Wow, it feels like it's been forever since I wrote and posted a House multi-chapter fic. I guess I was really put off by the season finale. LOL. So as you can guess, this is set in an AU universe, around season two or three. It's a very angsty story, cowritten with my good buddy SVUProductions (she wrote House, I wrote Cameron, and we took turns writing the rest of the characters). There will be a lot of tears, and one major character death. So grab your tissues and enjoy the first chapter of Would You Know My Name?

Disclaimer: Not ours!

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Cameron felt her heart drop as Wilson spoke those fateful words. For the past two years, she had been fighting for her life. Endless testing, poking, prodding, one medication combination after another. And for what? Two remissions that didn't even last. It was ironic, really. Her first husband had been dying of cancer when she had agreed to marry him. Now she was dying of the same damn disease.

She leaned back in the chair and sighed shakily as Wilson started to talk about her options. Another round of chemotherapy, more medications that would only make her ill to the point that she wished she were dead.

"You can try chemo again," Wilson offered.

Cameron sighed. "And then what? I've spent the past two years in chemo, gone into remission twice, and I'm still sick, James."

"Allison," he said gravely. "The leukemia's more aggressive this time."

She looked out the window and twisted her fingers in her lap. "I don't want more chemo, James." Her voice was soft, but left no room for argument.

"With the chemo, I'd say you have a year to two years. Without it, maybe six months," Wilson said gently.

Her voice was oddly calm. "Then I have six months. I don't want to go through the chemo again and spend what time I do have like that." Sick, losing her hair, too weak to even get out of bed…

"I'd choose the same thing," Wilson said. "Chemo just wears you out. It's more pain than it's worth."

She nodded. Six months... With a soft groan, she got to her feet and walked around his desk. Then she leaned down and hugged Wilson tightly. "Thank you, for everything," she whispered, exhaling deeply.

Wilson returned the hug gently. "You're welcome," he whispered.

She rubbed his back, then withdrew and smiled sadly. "I'll... I'll see you later." She went to the door.

"See you." Wilson watched as she walked away.

She nodded and walked out of his office. She knew it wouldn't be the last time she saw him, but she still felt sad. Ignoring curious and concerned looks, she walked out of the hospital and went home.

The next morning, Cameron came back to the hospital at nine, relieved when she saw Cuddy in her office. She knocked softly on the door, then waited to be acknowledged before she walked in.

"Yes, Dr. Cameron?" Cuddy asked, only looking up for a brief second to see who had entered her office.

Cameron went to Cuddy's desk and laid the envelope down. "I'm resigning."

Cuddy's eyebrows rose slightly. "Mind if I ask why?"

Without thinking, she rested a hand lightly on her abdomen. "The cancer is back. I have six months left, maybe less than that." Her voice was oddly strong.

Cuddy looked sympathetic. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said. She took the letter into her hand. "You've been a valuable member of the team."

Cameron nodded. "I've loved working here." And she would be sad to walk out of the hospital, knowing she would never return as a doctor. If she did, it would be as a patient, or worse.

"If you ever need anything, just let me know," Cuddy said awkwardly.

"Thank you." She hesitated, then slipped back out of Cuddy's office. Next, she had to empty out her locker.

As she walked down the hall, Foreman came out of one of the exams rooms. He saw Cameron, and he nodded at her. "Hi, Cameron."

She managed a small smile. "Hey."

He noticed that she wasn't wearing a coat, or even her normal attire for a work day. "Day off?"

"You could say that." She reached out and patted his shoulder awkwardly. "I'll see you later, Eric." She walked past him.

He stood there, not certain what surprised him more. That she had touched him, that she had called him by his first name, or that she was actually taking a day off. He continued down the hall, feeling uneasy.

Cameron let out a soft sigh when she finally found her locker, and she quickly opened it. Change of clothes, perfume, a few pictures, some lipgloss. She sighed sadly as she began removing the items.

Chase walked into the room, fixing his tie. "Morning, Cameron."

She glanced at Chase. He was a good friend, but one of her more regrettable mistakes had been sleeping with him. He was a sweet enough man, but not right for her at all. He never had been. "Hi, Chase."

He watched her clean out his locker, and his brow furrowed. "Spring cleaning?"

