This is my first fiction piece based on House. It's an idea that has been in my head a very long time, so I figured it was time to set it free. I hope you enjoy it.

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A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing you said as you were leavin'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven... I wish you would

-A Long December, Counting Crows

It was a regular Friday morning and Allison Cameron sat on a bench, sipping coffee and reading over a case file. The noise in the hospital bothered her, but she ignored it, waiting for House to come to work so they could start the newest case—which was very strange. A fifteen year old girl with no history of medical problems suddenly had a heart attack and nearly drowned. House was sure to be intrigued by this case.

"Why is it taking him so long?" Cameron wondered aloud. A thought struck her. "He doesn't want to be here, so why would he rush to be on time?" Cameron groaned and went back to studying the file. Just then, a man stumbled through the front doors of the clinic. He looked disheveled and confused and was wearing a long, black coat. Cameron looked at him and a sudden sick feeling hit her stomach.

"Who is he?" She wondered again.

The man looked around as if he was trying to find someone. Just then, the mother of the fifteen year old girl walked past the man and his eyes opened wide. He reached into his coat and slowly pulled something out. Time seemed to slow down as Cameron realized what it was.

"GUN!!!" Cameron shouted, rushing towards the woman. She tackled her to the floor just as two shots flew over her head and smashed into the wall. Panic erupted and everyone in the room started running out of the building as the man continued to shoot at whomever he could. Cameron got up to a crouching position and pulled the woman up as well. She looked around for somewhere safe but she couldn't see anything. All at once, the man spotted them.

"You're going to die, Amanda!" He shouted, firing off his gun. Amanda screamed in fear as the bullets missed again. Cameron stood up and dragged Amanda towards the elevator. Suddenly, a loud bang echoed in the room and horrible pain burned Cameron's left arm. Cameron had been hit by a bullet.

"Oh God!" Amanda screamed as Cameron fell. The man turned to her and said, "You're gonna die Amanda."

Just as he raised his gun, someone shot at him. The shooter turned and faced another man who also had a gun. "Drop it!" The second man shouted.

"No!" The shooter shouted back. Immediately they began firing at each other, starting a war in the hospital clinic. Cameron lay sprawled on the floor, the room spinning around her when a voice suddenly said, "Cameron, come on. We have to move." A strong pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled her up. "Mrs. Kimberly, we have to get out of here." The voice told Amanda.

"Okay." Amanda replied fearfully, getting to her feet.

"Chase?" Cameron questioned.

"Yeah, it's me. We're getting into the elevator Cameron. You're going to be fine." Chase assured her, helping her into the elevator. Amanda stepped in at the same time and Chase hit the button for the third floor. The doors shut on the terrible scene in the clinic and the elevator began propelling upwards.

"Is my daughter alright?" Amanda asked Chase.

"Yeah, she's fine. We're going to her room Mrs. Kimberly and we're going to get her." Chase replied.

"Why is this happening?" Amanda asked aloud.

"I don't know." Chase answered. "I don't know."

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All rights to House M.D. belong to Fox; I am simply borrowing the characters for a little ride of my own design. Please review if you have something nice to say about this, or if you want to say how much you hate it. Thanks:

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