Allison Cameron stood in front of Princeton Plainsboro hospital, her brain wouldn't give her feet the message to move. it's been 6 years since she had set foot in this place, this horrible but wonderful place. the place where she got the job of her dreams, met the man of her dreams and was fired. where she watched him get down on one knee, asking her to be his forever, where she had been Allison Cameron-Chase and here she watched it unravel before her eyes.


she walks inside. and the first person she sees? her gruff and lonely mentor, Greg House. he sees her and smiles, limping toward her "Cameron," he says. she smiles a little "...I go by Allison or Ally now." she looks behind House's shoulder, her brain blocked out what he started to say. because HE was walking out of the elevator. "He dyed his hair." she whispers to no one. she feels her feet tak a step toward him. all she wants to do right now is run into his arms, but she can't. he doesn't love her anymore. she feels someone behind her. "Allison," she missed that voice, that smell. she turned around to see the man she thought she would grow old with staring at her with this angry look in his eyes. she took a breath.

TBC...