Title: Beautiful

Rated: PG

Author: Me.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Wish I did. I'd have Jenny Morrisonin my bed every night...

A/N: Written on July, 4, 2006, by a VERY drunken Mormon.

Fox Owns House

Fox Owns House

Fox Owns House

"You once asked why I like you," Allison said. House was still in the coma brought on by Ketamine. She brushed his shaggy hair with her finger-tips. "I honestly don't know why I did then. I know now." She inhaled deeply. "I look at you and see where I can make you happy. You aren't what I thought I wanted. You're rude, sarcastic, and sometimes mean. Over the last two years, I've seen a few brief glimses into your soul. Wilson warned me not to break your heart. I won't.

"I don't want some nice-looking moron. You hired me because I didn't have to work as hard as I did. I could have any hot guy who walks in the door...easily. What I want is someone who is intellegent enough to challenge my mind. You do that, House. You're the one I want, you're the one that I fell in-love with."

"Why?" he asked, opening his eyes, finally. Allison laughed lightly, choking back tears. He gave her a pathetic look as she wiped her cheeks, and rolled his eyes.

"Why, what?"

"Why me?"

"Because you're smart, funny, and yes, sexy." He smiled lightly. After a year and a half, she could finally give him a straight answer. "Because you make people tell you the truth."

"You think you can make me happy?"

"I'd like to test that theory." She took his hand and squeezed it affectionately.

"Theory tested, and proven correct."

"By holding your hand?"

"By staying two years when anyone else would have left after 5 minutes." Allison smiled warmly at him. "Maybe I'm still high from the pain killers, but you look tired. Come here," he mummbled, gently pulling her to the bed. She climbed in next to him. The room was just dark enough to be calming and almost romantic. Allison slid down, putting her head in the crook of his arm, resting her head on his shoulder. "Sleep," he whispered. When she closed her eyes, he kissed the top of her head gently. He smiled and closed his eyes.

The sound of footsteps approaching woke the two. House kept her close, and his eyes shut tight.

"Cameron," Wilson cried. "What the hell are you doing? The man is in a coma!" He started to pull at the sleeping woman whan House's hand closed around his wrist.

"Leave her."

"House? You're awake?"

"Yes, now get the hell out. She's sleeping." House had not yet opened his eyes. "How long has she been here?"

"Whole time."

"Then leave her here, and keep everyone out but Cuddy for at least 10 hours. Got it?" House opened his eyes and glared at his friend.

"Got it."

"Good. Get the hell out." House held her close to his heart and sighed. He didn't grin like an idiot, but he was happy. Wilson could see it in his eyes. The younger doctor smiled at the two and left. House was happy.

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