Title: The Sorrow of Parting

Author: Jenniffer Butterfly

Summary: Character Death(s). A fic about the future and how each one will die. Some happy and some sad. Early deaths are considered sadder since they can be thought of as premature.

Warnings- Um, well everybody dies…

A/N: I have no idea why I decided to write this. I just wanted to give you my perspective of what everybody’s death will be like. They are all completely original too, meaning nothing from the past will really affect it. For example, despite the fact Chase is a depressed soul he will not kill himself. Jenniffer Butterfly slaps herself for giving away one of the deaths. Anyhow, they are in chronological order and at the end I have a mini tombstone for each. This story isn’t meant to be sad and depressing, it’s just dealing with something that everybody will have to face some day. Also, if House shares the same birthday as Hugh Laurie, then I am going to do that with all the characters with possible year change to fit their age. ALSO! You may not see how people react because the only people that I will show emotions from, when it happens that is, are the ones that are there when the person dies. But DON'T WORRY, in the end you will know how House feels about all of thier deaths!

Parts: 6 Chapters

Chapter One – Saying Goodbye

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Cameron sat in House’s office waiting for the man with the cane to come in. She had important news to deliver about her contract renewal, which was subject to happen later in the week. The young immunologist leaned forward and placed her elbows on her knees. Clasping her hands together she took in a sigh and rested her chin on her knuckles. Cameron was not looking forward to announcing her decision. Foreman and Chase were in the other room working on their newest case, they already renewed, while House was gone at lunch.

Cameron checked her watch for the third time in the past fifteen minutes. It didn’t help time move faster, but it made her feel better. It was only 11:20, Cameron was hoping to have her locker cleaned out by 4:00.

Finally, the sounds of a cane hitting the ground echoed down the hall. Cameron was sure that House never walked this loud before, but maybe it just sounded loud because she was waiting so patiently. Eventually the noise caught up to the door and House strode in. Cameron immediately rose to her feet and turned to House, “Ohhh,” he said while eyeing her, “Purple blouse with pinstripe pants and a golden barrette. This can’t be good.”

Cameron shook her head slightly confused by House’s comment, “What?”

House sighed as he walked over to his desk and plopped down. “Your outfit. You wear the purple blouse when I’m very heavily on your mind, the pinstripe pants when you want to be formal and the gold barrette when you have bad news.”

Cameron was still in shock. She did manage to sit down after her boss had done so but that didn’t take away her curiosity, “You know what I’m going to tell you by my clothes?”

“It’s not that hard really. Six years of seeing you and your apparel will do that to a person.” House began as he placed his feet up on his desk. “Whenever you have to deliver bad news to a patient I see you put that barrette in your hair, when there is a meeting with the hospital or something that is casually formal you wear those pants, and the shirt, well you always bug me the most on the days you wear that shirt. Now, did you get it that time or do you want me to draw a diagram? Chase just graduated to crayon usage, I’m sure he can make it all pretty for you.”

Cameron shook her head out of the shock. While looking down at her interlaced fingers, which rested in her lap, she sighed, “House, I’ve decided not to renew my fellowship with you. Instead I plan on transferring to Princeton General. I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.” House said. He was staring at Cameron and that last comment caused her to look up. “You’d be sorry if you had to move to another hospital so you that could be closer to family. Well since Princeton General and this little piece of heaven aren’t that far apart, you could easily stay here and be with family. No, you’re leaving because you want to leave. In which case you’re not sorry, otherwise you would stay.”

Cameron sat in the chair staring at House in shock and in awe. Tears were slowly flowing down her cheeks, she whispered. “Why do you have to make this so hard?”

“Because it’s hard for you to accept reality.” House blatantly said.

“This is why I’ve got to leave you House,” Cameron began in defense. “Because you know me to well, you can read me like a book, and your intention with everything is to make life hell. If you’d just accept something and not be crude about it, maybe life would be easier for you. I’m going to finish out the day and then I’ll clean out my locker tonight.”

Cameron stood up and walked over to the conference room door. House sat there watching her place her hand on the handle before saying anything. “No. Clean your locker out now. I only want people working for me if they are actually going to be working for me.”

Cameron took a sigh and turned to House. “Then I guess this means goodbye?”

“I guess it does.”

Cameron wiped her wet cheeks and then put on a small smile. “Good Bye House.”