"Something like that." She closed the locker and leafed through the pictures. "Why don't you take this." She handed him a picture of the two of them and Foreman.

He looked at the picture, and his stomach sank. "What's wrong, Allison?"

In that moment, she could have told him. But she had decided last night not to tell most of the people she worked with. "I'm, uh, taking a trip. Going to see my family."

He finally smiled as he tucked the picture away. "That's nice. You'll enjoy it."

"I will." She patted his arm as she walked past him. He would find out soon enough, but she really didn't want to tell him. So she left him standing in the locker room by himself.

In her office, Cuddy read over the resignation letter. When Cameron had first gotten sick, she had done a good job of keeping it hidden. And Cuddy couldn't blame her. She didn't want sympathy, and she didn't want questions.

At that moment, the door was flung open. House limped inside, his infamous smirk spread across his face.

Cuddy glanced up. "What do you want, House?"

"Three way sex," he said, his smirk deepening. "You and Cameron, in the janitor's closet. How's that sound?"

She shook her head and resumed reading the paper she held in her hand.

House feigned hurt, then scowled at the paper. "I hope that's something I can blab about?"

"It's Cameron's resignation."

House furrowed his brow. "She's quitting?"

"That's generally what resignation means, House."

House rolled his eyes. "I mean, why?"

She folded the paper. "Maybe you should ask her that."

What the hell? House thought. "I'll do that," he mumbled.

She watched as he limped out of her office. She hadn't been very close with Cameron, but she would miss the younger woman.

House was so deep in thought as he hobbled out the door that he nearly ran over Wilson. "Wonder Boy, do you know what's up with Cameron?"

Wilson hesitated. "You should talk to her about that, House." It was not his place to tell him.

Why wasn't anybody talking to him? House scowled. "I will." He pulled out his phone and found Cameron's number, and hit call.

Cameron was walking to her car when her phone rang, and she pulled it out of her purse. The caller ID told her it was House, and she hesitated for several moments before finally answering. "House?"

"What's going on?" he demanded.

She closed her eyes. "What do you know?"

"That you quit."

"Greg..." She never called him by his first name, but she was dying. Why not? "I'm dying."

House's mouth dropped. "W-what?" he stammered.

"Yeah. The cancer is back. I may have six months, if I'm lucky." She felt detached from it all, as though she were describing the condition of one of their patients.

"Chemo?"

"Might give me another three to six months, but I don't want to go through it again. Either way, I'm going to die." She knew that she should be upset, but she was oddly resigned. Relieved, even.

"Why didn't you tell me before you quit?" House's voice was hoarse.

"I just found out yesterday."

"Is there anything I can do?" House asked, his voice oddly soft.

She swallowed hard. "I don't think so," she murmured. "I just cleaned out my locker. I, uh, have some things to... to get in order." She wasn't close with anyone in her family, not since she married Brian against their wishes. If anything, the people she worked with were more of a family.

"Alright," House said shakily. He slipped his phone into his pocket, and closed his eyes.

She studied the phone, then slowly closed it and slipped it back into her purse.

House knew how real it was, but he didn't want it to be real. He couldn't stand the thought of losing somebody that he loved so much, though he had always been afraid to show affection for the woman who had always wanted him.

Finally Cameron got into her car and drove home. Once she was inside her apartment, she took a look around. She had always been a tidy person, and it hit her that after she was dead, it wouldn't be a problem for whoever decided to come in and sort through her things. She kicked her shoes off and removed her jacket. She knew what to expect, and before it was too late, she needed to make a list of what she wanted to go to whom. Her books would probably be donated, along with her clothes. Most of her jewelry would go to her mother, except for the wedding band and engagement ring Brian had given her. Those would be buried with her.

She dropped onto the couch. There were certain things she wanted to go to specific people, but she would leave a note for her family asking them to let her friends and colleagues take what they wanted.

Grabbing a soft pillow, she stretched out along the couch and tucked the pillow under her head. She was so damn drained... She could work on the list later. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until she finally slept.

TBC...

A/N: We aren't sure how long this story will be, but if you're a Hameron shipper, hang on and you'll be very happy...for a while. MWAHHAHAHA. LOL. The title of the story is borrowed from the Eric Clapton song, Tears In Heaven, which we don't own of course. Thanks for reading, and please review!