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As you can probably tell, this story is extremely angsty. If it's not your thing, I'd suggest leaving now. It's my favorite genre to write for several reasons- it keeps you on your toes and it gives characters a chance to help/comfort/support each other. And there's nothing I love more than House comforting his favorite girl. Enjoy the chapter! Reviews always welcome.

Content warning: Mature/18 plus

"I didn't even know I was pregnant." Cameron sat in a velvet chair, staring down at her feet. Her gaze had remained there for several minutes.

"Allison," House didn't know how to help her. He couldn't take away the pain in her heart, "I'm sorry." House knew it was a pitiful attempt at comfort.

Cameron wrapped her arms around her body as the room grew cold. She had just found out minutes before that she had been pregnant and lost the baby. News no one should have to hear. "How come I didn't know?" she finally looked up, "This is my fault."

House wanted to stand up and yell. "Oh, Allison. No. Please don't think that. This is not your fault-"

Cameron continued, "If I would have known, I could have done-"

"Stop," he hated to see her berate herself "Listen to me. It is not your fault. None of it. You could not have known." House walked over to Cameron's chair, lifted her out of it, and placed her in his lap. Her head fell onto his shoulder as she let out a gut-wrenching sob. The tears from her pink eyes soaked through House's T-Shirt. She didn't know why she was being so emotional over this. It's not as if she wanted a baby; she wasn't ready to be a mom. But, something about loss, when it happens in your body, makes anyone emotional. It's wasn't just sad that she felt. She was destroyed. Broken.

House soothed the young woman in his lap. She had cried herself to sleep again. But damn, the woman was strong. He couldn't imagine going through what she did. Life was constantly throwing her curve balls. And she couldn't catch any of them.

He was glad it was the weekend. Maybe he could help Allison gain the strength she needed to go to work Monday. If not, she would stay home. She needed some time off but House would bet she'd want to go anyway. Cameron was a lot of things, but she wasn't the type to stay home.

Three months. Three months of progress from her attack almost completely reverted at the onset of her miscarriage. The nightmares returned and the panic attacks got worse. It was due to the hormones- they'd done completely out of whack. House knew that it was completely normal for someone who lost a baby to experience physiological symptoms- panic attacks, depression, anxiety, etcetera. But, he was struggling to maintain his own sanity as Cameron's was fading.

Cameron woke up from a deep sleep and headed towards the bathroom. Her head was pounding. She flipped on the light switch but it didn't work. Sighing, she grabbed a flashlight from the bottom drawer; it flickered twice before shining to it's full capacity. She placed it on the counter for stability and stared at herself in the mirror. A warm, yellow glow surrounded her face like an aura. She distributed her weight equally between her two arms as she leaned her hands on the sink, breathing in and out. Her heart raced. A sound from behind her caused her to jump around. In the process, the flashlight got knocked to the floor. Cameron went to grab it, but was interrupted by a hand grabbing her arm. "What the-" She had thought it was Greg, but the figure was too rugged, too tall. A monster. A shadowy figure. "Let go," her voice kept soft but full of fear. The grip only tightened and Cameron tried to pull herself away. "Stop it. Let go!" She yelled. Tighter, the hand around her arm was getting, squeezing it like a plush toy. "Aruuuuug," was all she could muster. The pain was excruciating. It was killing her. "Oh god," it moved toward her neck. It was to her great dismay that she could no longer scream or move. The shadowy figure vanished but something took it's place. A distance away, Cameron saw a person. She had a decent view of the hallway so she scaled it, carefully. Her neck and arm still throbbed. As she approached the figure, she could hear what sounded like doors being slammed over and over. The sound was getting louder to the point where she could hardly hear herself. "Hello?" She called out. "Who's there?" The figure remained still. Cameron swore it called out her name. Her entire body was shaking, she felt it. "Who are you?!" The figure lunged at her, knocked her down, and drew up a knife. It held the knife behind it and thrust it toward her body. Cameron let out a tumultuous scream as the knife was advancing. She screamed and screamed, wondering how she could still be screaming if she was dead. Something was shaking her now- a gentler, but equally forceful, being. Opening her eyes, she looked around to see that the figure was gone. She reached up at her neck and arm- no bruises or blood. House was kneeling beside her.

"You were hallucinating."

The room was absent of any mysterious figure or weapon. Cameron looked around, anxiously. "There was someone here, a shadow. Oh, god. Where is it? He had a knife, Greg!" She was still scanning the room, checking the walls and doors for any signs that the figure was still there.

Greg sighed. "It wasn't real."

