A/N: I know that this chapter will only depress you guys even more then i already have...I admit, even I was a bit teary, and desperately wanting her to get together with House...but this was a test of my true writing skills. Not everything always goes right. Not everyone always gets together with that perfect other person. And that's what I had to show myself.

Literary discipline.

It sucks.

"I love you, Allison..."

She moaned softly into his mouth and combed her fingers through his brown hair. She pulled back to look into his beautiful face. His piercing blue eyes showed nothing short of affection and true love. He ran his finger across her cheek, and Cameron felt a damp wetness on her cheek. She felt it, and realized that she was crying.

"Why are you crying?" House asked kindly. Cameron inspected the tears on her fingertips but rubbed it away.

"I don't know..." she replied truthfully. "It's probably because I'm so happy to be with you."

House looked up into her eyes with a slightly confused look.

"But, we're not together," he whispered. Cameron pulled back slightly.

"What?" she whispered.

"We never will," said House. He kissed her hand, before the world around her began to swirl treacherously. She and House grew farther and farther apart until she could barely see him.

"House!" she screamed. "Greg! I'm sorry! Please...I know what I said...but I wasn't...House!"


Cameron awoke in her bed, the sheets tangled around her waist and her face and hands dripping with sweat. Tears built up under her closed eyelids spilled onto her face. She rubbed them away quickly. She had these dreams every night for a week since she had decided to leave House. She loved him deeply, but she was not only protecting herself, but him as well.

With that final thought, she hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed. Her shoulders heaved and she fought for oxygen. She told herself to take deep breaths, but nothing was working. And so, she cried. She cried and cried and cried until there were no more tears left to shed. Her eyes were practically swollen shut after she stopped crying, and all energy had been drained from her body. She curled up in a ball on her pillow, feeling oddly cold.

But she could have sworn that she felt House's hand in her hair, and his warm body pressed against her back, comforting and calming her, before she slowly drifted off into sleep.