After that she walked through the door, and House watched her tell the others. Chase stood up and gave Cameron a hug before Foreman followed it up with a handshake. When that was all said and done Cameron threw them all one last smile and walked out into the hall. Just as she passed House’s office she turned to him one last time. Through the glass wall she did nothing but stare. It was the best goodbye she could offer the man at this point. After that she was gone.

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Cameron was listening to the radio in her compact car. It wasn’t even noon yet and she was leaving the hospital. In the back seat were two small cardboard boxes that held her change of clothes, stethoscope, pictures, and other assortments from her locker. Cameron’s exit onto the highway was just about to come up so she threw on her right blinker and changed lanes. As her car drifted over her mind wandered around all of the memories she had. When House took her on a date, when Foreman got sick with that bacteria, seeing her head boss become a mother, how two years later Chase got electrocuted by faulty wiring when he was plugging in the coffee pot. There were good times and there were bad, but all were special to her. The memories reminded her of those whom she worked with for the past six years, some becoming friends, some becoming more than friends. All of them were special in their own way and now there was nothing left but what she held in her head.

She let the car drift into the on ramp. Looking over her left shoulder, she yielded to the cars in the opposite lane as they took a left turn onto the ramp. She noticed her light turn green, which meant she was clear to go. Unfortunately somebody from the left turn lane wanted to push their luck. The driver turned to get onto the ramp, despite the red light they now had, causing several cars that were going straight to swerve to miss him.

Cameron was halfway onto the ramp when she heard the screeching of tires just before it hit her. It hit her like a rock to the face, like a punch to the stomach, like a kick to her legs. The turning Saturn t-boned Cameron’s car squarely in the driver door. Cameron felt the impact throw her sideways, despite the use of her seatbelt, and cause her car to spin. The small blue car Cameron was in stopped spinning fifty feet away and ceased to move while perched on the edge of a hill.

Cameron lifted her head from her airbag-ignited steering wheel. She blinked several times and undid her seatbelt as she saw the man in the Saturn step out of his car. By the time her seatbelt was off, she was getting ready to open the driver side door, but she had no luck since it was crashed shut. She ultimately decided to stay in her car because it was best not to move after an accident, but in the end that proved to be her folly. The other driver started running over to Cameron’s car when the young immunologist felt a sudden jerk. Her car was perched on the side of the on ramp and with every passing moment it slid down and down the hill more and more.

Cameron could feel it coming, she could feel her car drift backwards. She knew that at any moment it was going to fall completely over the edge and slide down the hill into the southbound traffic. Cameron hastily reached for her seatbelt trying to reconnect it, but there was nothing she could do. When she finally got her hands on the buckle the car gave out and fell backwards. Cameron grasped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. She started screaming as the car headed down the hill gaining speed, and the last thing she saw, of where she was once at, was the other driver standing at the top of the hill watching her fall. Her back bumper hit the side guard on the highway and at her falling speed it caused the little blue car to flip. Soon enough Cameron’s car was upside down in the air. Cameron, who hadn’t been able to reattach her seatbelt, landed on the inner roof squarely on her head. She felt something snapping in her neck just before the crunch of her car roof came. The traffic from the high way came to a screeching stop and finally, it was over. Cameron’s car was lying still in the highway not to move again.

Cameron lay motionless in her car for a second before hearing a very familiar voice. A voice she hadn’t heard in years, maybe even decades. She carefully lifted her head and wiped the glass off of her cheek. Looking out of the hole that once held her windshield, she saw a pair of legs belonging to a child. “Aaaaalllllllisoooon!” The voice called again. Cameron followed the legs from the front of the car to her driver side window. The left shoe on the child was untied, and oddly enough that seemed familiar, Cameron always knew that shoe to be untied. The child got down on her knees and placed her hands on the pavement. Soon enough a little girl tipped her head downward and looked into the window, with a big smile on her face. “There you are Allison!”

Cameron smiled at the brown haired girl in front of her, strangely feeling at peace the whole time. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and army crawled to the window. Cameron slid out the opening and, when she was completely out, she pushed herself to her feet. A quick brush to her front and Cameron noticed all the blood was gone. It was as if it disappeared the moment she crawled out of the wreckage. She soon felt the little girl’s hand grab her own causing Cameron to look down at her, “Hey Michaela.”

Michaela smiled and swung Allison’s hand playfully, Cameron wasn’t lying to House when she said she wasn’t an only child. She looked at her car and the body left behind one last time, as she tried to take in what happened. Finally, after a minute of observation, the little girl and grown-up little sister walked away from the wreckage never to look back again.

Rest In Peace Kind One

Allison Cameron

August 19, 1979- July 24, 2010