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Author's Note…Just a lone little oneshot…I hope you can follow the story, because it's arranged in a different way. And please don't be offended by this story…that was obviously not its purpose.

it has been a very long time since my last confession.

Chills raced up and down Cameron's spine like marathon runners as the familiar thump of House's cane rang through her ears. These weren't chills of love and romance. These were chills of nightmares, goosebumps of terror.

House crossed his arms and leaned his back against the wall. "How did you know? About the patient, how did you know?"

Cameron picked up the paperwork she was doing and walked to the other side of the darkish lab. "Gut feeling, I guess."

"People get their instincts from experience."

Cameron inhaled sharply.

"What was your experience?"

forgive me Father, for i have sinned…

He should have been ass-ugly. No, scratch that. He should have looked absolutely sinister, his face a big neon sign that screamed "stay away!" But no. He looked absolutely safe. His salt-and-pepper hair (should have been uncompromising black) was clean-cut, and his alert brown eyes (should have been red) radiated security. And his backwards collar; well, she should have known better when she saw it was the slightest bit disheveled.

i have sinned in the school. i saw the teachers kissing, and i didn't tell.

"Cameron?"

"No," she responded harshly.

House limped over to her, his leg heavier than usual. It was just one of the many parts of his body telling him this was a bad idea.

"No."

House paused for a short-lived moment. "Did you at least tell someone?"

i have sinned on the playground. i saw two kids cheat during tag, and i didn't tell.

The first time was during Sunday School. He had been tutoring different children privately each week, and it was her turn. The class had "oooooohed" when he called her, as if she was about to get into trouble. She was.

i have sinned in the home. daddy brought home a lady that wasn't mommy, and i didn't tell.

House sighed. This was not how he had expected his night to go. But there was no turning back now.

"You didn't tell anyone."

Cameron remained silent.

"I'm the only person who knows."

Silence.

i have sinned in the Church. i became a Dirty Girl, and i didn't tell.

His voice had been soothing, as if it compensated for what he was doing. He had gone slowly too. Calloused hands had first taken out her ponytail that her mother had put up, and then gradually descended toward her shoulders. A massage. He freaking gave her a massage first. Finally, the palms that she had so often seen pressed together in prayer drifted down her chest, under her shirt, his fingers leaving trails of sin that wouldn't come off, no matter how hard she scrubbed.

forgive me Father, for i have sinned.

The lab had suddenly become too small. The secluded room simply didn't have the capacity for the lack of emotions. Tears; it could take. Happiness; it could take. Anger; it could take. But a vast amount of nothing had the glass cracking as a million ghosts slammed into the walls in their desperate rush to get out, to be anywhere but here.

sinned. never tell.

When he finally let her go, she had walked slowly out of the room, noticing every little detail from the Virgin Mary cradling her baby Jesus to the dust gathering on the fake flowers in the corner. Desperately trying to cry, she sat down on the third pew from the back and began to read.

and you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.

(John 8:32)

And she leaned over the book, tracing out the letters with her fingers, worrying the end of the page between the fingers, feeling utterly trapped.