an answer, she turned on her heel and went back through the doors. Wilson looked at House with an apologetic look on his face before giving Cameron the key to the house and following after Cuddy. House yelled out the window.

"Wilson forget her! Bros before Hoes dude!"

"Dr. Wilson!" Cameron called out. But the doors closed behind the man and she dropped her head onto the steering wheel. Great. Just. Freaking. Great.

Wilson and Cuddy looked after the car as the pair drove off. Grinning, Cuddy turned to Wilson.

"It worked!"

"Like a charm!" He grinned back.

"Just hurry up and get this over with." House huffed as he put in his headphones and turned on his Ipod. Cameron rolled her eyes and turned on her radio. Thinking he couldn't hear her, she allowed herself to get lost in the music and began to sing.

"Head under water

And you tell me

To breath easy for awhile.

But breathing gets harder

Even I know that.

Made room for me, it's too soon to see

If I'm happy in your hands.

I'm unusually, hard to hold on to.

Blank stares at blank pages

No easy way to say this

You mean well, but you make this hard on me

I'm not gonna write you a love song,

Cause you ask for it

Cause you need one.

You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song

Cause you tell me

It's make or breakin this.

If you're on your way.

I'm not gonna write you to stay.

If all you have is leaving I'm gonna need a better

Reason to write you a love song today.

I learned the hard way
That they all say things you want to hear
And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and
Your twisted words,
Your help just hurts
You are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry
Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am

I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you asked for it
Cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's
Make or breakin' this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'm a need a better
Reason to write you a love song today

Promise me that you'll leave the light on
To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
Cause I believe there's a way you can love me
Because I say
I won't write you a love song
Cause you asked for it
Cause you need one, you see

I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or breaking this
Is that why you wanted a love song
Cause you asked for it
Cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that
There's a reason to
Write you a love song today."

Little did Cameron know, House had in fact not yet found a song to listen to. He had heard her singing the entire time. And he was hypnotised.

"Have you ever thought about singing instead of being a doctor? You actually don't sound like a dying goat." He stated matter of factly. Cameron's head whipped around and at his wild gestures towards the road turned right back around.

"I thought you were listening to your Ipod...why didn't you stop me?"

"And miss the expression on your face? Not a chance!" His comment made Cameron huff. After a moment she cocked her head to the side thoughtfully.

"Do you really think I don't sound bad?" House smirked.

"All I said was I would rather listen to you than a dying goat. Let's not go getting a big head now. You're crown won't fit, Princess."

He looked out the window and tried not to notice the small smile she was trying to hide. He was busy trying to hide his own. One pothole in the road and that task became a lot easier.

"Damn it!" He clutched his cast in a vain attempt to ease the pain in his leg. Cameron glanced in the rearview mirror with a look of concern etched on her features. House glanced at her eyes reflected in the mirror and was amazed at how expressive they were. Just one look at her eyes and he knew exactly what expression the rest of her face held.

"Shit are you ok? Damn potholes...it snuck up on me. I'm sorry. Do I need to pull over?"

House ignored her worry and searched for his pills.

"Just be careful." He ground out between clenched teeth. The rest of the drive was made in silence. When they pulled up in front of his house she got as close to his steps as she could. Turning off the car she looked back at him. His eyes were closed and his head was leaning against the window.

"Um...House? You can't get your wheelchair up those steps. I...I think you're going to have to lean on me." His eyes snapped open.

"You want me to...lean on you? Like arm around your shoulders?" She could easily see he was giving her his "Are you insane?" look. If she looked in the mirror she'd probably give it to herself.

"Well..." She raised her shoulders and gave him a "It's awkward but we don't really have a choice" look. "Just pretend I'm Wilson."

"Let's just get this over with." He huffed. Cameron got out and set up his wheelchair at the top of the three small steps. She opened the door and defeated, House threw his arm around her narrow shoulders. Just breathe...don't forget to breathe. Together, they heaved his lean body out of her car and slowly, carefully made their way up the steps. Breathing heavily, he sat down hard in his wheelchair and waited while she shut the door and found a place to actually park. She walked back up next to him with his bag and guitar.

"I'll have to go back for your electronic piano."

"That's fine." She tried not to notice how tired and depressed he looked. She knew he hated to look weak, so she didn't bother commenting. And of course he probably hated himself for having to lean on her like a new born foal who's legs were still too new.