"But, it felt so real."

"That's how hallucinations are."

Cameron stood up with House's assistance. He guided her to the bed. "Get some sleep, Allison." He stayed awake as she drifted back to sleep.

House found that he was not sleeping at night. He was staying awake to make sure Cameron got to sleep first and by then, he had to deal with insomnia. He didn't think it was healthy to be working on less than three hours a night. His relationship with Allison was struggling- it was comprised of a fearful and anxious Cameron and a sleep-deprived, drug-addicted House. Not a match made in Heaven. House didn't think he could properly help her, as much as he wanted to. As much as he needed to. But, he didn't think it was fair for her to be with someone who couldn't treat her as she deserved. It took him days to muster up enough courage to talk to Allison. He was gonna hurt her. He knew it. He knew how she'd react and he didn't think he could handle it. He picked a time when they were relaxing on the couch to bring it up.

House picked up the TV remote and shut off the show- it was a silly show, something about fairytale characters living in the real world. "Allison, I need to talk to you."

Nothing good ever followed a sentence like that. "Okay."

"Listen," he grabbed her hand. "Before I say this, I need you to understand something."

Cameron felt her eyes glistening already. She braced herself for what was coming next. god, was he really going to end it now? "Are you breaking up with me?"

So much for the speech he'd planned. "Allison, I-"

The immunologist shook her head and closed her eyes, "No. No, you can't." She didn't care if she sounded desperate. Tears were cascading down her cheeks.

"I'm not good enough for you. I can't give you what you need right now." He tried to maintain composure, his words emotionless and rigid. His heart was shattering as he stared at the young woman in front of him. This was the part he was dreading most- that look. Nothing hurt more than the look of someone he'd just emotionally killed.

Allison didn't bother wiping the tears away from her cheeks. "No! No, you don't get to do this! You don't get to take the easy way out when it gets hard for you."

He was taken aback by her sudden burst of anger. Didn't she want somebody who could help her?

"Stop being such a fucking coward. You confessed your love for me! Are you telling me that was a lie? That you don't actually love me?" Her heart was pounding in her chest; her body trembled with anger and frustration. By studying his face, Cameron knew that deep down, House didn't want to let her go. He was so fucking stubborn- if he wasn't careful he'd lose her forever.

With shaky hands, he grabbed her shoulders. "No ... no, Allison. I do love you. And that's why I think you need someone better than me. Someone who can make you happy ... make you feel good again." As the words came out, he knew they were stinging more than healing. Greg was pushing her away. It didn't matter how much he loved her.

She bit her lip, any sadness in her voice fully replaced with anger. "god dammit, Greg! Do you think you leaving would make me happy?" She spat at him, eyes tearing through him like daggers. She wasn't going down without a fight.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" His voice was low, quiet, and stern. The second he showed emotion, it was over; he wouldn't be able to hold strong.

The brunette's eyes stung. Was he really this naive? Her anger turned to rage. She hated that she was still crying, it made her looked weaker than she was. He was getting it all wrong. She looked him deep in his eyes, not blinking. She parted her lips, slightly, before declaring, "I want you, Greg. Every part of you. The broken, the sad, the lonely. Every fucking part."

They stared at each other for several moments before their lips met in unison. She was on top of him, smashing her face against his, tasting his mouth. She cried as she did this, but these tears were different. The anger, sadness, and angst that filled her body was merging together into passion- a passion only Gregory House could match. He was kissing her back with as much force as she was giving. He was surprised that Cameron was so unrelenting, she only gained on him more, her tiny body stronger than he had realized. The room was filled with withheld attraction. The sex wasn't going to be sentimental. There would be absolutely nothing pretty about it. Both were fully aware of this when House shoved her against the fall and violated her mouth with his tongue. Within seconds, their clothes were off and he was on top of her.

House admired Allison's beauty. Beads of sweat covered her forehead. This only accentuated her features. She was so sexy. It took every ounce of his energy not to pound into her right then and there. Wanting to respect her, House slowly trailed his fingers up Cameron's thigh.

"No, no time," She waved his hand off. Allison knew she couldn't last through foreplay. "Need you ... in me ... now." She was panting.

"god, Cameron," seeing her in this state only caused him to be more turned on. He hadn't imagined their first time to be like this- so rough and primal. He had thought Allison more than anything would have wanted to take it slow and careful. In no was Allison Cameron being slow nor careful.

