Hey guys, first of all thank you sooo much for the reviews. I'm really happy to read them, they really make me want to write more.

Anyway, here comes the chapter you were waiting for. Hopefully it won't be disappointing. What I want to say is that um - it's a fanfiction. Meaning I'm a fan and this is a fiction :D FICTION. OOC FICTION. Ha ha.

Also, still struggling with English.

CHAPTER 12

It was my fault

House and Cameron sat down on the couch again and remained silent for rather a long time. Cameron gulped and reached out to take her cup with tea to take a sip and get the courage to tell him the story while Aupa raised her head and stared at her. Cameron then motioned for her to come to her and let her jump on the couch, which House hated but somehow managed to swallow his objections at that moment. The dog lay down resting the head on Cameron's lap and House put his hand on Cameron's thigh gently.

"Um, there aren't many people who know what happened." She started and House nodded. "I...um... My parents got divorced when I was nine and my Mom remarried soon after. I stayed with her and my stepfather but things weren't good at all. I didn't really like him and he didn't like me, yet both he and my Mom were rather mad when I insisted on spending more time with my Dad." Cameron paused rubbing Aupa's ears and taking another sip of her tea. That's when House realized he didn't know almost anything about her family, she only mentioned her little brother who now was about fifteen years old and her Mother who lived in New York City. Cameron never wanted him to meet them, didn't talk about them and now it was clear there was a reason for it.

Cameron took a deep breath as he took her hand in his and squeezed it lightly.

"Anyway, I was eleven and I wanted to spend the summer with my Dad and my grandparents. My Mom tried to talk me out of it because she wanted me to spend more time with Bill, my stepfather, and with Ryan, my half-brother but I wouldn't. I packed my stuff and we went to visit my grandparents who live in Montana." Cameron cleared her throat and looked at House for the first time. "I should have stayed with them."

Aupa stirred a little and Cameron let go of House's hand to rub the dog's neck. Then she finished her tea and put the cup on the table. "I might need to have a cigarette now." She let out and House blinked in surprise.

"Since when do you smoke?" He asked staring at her intensely.

Cameron shrugged and rubbed her nose and the rest of her face. "Whatever... Um, so one day we decided to go on a hike and I... I insisted on taking my grandparent's dog with us. My Dad didn't want to but, um, you know how it goes with little spoiled girls." Cameron sniffed and he could see a single tear roll down her face which she wiped quickly with the back of her hand. "I knew he was full of remorse because of the divorce and I knew exactly how to make him do what I wanted." She sobbed a little again, her voice becoming softer and softer.

House was staring at her not really knowing where the story was going. She was clearly upset and he had no idea how to comfort her, the dog in her lap was obviously doing a better job than he was.

"So we took Cujo with us." She said and closed her eyes.

"Cujo?" House asked. "Cujo attacked you?"

Cameron smiled sadly. "No, it was a Chihuahua, the name was my cousin's idea."

"Uh, okay..." House let out. So much for the stupid dog names in their family.

"Anyway, we were walking and a couple of hours later Cujo disappeared in the woods, and we tried to find him but we couldn't. My Dad was more and more nervous and I had no idea why. Cujo was kind of a hobo dog but he always came back."

She said and moving Aupa's head gently, she got up. "I'm sorry, I'll make myself another cup of tea, okay?"

House nodded and watched her walk to the kitchen. When she got back, she gave him another forced smile and sat down further from him. Then she sighed and went on talking while avoiding looking at him.

"At one point I saw Cujo run to me while my Dad was on the other side of the meadow. I yelled at him to come to me because I was so happy to see him when..." She paused and put her head in her hands shaking lightly. He could tell she was crying, one of the many things he didn't know how to deal with when it came to having a girlfriend. Gosh, if only he was more like Wilson, always able to say the right thing at the right time.

She looked up, her eyes puffed and she cleared her throat. It was more difficult that she thought it would be.

