A.N.- I have so many ideas for this story so it's a lot further along then what I've posted just so you guys know. I'd love reviews!

Chapter 7- Dinner Dates

Elena Amber

James and I left the hospital around five thirty. He carried me out with his hands supporting my legs, his favorite way to carry me because he once told me that it kept me close to him. "So do you want to go to dinner?" he asked me, "Or do you want to go home so I can cook for you?

"That sounds good," I said, "as long as you don't give me more Diazepam-spiked tea," I laughed.

"It was the only way I could get you to sleep. I'm sorry," he said and kissed me. I laughed.

"I didn't mind," I said, "I got a good sleep."

"See? It helped you."

"Always the hero, James Evan Wilson," I laughed as he started driving. We had soft rock playing in the car as we drove. When we got home he lifted me out of the car and carried me into the kitchen. "I'm going to go change. And maybe to sleep; some Diazepam is still in my system."

"Let me carry you then," he lifted me up, "I don't want you falling."

"Did House tell you to put me on Diazepam?" I asked, thinking it made sense, "because isn't it a treatment for insomnia?"

"He did," James said and kissed me. We got into our room and he put me on my feet. "Do you need me to hold you steady while you change?'

"Sure," I said, "if you let me change myself."

"You do like to take care of yourself," he said and laughed, "my independent Elena. You know, House admires that about you." He put his hands on my hips to steady me.

"Okay, this might be a little hard," I laughed. I fumbled as I changed but I was successful. After I changed, James put me in the bed and brought me close to him and massaged my back deeply.

"Let's sleep off the Diazepam," James said and helped me drink something that tasted like grape Fanta, "Good job, love."

"That's totally more Diazepam," I accused softly as my eyes were closing. "Damn it House. What was that?"

"It'll help the insomnia," James said and I fell asleep in what seemed to be no time at all.

I woke up warm with blankets around me and not knowing what time it was. "No more Diazepam," I said as I swallowed warm soup from a spoon. I blinked and saw we were now in the kitchen and I was sitting with James and his arm was around me.

"No more. Eat, Elena," he said and he kissed my lips before he put another bite on the spoon for me.

"Why did House and you put me on Diazepam?" I asked.

"You haven't been sleeping well and you're awful at hiding things," he smiled and kissed my cheek, "Even months after he died you're still tormented, and that's okay Elena. The Diazepam will help you sleep when you can't."

"Did House diagnose that?"

"Yes, he did."

Surprisingly, I was flattered. "Thank you for your concern," I said and hugged him, "What soup is this?" I asked.

"Italian sausage and potatoes," he said, "it's good, huh?"

"Did you make it?"

"While you were asleep," he said, "I took you with me down here to make it."

"James? Can I see the file you showed House about me?"