Cameron's body convulsed at the feeling of House's fingers gliding against her wetness. He traced, gingerly around her center, stopping right before her entrance. Sure, Allison was begging for more; her waist thrust against House's fingers. But, he wasn't going to let her get off that fast. He was going to tease her a bit first, let her emotions settle before letting her ride out an orgasm.

When House pulled out, Cameron whimpered. "D-don't s-stop," she grabbed his hand with her own, wanting to bring his fingers back to her center.

House blocked her advances. "Not yet," he breathed, his own arousal weakening his motives. If he wanted to make Cameron last, he'd have to control himself too. But that was hard when he was going down on a woman who was fully enrapt in his movements.

When he brought his hand back to her folds, the immunologist moaned. He'd barely touched her and she was already dripping with need. The single finger that had previously been grazed the outer folds of Cameron's sex were replaced with two, a surprising but wonderful feeling. She was barely holding on. "House... Greg," the use of his first name further expressed her need, "please."

As much as he was making her hot, she was doing something to him too. Something no woman ever did. Dr. Cameron was nearly twenty years his junior, yet attracted him in a way no other partner had. House couldn't remember a time that he had been this turned on before being physically touched. He found his own member aching, hoping that he'd be able and hold strong for Allison.

House's two fingers began pulsating her opening. He kept up a steady and predictable pace. He started by letting his fingers reach only her outermost walls; he gracefully prodded her entrance. Quickening the speed, House allowed his fingers to slip in fully and Cameron's hips matched his pulses as he increased the intervals. Her body writhed under him and she screamed her distaste when House released his hand. She grabbed at his bare chest. What she wanted to say was 'Fuck you, Greg. Why the fuck did you stop?' but the only sound that escaped from the young ingénue's lips was a low, guttural groan. Cameron couldn't handle the waiting. Hadn't he heard her when she demanded that he go in her immediately?

House smiled, maliciously. He brought his head down so that it was directly in front of her bare core. He lifted his lips to each thigh, prolonging the kisses he placed. He could tell that Cameron was loosing her mind; she hadn't been able to lay still since he'd started. Feeling as if she was ready for him to stop teasing her, he began to use his tongue. He traced from her base to her clit, stopping there to circle it with the tip. He flicked it several times, delighted with himself as Allison bit her lip. While his tongue played with her most sensitive part, House used his fingers again at her entrance. Cameron jerked with pleasure, pleased that House was finally giving her what she wanted. He licked faster until the brunette was closer than she had ever been. House knew that the next thing he did would drive her batty so he made sure to make it worth it. He retracted his tongue and mouth and he swore he saw fresh tears in his girlfriend's eyes. He didn't think she'd be able to talk anyway, but moved her to a position so he could enter her. He placed her hands on her waist and began pumping into Allison's small, tight body.

Cameron's eyes rolled to the back of her head, eyelids flickering. She was letting out little squeals. Her teeth clenched to a marked degree with each thrust that House granted her. She thought she was probably bleeding but didn't care. Her hands were all over House's back, nails clawing into his skin. When Cameron's body convulsed spastically, House held her down with firm hands. He was stronger than her and used that to a sexual advantage. All of her life, Allison Cameron needed to be the one who was is control. But now, she was feeding off of House's dominance.

"Stop moving," House huffed, "settle down." She was incapable of doing that without his help. His throbbing member sunk deeper inside her, and her moans and screams increased in intensity. Cameron was being loud. Louder than any woman he'd been with. Louder than she had ever been with another man. House was suddenly aware of how thin the walls were. With Cameron's yells of pleasure, he bet that the neighbors could hear. He could have sworn that she growled. She was so raw, so filled with need.

With another thrust, Allison was dangerously close to her climax, "Fuck, House." She was in tune to his every move, his every change. And when he eased, albeit a small let up, Allison made her objection known, "Harder." This was not a question. When House didn't immediately comply, she screamed her demand again, "Greg ... harder."

With a swift, robust movement, House plunged into her one last time, leading to their communal orgasms.

"Oh god, Allison," he grumbled, grabbing the sides of Cameron's hips.

Cameron didn't need words to display the immense sensation she felt as her pelvic muscles contracted. She had a firm grip on House's hair, pulling at it, forcefully when he brought her to completion. Her body was on fire.

House watched as Cameron came down from her high. It took her a while- her breathing kept up a staggered and harsh rhythm. Her mouth was partially open, frozen in a sate of pleasure. She had yet to open her eyes. When she finally regained enough strength to speak, she whispered, "god, you're good."

"Not too bad yourself," House smiled. "There's a lot you've been hiding, Dr. Cameron. Never knew you had it in you."

She would have slapped him if she was able to move.