"Right behind Cujo I saw a huge..." She sobbed and finally looked at House. "I saw a huge bear be..behind him." She stammered and House's eyes widened. It all made sense now. He moved closer to her and pulled her in his arms, she, however, pulled away quickly and looked at him with her eyes filled with tears shaking her head.

"The...the bear... attacked me." She said slowly. House reached out and put a strand of her hair behind her ear not knowing what else to do. "I don't remember much, I know I was lying on the ground, Cujo was...was barking, my Dad started yelling to get the bear's attention and I remember the pain I felt. It felt like eternity but...but it must have been just a couple of seconds before the bear stopped and ran to my Dad." Cameron paused again and burst into tears without holding back for the first time. House just sat there, after one lousy attempt to comfort her he had pretty much nothing so he decided to wait for her to continue.

"I...I looked up..." She whispered after a few seconds when she calmed down a little. "And I saw the bear mauling my Dad and he was trying to fight back but there was no... no point."

"I'm so sorry." House uttered shocked by her story. Throughout the time he knew Cameron, he had thousands scenarios in his head about the cause of her injury but never did he think about something like that.

"Soon after I could see a man run to him yelling and shooting a gun and the bear ran away eventually. I got... I got up slowly and trudged towards my Dad. The man was already trying to help him but neither of us really knew how and so before the helicopter got there my Dad died." She finished and took the cup to take a sip and occupy herself with something.

House sighed and ran his hand through his hair desperately.

"I'm sorry." He repeated not knowing what else to say. Cameron nodded and licked her lips.

"Well, so that's it." She said and smiled at him sadly. House reached out and cupped her cheek with his palm rubbing her thumb across her temple.

"Come here." He said and pulled her in his arms without giving her a chance to pull back. She froze at first but then he felt her relax a little against him. Then she sniffed again and he could feel his T-shirt soaking with her tears. It was something new for both of them, House had seen her happy, high, relaxed, angry, super angry but he had never experienced her like this, crying and miserable. And she wasn't really comfortable with letting him see her like this but there was no going back.

"It was my fault." She sobbed again and House tightened his arms around her.

"It wasn't. Shit happens." He said and kissed the top of her head but she shook her head abruptly.

"Nah... It was. It was because of Cujo, he pissed the bear off and it started chasing him leading it back to us." She whimpered again. "If only we had left him at home."

"Allison, this wasn't your fault." House said.

"I guess this is one of the reasons why I became a doctor. I wish I could have saved him."

House nodded and they stayed like this for some more, their minds racing. House's expression soon darkened and he closed his eyes realizing something that hadn't crossed his mind before. However, she took a deep breath and interruted his thoughts.

"He was the best Dad ever, you know." She spoke up and ran her hand across his chest. "Actually, before that happened, he went on a business trip to Europe and took me with him. We went to Spain, to the Basque country and um... I fell in love with a guy who worked in the hotel. Well, I was ten and he was like... twenty, I guess but still, he was one of my first crushes. He obviously didn't care about me, also I was an ugly kid, um... but my Dad told me that 'aupa' means 'beautiful' so whenever the guy said 'aupa' to me, I was so excited thinking he was into me too. It took me several years to find out 'aupa' in fact means a simple hello in the Basque language and therefore I named my dog this way."

House smiled and rubbed her arms.

"That's kind of funny." He murmured.

"And also that's why I don't want to get rid of the scar. It reminds me of him. I know there are ways to make it hurt less just like I know there are ways for you to do something about your leg too but I figured you may somehow weirdly need it. Or maybe not... but I know I do." She finished and sighed closing her eyes. They said nothing more as there was nothing left to say and Cameron slowly started dozing off in his arms leaving House all alone with his thoughts.


Cameron woke up in the bed with House next to her not really knowing how she got there but it didn't matter. It was still quite early in the morning but she wasn't tired anymore so she got up and took Aupa out before taking her car keys and driving to a store to buy some food.

She put a bag of rice in the cart when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Allison, hey..." It was Wilson.

"Hi..." She said surprised to see him there.