Cameron unlocked the door and followed him in. He insisted on wheeling himself. Setting his things on the floor she excused herself for a moment, returning a moment with his electronic piano.

"Where does this go?" He motioned to the coffee table. After she set it down she moved on to the guitar.

"Are you going to put away all my things?"

"Yes. And then I'm going to cook you something to eat. And you're going to shut up and deal with it because I don't want to go back to work yet. The clinic was fine for awhile but it's driving me crazy now." House raised his hands in defeat.

"Whatever. Guitar goes on that hook on the wall." Hanging it up, she plucked the strings.

"It's out of tune."

"I know. But how could you tell?"

"I play a little." House was impressed. Not that he would admit it.

"Play me something." Cameron smiled and wrinkling her nose shook her head.

"No thanks. I'm rusty and you're out of tune." He shrugged his shoulders as she reached for his bag. Heading to the bathroom, she emptied his dirty clothes in the hamper and deposited his toiletries on the counter. Returning to the living room she put his magazines on a book shelf.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting things a way. Duh."

"You just touched my dirty boxers and you're going to cook for me?"

"So? You can't do it yourself. Wilson isn't here and I doubt you're friends with many neighbors."

"Yeah but...I'm an ass. Why do you keep...caring?" He covered his hope up with curiosity.

"I don't know...guess it's too far ingrained in me to stop now." She put the now empty bag on top of the closet and the walked into the kitchen. House wheeled himself to the doorway and watched her go through his cabinets. I should be more annoyed. He thought to himself. But he couldn't bring himself to even act like he didn't want her there. Granted he wasn't about to thank her for any of her help. However, he may thank her for wearing those jeans as she bent to look in his fridge.

"You have nothing. Except some tea, an empty egg carton, and something in a box that has almost as much hair as me on it. We're ordering in. Chinese sound good?"

"We? What is this we?"

"I'm hungry too. Don't worry I'll pay for my half." She picked up his phone and began to dial.

"You know the number by heart?"

"I like sesame chicken what can I say?" He chuckled as she recited the orders and the address. She sat on the couch and he wheeled up. Heaving himself on his arms he threw himself up and ended up closer to her than he meant to. Not that he was about to move.

"So you play guitar...never would have guessed. Anything else?" Cameron though for a moment before replying with a laugh.

"I can play Heart and Soul on the piano." House wrinkled his nose.

"That's all?"

"Well I can sight read a couple songs, but Heart and Soul and For the Beauty of the Earth are the only ones I remember by heart. My piano teacher was super religious and only taught me hymns and Christmas carols." House nodded in an "I understand." kind of way before turning on his piano. Cameron laughed as he began to play the bottom part to Heart and Soul. She jumped in at the appropriate part. Finishing the song with a flourish she sat back, still chuckling.

"You're not bad. You could probably still pick up a bit, even now that you're older. You have the fingers and they seem to sort of know where to go on instinct. You should think about taking lessons."

"I don't have the time."

"Well you have time right now."

"Why don't you show me what you know." House jumped at the opportunity to play and eyed the smaller electronic piano. Finally heaving himself back into his chair, he wheeled over to the real piano. Cameron hurried to move the bench away. She sat down on it behind him and watched as his long fingers flowed across the black and white keys. She looked at his face. His blue eyes were closed and although he played with passion and love and intensity, his face bore a look of complete peace. It was a look she didn't often associate with the crass man. He played a medley of different songs, some she knew and some she didn't. It seemed he had forgotten she was there as the doorbell startled him out of his musical reverie.

"That'll be the food." His voice cracked as he spoke. It sounded rough as if he had just awoken from a deep sleep and wasn't completely sure where he was. Cameron nodded and went for her purse. He tossed her his wallet.

"Just take it all out of there. It's Wilson's money anyways." And there he was back. She gave him a smile and opened the door. Paying the man she brought in the food and, moving the piano, set it on the coffee table. House wheeled himself over as she went to fix them drinks. He turned on his tv to a music channel and was opening boxes of food when she returned.

"You really need to go to the store. I think the hairy thing in the box barked at me. It might be alive." Nodding thoughtfully, House held in a laugh.

"Must be that undercooked Chinese from last week." Cameron rolled her eyes at the stupid joke and dug in. They sat comfortably listening the music and enjoying each others company. Something they would surely both deny later on. But for now, it was just right.