Team of Two

Hey guys so this is it! This is the end! For my next story it was going to be about Thirteen and her death but now I'm going to do another one at the same time about Ally Cameron and an alternate past that I think should be quite interesting. I'm calling the stories 'Stepping Stones' for the one about Thirteen and 'In the Shadows' for the one about Thirteen. Both will be started today and updated once a day from there on. Once again thanks to halogurl10 for preventing me from being sued on more than one occasion, and for helping me with disclaimers, warnings etc. Thanks to all my reviewers; halogurl10, .Heidi, RavennaNightwind, AngelofDelusion and EvaH2Os. It great to see that you guys enjoyed this story and now for my final chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I didn't own anything in chapters 1,2,3,4,5 and 6! What makes you think I own anything in chapter 7?

Foreman closed his eyes. All he remembered seeing was the blood, all of the blood. He shivered, unable to get the image out of his mind. He had been paged to Cameron's room a little after House left. He had seen that the bathroom was locked and called out for Cameron. He had thought she was sick. Sick! How stupid of him. He had been talking for five minutes before the blood finally seeped under the door. That image would haunt him forever. He would never forgive himself for not being able to see her. If he had gone into the bathroom just minutes before like he should've; he could've saved her. It was his fault.

Chase took a breath. He was trying to keep his breathing steady but he was failing miserably. He thought about the only thing that had been in his mind for days. House. House was gone. Somebody had shot him... again! He had been paged via House and had just thought it to be silly. Maybe House wanted him to do his clinic hours. If he hadn't dawdled he could've save House. It was clear to him when he saw the crowd that his page wasn't for clinic duty. He saw the blood next, lots of red blood coming out of House. The crowd hadn't held pressure to the wound. Hell, they were patients! They had no idea what to do in a crisis!

Foreman had yelled for help, but it seemed like forever before any came. He just held Allison's lifeless body in his hands and allowed a tear to escape from his eye when he saw the cut across her neck and the razor in her hand. He tried to revive her but he was too late. He had known it was too late the second he had spotted the blood under the door. It still didn't stop him trying to revive her for twenty minutes after, at which point Wilson had dragged him away. Wilson probably wouldn't have the strength to drag anybody away when he found out about his best friend later on.

Chase had run to House's side. He checked for a pulse but couldn't find one. It didn't matter to Chase; he still called for paddles and held pressure on his wound. Chase knew that he had to save House, nothing would ever be the same without House and he knew it. He also knew that he couldn't save the man who had practically raised him and taught him all he knew. He knew that that man was gone, he knew that he was holding a corpse. No life remained of Gregory House. Chase walked away after Cuddy had taken over CPR. He walked to the only place that he knew to go. The only place he could bare to be.

Foreman didn't look up as Chase entered the room. Nor de he speak when Chase took a seat. Chase took it upon himself to speak. His voice came out croaked and unsteady, and he wasn't sure that Foreman would be able to understand him.

"I can't believe it. Dead. Now our team's down to three." Foreman raised his head to look at Chase. How did the man know that Cameron had died? Somebody had probably told him. He couldn't imagine who would want that job.

"I should've realised what had happened. I was right there and didn't realise. I could've..." Wilson had entered the room silently and made both men jump when he spoke.

"No you couldn't. Don't say that. People die all the time and sometimes we can't help them. Sometimes they are gone before we even get there. We can't take the burden of somebody's death upon ourselves. Nobody can. It would destroy that person and everybody around them. Cameron's death was nobody's fault." Chase gasped and yelled.

"CAMERON'S DEAD?" He screamed at Foreman who nodded.

"I thought you knew. I mean, you said that our team was down to three and were talking about death. Who were you talking about if it wasn't Cameron?" Foreman knew the answer before Chase even opened his mouth. How could he lose two of the people he cared most about in the same day... again? Chase looked down, tears threatening to spill over.

"I guess our teams down to two."

What do you think? I wasn't sure how the end bit was going to work but it turned out okay I think. Be sure to check out my other stories. I'm posting the first chapters tonight so be sure to have a look and tell me which you prefer and stuff. Thank you for reading my story and I know it sounds cliché but it's true so I love you all to bits. Abby Hudson xxx