"What are you doing here?" He asked dully.

"Um, shopping, I guess." She smiled.

"Here? I thought you lived on the other side of the town."

"Uh, well, I like... I like this store." She stammered and Wilson's smile widened.

"Don't worry, I know about you and House. Um, listen, how about we have a cup of coffee?"He offered but Cameron shook her head. "I suppose you want to make breakfast for him but he'll be sound asleep for another couple of hours. It's still too early."

"Trust me, I'm the last one to make a decent breakfast." She smiled.

"Huh, anyway I know a great place just around the corner."

"O-okay." She mumbled and smiled at him again. She knew he wanted to talk about House and their relationship as well as she knew he was against the idea of the two of them being together but she figured it would be better to get it over with.

She put the bags in her car and followed Wilson to a nice diner not really knowing how to talk to him.

They sat down and ordered coffee.

"It's nice..." She said feeling uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I come here often." He said and looked around. "Um, I just wanted to talk to you about..."

"... me and your best friend, right?" She finished his sentence. "What do you want to know?"

"Allison, this isn't an intervention. Relax." He said and opened his mouth to continue when the waitress brought their drinks.

"I know you think that me being with House is worse than the third world war but..."

"Noo, I've never said that!" Wilson protested shaking his head in disapproval.

"Maybe, but that's what you think. I just don't know why." Cameron shrugged watching him intensely. "Aside from a couple of shortcomings like being unable to cook, loving to eat junk food while watching The Biggest Loser or believing in aliens, I'm nice."

Wilson smiled and took a sip of his coffee.

"Allison, look, I don't want to interfere, House is all grown up, so are you... My only point is that I'm worried about him."

"Why?"

"Because there were women in his life before, one in particular, who broke his heart and it all led to several miserable years of self-pity."

"Still trying to get your point." Cameron snapped. "Not finding it."

"Don't be angry... When you first started to, um... When you ended up at his place and something happened between the two of you, I was just worried that he might fall for you while it wouldn't mean anything to you."

"Do you really think I'm such a bitch?"

"No, of course not." It really wasn't a pleasant conversation for either of them. "But you're young, beautiful, funny... You could be with..." Wilson paused unsure of how to finish the sentence. "Um, what I mean is that if you're serious about it, it's all good and I'm happy for both of you."

"I am..." She said in a way softer voice. "Sure I thought he was an idiot when I started working for him but turns out he isn't such a jerk. Yes, he is grumpy and socially awkward, annoying at times, and many other things but... but who isn't?" She took a sip of her coffee and Wilson's cell beeped.

"Sorry..." He said.

Meet me in the bar in thirty minutes. Need a drink. House

Wilson read the text and then looked at Cameron again nodding so that she could continue.

"He's got a softer side too. I'm happy with him and I really do hope he's happy with me."

Wilson smiled. "I think he is. That's all I wanted to know. I'm... I'm sorry, I'll just text back."

A drink? It's nine in the morning!

"Also, I quit the job, so we won't work together anymore and please don't tell Dr. Cuddy. I want to tell her myself tomorrow." Cameron added.

The cell beeped again.

Just be there!

"Absolutely. I'm sorry, Allison. I have to go." Wilson didn't really know what was happening but decided not to tell her it was House who was texting him.

"Sure, me too."

Wilson paid the bill and they walked out. The morning was cold but sunny and Cameron was glad they actually had that conversation.

She was walking towards her car when she turned around.

"Wilson!" She called at him.

"Yes?" He stopped.

"Please don't tell House about the aliens." She chuckled.

"Sure thing."


Wilson walked into the dark bar to see House drinking Scotch. He joined him and ordered a cup of tea, which made House growl and frown.

"What is it, House?" Wilson asked.

"You were right..." House grumbled.

"About what exactly?"

"About Cameron..."

Wilson's eyes widened. What the hell was going on again? He seriously started regretting having interfered in the first place.

"What do you mean?"

"She's got Daddy issues. That's why she's with me." House muttered and downed his shot.


TBC