What has never been said, will come through action. Time and time again, will action always prove its self, more than words can ever show. WolvGambit

Taken Away

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It was late, later than normal when he heard the knock at the door. He sighed and turned over on his couch and looked at the clock. 2 a.m. Who would be here at this hour, who would be looking for him. If it was Tritter, he didn't want him to know he was there, so he remained quiet. Again, a knock...and a soft feminine voice came through.

"House?" knock-knock "House, are you alright?"

Cameron, how come she always knew. Finding his cane on the floor where he left it, he heaved himself up and towards the door and looked through the peep-hole to see her standing there. Sighing, he pressed his forehead to the cool surface and forced himself to swallow, breathe deep and even.

"What do you want?" He asked, his voice hoarse from sleep...pain. "Who sent you?"

"I came here on my own, House. I came to see you."

House opened the door and looked at her. She didn't smile, she frowned when she looked at him. Still a mess, except this time...a mess worse than her previous visit. "Oh God, House. What have you done?"

At those words, he turned his head away from her...blood dripping down his wrist, he had forgotten. "I don't remember."

"You did it again, didn't you?" Cameron asked him in a hushed whisper as she walked passed him.

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It was the second time in one day that she was sitting in front of him, on her knees, in his living room...doctoring him. Taking care of him. He had no words, no words at all. Tritter had sent out to take everything away from him...every thing that he had worked hard for. He closed his eyes as the antiseptic burned in the jagged cuts he left on his forearm. Hissing, he jerked his arm almost out of her grasp. House looked at her, their eyes connected and he felt a tug at his heart.

This was the second time she'd seen him in this shape. Before her eyes weren't so full of emotion, so full of pain as his own. With those thoughts his eyes shut as he remembered her before him earlier in the day...remembered her words.

"House, stop this...please."

Earlier that night, he had tried to stop all of this. But it was too late, his earlier actions in the day had made him realize, there was much more to his addiction than on the surface. It wasn't just pain as his stubborn mind made him believe. It was his body that wanted the drug, his mind that wanted the drug. The first step is admitting it to himself.

"Are you going to be okay?" Cameron asked, breaking him out of his ravine.

He looked upon her then, not trusting his mouth to form words...not trusting himself. For the first time in a long time, he felt his natural walls drop with that look in her eyes. In her eyes he saw himself, what he had done earlier. His eyes shut and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Would you like me to stay with you?"

Her hand was still placed on his arm, rubbing softly over the bandaged area. Opening his eyes, they connected with hers once more, the crystalline blue spheres that held everything...pierced her soft sea colored ones. Finding his voice, all he could manage to say was: "Do what you want."

It was as far as he would go, she knew, to admitting needing any type of help at all as he turned from her and walked away towards his bedroom. Folding her jacket liner into a ball, she laid it on the top part of the couch and was getting ready to lie down when she heard his voice once more. "You're not sleeping in there are you?"

Sighing she slowly treaded towards his room to see him lying down already, his hand tracing the scar, the proof of his pain. She, in turn, laid down beside him and he pulled her closer. It was just the way it happened to be. For everything he ever cared about...could be out of his life for a long time.

Taken Away.