Backstory: Takes place after Cameron resigns in S3.

Disclaimer: I don't own House or Indiana by John MchLaughlin

IMPORTANT NOTE! PLEASE READ!: okay, so here's the deal. Pretty much, the future of this story is up to you (more or less). I wasn't sure whether to either

A) Leave it a one-shot like this

B) Make it a 2 shot, same song, but with House's POV of seeing her

C) Make it a full length story, all inclusive.

So PLEASE review and tell me what you think.

I'm glad I never lived next to the water

So I could never get used to the beach

And I'm glad I never grew up on a mountain

To figure out how high the world could reach

You love normality. How drab, how...you.

So you think you can just stop the world and start a new one? Leaving changes nothing. You moved from Arizona to Oregon to Idaho to Ohio to Nebraska and now...you're here. Only six months at each place. Funny how long it seems. Longer than it ever felt with him.

You quit before you can feel anything like you did. You quit before you can feel at all. Still, you stay here, with your husband of 2 months. Marriage changes nothing, he's still a faceless stranger.

He's the opposite of everything you know. He comes from a family who loves him inside and out. They love you just as much. He graduated with a 3.7, owns a school photography business and makes enough to support your family...Just you and him. Someday you'll have children. It will make you love him even more. A kid changes nothing.

The two of you hide away in a small town, population of maybe 1,000. Maybe. You like that. You recognize the faceless many. Greet them with kind smiles at the supermarket.

"Hon?" your stranger calls.

"Mhm..." you meet him halfway in the foyer.

"What's for dinner? It's been a long day." You walk up to him, and help him take off his tie. The chill of the fabric sooths your velvet hands.

"I just got back from the Hospital. If you want I can drive into the city. Yeah? I'll pick up a movie and some food."

"Sounds great, Allison." he gives you a genuine smile. A gentle hand cups your face and strokes your cheek lovingly. Close your eyes, just feel the the soothing circular motions. You hope for a callous, or hardened skin. You hope for something that isn't imaginary and perfect. Hope changes nothing.

Your stranger's hand is not his.

I love the miles between me and the city

Where I quietly imagine every street

And I'm glad I'm only picturing the moment

You slip into a homey car and start the ignition. It's not too long of a drive to get to a decent Blockbuster or restaurant. Only 45 minutes- a half hour without traffic. The radio plays music you've heard before...though the name of the song slips your memory.

A motorcycle vrooms parallel to you. The ignition roars obnoxiously, aiming to grab someone's attention. Your eyes roll and you flash an evil glare to your left. For a split second you see his face. A face you haven't seen for 3 years. You think of your possible future- though it was a fantasy from the start. You know that all too well. You take a closer look, hoping to find some sign, some hint of him.

You don't.

I'm glad he never fell in love with me

You tell yourself there's a reason that you're here right now.

It's because you're happy and content.

You tell yourself you live easily and nicely. Your formula doesn't include him. Formulas change nothing.

For some the world's a treasure to discover

And your scenery should never stay the same

There's a reason you change places every six months. You want to disappear. Jersey to Arizona was just the start, though that move wasn't alone. Arizona to Oregon was with Chase too. You laced fingers publicly for all to see. You were so proud of him, of you, of the life you'd created. Oregon to Idaho was alone, physically and emotionally. There were occasional hook-ups between Ohio and Nebraska. Finally you settle down with him. And you like it. You like Corey...Your stranger.

A change is always good for your emotional stability. Isn't it?

Change is certainly something.

They're trading in their dreams for explanations

All in an attempt to entertain

God dammit he floods your head. You can't help it. This is the first time in years its happened to you. The first time where you've...missed him. You missed his gruff outlook on everything, his hobbled walk, his denial of any emotion. But that's it. That's all you miss.

You certainly don't miss his lame excuses. You were too young, too green, you cared too much, you loved Chase, he didn't love, on and on and on.

All over analytical concoctions.

I love the miles between me and the city

Where I quietly imagine every street

And I'm glad I'm only picturing the moments

I'm glad he never fell in love with me.

You're happy. You're happy. You're happy.

The damn motorcycle cuts you off. Your frail hand slams on the car horn.

He flips you the bird.

This trick of love is to never let it find you

It's easy to get over messing up

You moved to escape them. You moved to escape him.

That's working for you. You drive up to the movie rental store. Slam the door. Your patience is running thin. Your head is swirling around. Too much thinking...all too much. Thinking changes nothing.

I know the how's and whens

But now and then he's all I think about

He kissed you. You know the date.

He took you out. You know the date.

You remember every diagnosis for every case with him.

Every eye roll he gave you, you know the circumstances. The how, the who, and the when are just scenery. Unimportant-just an added feature. The real question is why.

Why the hell is he so bloody dense. Your feet guide you into Blockbuster, and you scan for a movie worthwhile.

I wonder what it feels like to be famous

But wondering's as far as I will go

Cause I'd probably lose myself in all the pictures

And end up being someone I don't know

You look at the beautiful women on the covers of the array of DVDs. You missed feeling beautiful for people. For anyone. For him.

You reach for a favorite of Corey's, and a hand touches your own.

Blue, that's all there is. That's all you see. That's all you care about. Your hand jumps back all by itself.

You give him a half smile.

"Dr. Cameron." he hums monotonously.

"Dr. House," attempting to use the same tone...your voice cracks. He gives you a nod, and walks crookedly away.

You stand there. Alone.

So it's probably best I stay in Indiana

Just dreaming up the world as it should be

Get back in your car. Return home. Return to life. Reality.

He climbs on his motorcycle and drives away. What the hell was he doing here? You shake it off

The first time in 3 years...now what?

Seeing him changes nothing.

Where everyday's a battle to convince myself

That I'm glad he never fell in love with me