From Cameron to Swan

Her piercing green eyes stare into his icy blue ones. She looks like Cameron but the girl in front of him is definitely not his duckling. Her eyes are too cold to be that of Allison's; they bare a pain he recognizes in his own eyes whenever he looks into the mirror.

"How did you find me?" Cameron… no Emma, asks effectively ending their staring match.

He doesn't respond.

"You're supposed to be dead." She saw him go six feet under but then again its House she is talking about, he'd do anything to get out of clinic duty.

"You're supposed to be a doctor, not playing fairytale." The doctor fires back.

She closes her eyes and begins to walk away from House.

"Wilson is dead, cancer".

"I know." The irony of his death doesn't escape her mind and for a moment he sees the old her flicker through her eyes. "What I don't know is why you're here."

He can't answer her, not quite sure why he has tracked her down in the first place.

"I came to see you." He answers deciding for once not to be a bastard.

Groaning in frustration Emma/Allison speaks again, "Not here as in Storybrooke here as in alive", the young women huffs out.

"Funny story, I never actually died." Clearly she thinks.

"You'll never change." House sighs, the conversation went down faster than Bp's stock prices during the oil spill. Knowing when he lost a battle House begins to leave when a thought strikes him.

Turing to face his ex-employee and dare he say friend again, "Cameron." She doesn't respond. "Allison." If she is shocked by his use of her first name she doesn't let it show. "Emma."

The woman who once was an immunologist finally looks up at her former boss. It sounds weird and forced for her birth name to fall from his lips.

"I never wanted you to become…" he pauses for a few beats, treading carefully as he says his next words.

"I never wanted you to become bitter and cold- hearted." They both know what he really wants to say is I never wanted you to become like me.

"Well you can't always get what you want." She says in a tone that reminds him of himself, once upon a time he would have been proud.

"You never were just lobby art." House says before limping back over the state line back to his car. In another life she'd be full of joy hearing those words. But she's not naive anymore and knows better than to wear her heart on her sleeve. She's not his love sick fellow anymore. She doesn't need his approval.

Driving mindlessly House muses. She looks like Cameron, She sounds like Cameron but the girl he just drove away from was not Cameron. She was too broken and damaged to be his favorite duckling, she was Emma.

"Swan?" Hook asks cautiously, "Who was that?" Killen was close enough to see her face throughout the exchange but far enough to not have heard a single word.

"Nobody." She replies. Cameron might have been in love with House but Emma doesn't give a damn.