A/N: This is the last chapter for this story, but don't despair, we have a sequel :) Thanks everyone for reading and for your awesome comments :)

Chapter Ten

It was a cold and rainy night so House decided a fire would be a good idea to set the mood. Besides, Cameron would probably like it and it made things cozy. He'd ordered Italian take-out and it would soon be delivered. Feeling restless, he went to the kitchen and found a bottle of Italian wine to have with dinner and uncorked it to let it breathe. Then he cleared his dining table of the books and papers and set it, figuring she probably wouldn't care to eat in front of the TV using the coffee table the way he did. The least he could do was make some kind of effort. She was worth it.

He'd just finished placing the last of the silverware when there was a knock on the door. It was too loud to be Cameron so he opened the door, tipped the take-out guy and slammed the door in his shocked face. His cell vibrated and he glanced at it to see a text from Cameron.

Running late, assisting with a bad accident, feel free to start without me.

Well, he certainly wasn't going to do that. He turned the oven on low and put the food in there before texting her back.

How bad?

A couple of minutes later she responded. Bad. They closed the road.

Need me 2 come get u?

No, I'm almost done here. Going to take another route. Be there in 30.

He was relieved at that. He would just wait, and he texted back to let her know. Dinner will be waiting when u get here.

Good. Starving.

True to her word, she arrived less than thirty minutes later looking like a drowned rat and shivering.

He chuckled as he stepped aside to let her in. "No umbrella?"

"K-kinda hard to hold an umbrella w-while working on s-someone," her teeth clattered as she took off her soaked jacket and hung it up.

He went into his bedroom and grabbed her a sweatshirt, a pair of sweatpants and a towel. "Here, go dry off and change into this before you get pneumonia," he said.

Cameron gave him a smile and reached up to kiss his stubbled cheek. "Thanks, House. I'll be right out."

While she changed, he laid out all the food on the table and was lighting the candles when she returned.

"Wow, you went all out," she said as she took in the romantic atmosphere. "You even got candles?"

"In case of a power outage," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Riiiiight. Well it smells heavenly, and I'm starved."

House poured the wine while she filled her plate with some lasagna and garlic bread. "I feel like there should be a toast or something," she said as she examined the deep red wine in its wide rimmed glass.

House smirked. "Make one then."

"Okay…." she said, looking like she was thinking hard about it, which made House laugh.

"It doesn't have to be anything profound, Cameron. Keep it simple. Besides, I thought you were starving."

Cameron giggled and raised her glass, so House did, too. "Okay, here goes. To us." Then she tapped her glass against his and took a long sip.

"Well that was certainly simple. Now eat up before it gets cold."

She grinned at him. "Yes, sir."

"Mmmm, your obedience arouses me," he grinned back at her and they began eating. When they finished, she helped him clear the dishes.

"Is there dessert?" she asked him as she helped load the dishwasher.

"You can't possibly still be hungry after all that."

"I'm not right now but I might be later."

"I might have something for you, then," he said as he backed her up against the butcher block. He pressed her body against his, letting her feel his arousal.

"It feels like you've got something for me right now."

"It certainly looks like it. The question is, what do you want to do about it? I'm sure I can come up with a few ideas."

Cameron wrapped her leg around his and thrust her core against him in return. "Such as?"

Without a word, House stepped back, took her hand and started leading her out of the kitchen toward his bedroom.

The rain wasn't letting up as it pelted hard against the window but there was definitely something erotic about it as they stood in the darkened bedroom, slowly undressing each other as they kissed. The music in the living room was still playing, just loud enough to be heard as they moved onto the bed, their lips never leaving each other's, their hands pulling at their clothes.

Cameron reached out and took him in her hand. As she dropped kisses on his chest, his erection had gone soft. She stopped for a moment and began to stroke him. He swallowed when nothing happened, so Cameron moved against him and continued to drop warm, wet kisses on his skin. House ran his hands over her damp skin trying to get his erection back. When she rubbed her fingers over the tip and it remained soft, he pushed her onto her back. He had to distract her.

Licking and sucking her fragrant skin, he moved down her body and positioned himself between her legs. He pushed her wet folds apart and stroked her clit. She cried out and he went to work. He licked, sucked, and gently pinched her swollen nub while fucking her with three fingers. Her orgasm caused her to thrash around on the bed and scream his name. Carefully, he made his way back up to lie beside her. Hopefully, she would fall asleep. Instead, she trailed her hand down his body and took his cock in her hand, only to discover it still wasn't hard.

"It's not happening," House grumbled as he pushed her hand away. He sat up and bent over, rubbing his leg. Pain shot up his thigh, intense and sharp.

"It's okay," she whispered as she moved to sit behind him. "We have all the time in the world."

He grunted and went to the bathroom to wrap a towel around his waist before going out to the living room. A moment later Cameron came out. She made no effort to cover her naked body and he expected his cock to spring to attention. When it didn't, he reached for the remote and turned on the TV.

Before she could speak, he held up his hand. "It happens to everyone, blah, blah, blah. It's probably a result of the wine from dinner and the Vicodin. Wilson lectures me about the harmful effects all the time. This is just the first time it's happened to me."

"What can I do?" she asked.

"Go back to bed. I'll be in later."

She nodded and went back to his bedroom. When the only sound in the apartment was the television, he allowed his panic full rein. His heart hammered in his chest and he gasped for air. What if this was a permanent problem? Would she stay with him? She left Chase. She could leave him. He could make her as miserable as he did Stacy and force her to leave. He needed the Vicodin and he needed Cameron. Would she stay with an old cripple who couldn't make love to her? She claimed to love him; always had. She claimed sex wasn't everything in a relationship. However, he knew how important sex was and oral sex would only get them so far. What if she grew bored? What if she found someone else who could fuck her good and proper? The way she deserved?

As those thoughts assaulted him, he looked up and saw the tan box on top of the bookshelf. The pain in his leg was so intense he wanted to scream. Instead, he got the step ladder and pulled the box down. Opening it, he took out the vial of morphine and a syringe. He filled the syringe and tied the tourniquet around his arm, tightening it with his teeth. Straightening out his arm, he tapped the vein and then tore open an alcohol wipe. Once the area was clean, he injected the entire syringe. He flexed his hand as he took off the tourniquet and waited for the morphine to work its magic. He began to feel lightheaded and on the verge of passing out. He picked up the syringe and tried to focus on it. It was one of the larger ones, which meant he'd seriously overdosed himself

"Oh, shit," he muttered before he slid off the couch crashed to the floor.

The loud thud caused Cameron to sit straight up in the bed. Tossing the sheet aside, she picked his t-shirt up off the floor, pulled it over her head, and ran out to the living room. House lay in a heap in front of the fireplace. Kneeling beside him, she rolled him onto his back. She pressed her ear to his chest. He wasn't breathing and his heart rate was so faint she could barely hear it. As she got up to get the phone, she saw the vial of Morphine and syringe on the table. He'd injected double the amount to stop his pain. She ran to the phone, grabbed it, and dialed 9-1-1. Cradling it between her ear and shoulder, she began CPR on House as she talked to the 9-1-1 operator. Sirens sounded as her tears dripped onto his chest.

TO BE CONTINUED….