Well, here is chapter 8 guys, and only 5 days since my last update! See, I told you I would have more time now that track is done! This chapter is a bit shorter, but I feel that I portrayed what I wanted in this chapter, and left it open for the next chapter. There's a lot of good detail in this one, you guys will get inside their heads :). I hope you enjoy chapter 8 and leave me reviews! I was slightly disappointed with the last batch of reviews, and I'm not getting the e-mails about them, is anyone else having this problem or is it just me? Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter.


"AHHH! What is that?" a voice shrieked from the guest bedroom.

House poked his head into the room and smirked. "Hey! Don't be mean to Steve, what did he ever do to you?"

"Who is Steve, and why is he in here?" The small rat looked up at Cameron and continued to nibble on the piece of lettuce that was in the cage. He cocked his head at her and squeaked.

"Aw, look, you've upset him, shame on you Cameron, shame on you. Steve is my rat, and this is where he lives. If you have a problem with that I guess he can sleep in my room for tonight."

"That's alright, I think I'll be okay," she said as she moved to the mirror and started brushing her hair. House watched her, and she reminded him of an innocent porcelain doll; so perfect and untouchable. She stroked her hair with the brush gently, watching as it moved through smoothly. He wondered if she always looked so innocent, or if he was just not paying attention. His money was on the latter.

"Are you going to be okay in here by yourself?" he asked, mentally kicking himself for sounding like he actually cared.

It wasn't until Cameron turned around that House's heart stopped beating for just a second. The small smile on her face and the blush in her cheeks made him want to melt into his shoes. He hated himself for it. He'd promised himself over and over again that he wasn't going to let another girl into his heart for as long as he lived, but here she was, stealing his heart right out of his chest.

"Ummm, I don't know. I think I'll be okay."

"Well if you ever need some company, you can crawl into my bed, but don't think I won't cop a feel if you do," he teased, adding a wink. It made her smile, and his heart stopped beating again. This woman was going to kill him.

"Thanks House, I know how much that means coming from you," she told him as she finished brushing her hair. She came over to him and got on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek. He flinched slightly. "Goodnight Master House," she told him with a smirk on her face. He smiled back, actually smiled.

He watched her petite frame climb into the bed with some difficulty. He could tell that the medications were slowly starting to wear off, and it was taking a toll on her small fragile body. She pulled the covers up to her chin and then turned the side table light off. House then turned off the main light for the room.

"Goodnight Allison," he whispered.

"That's Mistress Allison to you," he heard. He chuckled, he didn't think she'd heard him, but apparently she had. He turned on his heel and then went to his own bedroom.

He had a king sized bed and for some reason only slept on one half of it. He didn't even know why he'd bought a king sized bed. When he used to have Stacey in his bed, he had had a queen, and it had been big enough for the both of them, but he guessed that it was a king sized bed to fill the king sized void in his heart. Now he had Cameron, and he wanted her to fill that void.

Not many women could really get under his skin, but Cameron was good at it. She crawled under his skin and stayed there forever, she never left his mind alone. Now that he was this close to her, he felt as if he was never going to free himself from her vice like grip.

He ran a hand over his face and sighed. He needed to get this girl out of his mind, but she was all he could think about. She had permanently etched herself into his mind, and now he couldn't get her out.

House didn't sleep for most of the night. He would wake up every hour and just stare at the ceiling. Having Cameron so close to him was affecting him way more than he thought it would.

At around 3am, he heard footsteps making their way across his hardwood floor. He heard them stop in front of his door, and the door opened slightly. The footsteps came closer, and his heart seemed to beat faster and louder. He almost sat up to shh it when she stood directly in front of his bed.

A sigh escaped the young woman's lips as she slipped into his bed. House didn't know how to react at first. His heart was beating out of his chest and every once in a while, he would feel short of breath.

About a half an hour later, House still hadn't moved, but he could tell that Cameron was still awake. Her breathing was still normal, she hadn't fallen asleep yet, and he wondered if she'd slept yet all night. He had for a little bit, but he had gotten about a total of two hours of sleep so far, nothing more. Now that Cameron was in his bed instead of the next room over, he wasn't going to get any kind of sleep tonight.

Cameron's mind was having a huge battle. It had started when she'd woken up in a cold sweat. Dreams of her attacker plagued her mind, and after the last one, her mind refused to grant her any sleep. She remembered House's words, and she figured that he must have been at least half serious when he'd said them. Besides, he'd probably be going around the hospital bragging that he had a young woman in his bed last night, sparing the gossiping nurses the details that would lead them to believe that Cameron slept with him. She wasn't looking forward to those rumors.

She had noticed a change in House since the attack, though. Before, he'd wanted to figure out her puzzle in the meanest way down. He wanted to tear her down to nothing, and reduce her to a story. Now, he was letting her in on parts of his life before she told him about hers. This was a huge change. Something had happened to him between the time she'd entered the hospital, and now, as she lay in his bed contemplating what to do.

Ten minutes later, her overworked mind fell to sleep, and the dreams consumed her once again. She started crying and murmuring scared yelps in her sleep. House turned to her and shook her gently. "Allison," he said lightly, he didn't know why he was using her first name all of a sudden, it just seemed like it was high time that he treat her like a human being.

She woke up and looked over at House. He pulled her into his arms and calmed her down. When she stopped crying, he pulled away and looked at her. "Are you okay now?" he asked. She nodded and laid back down.

She wasn't okay. A moment later, she made a move, and turned on her side, rested her head on his shoulder, and wrapped an arm around him. He stayed still for a long moment. Cameron almost pulled away, but right before she did, he wrapped his arm around her.

"Goodnight Allie," he said softly.

"Goodnight Greg."


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