Title: Old Wounds, New Start
Author: TheInkSlayer
Rating: T
Warning: References to previous rape, and non-graphic descriptions of rape?? Rated to be safe.

Disclaimer: Once, my friend told me that I kinda looked like David Shore!! I slapped her.

Summary: Sequel to Scars Don't Heal. Cameron and Chase are happy with their new family, but has Cameron really moved on from what Dylan did? Is Chase ready to be a father?

A/N: You kinda sorta REALLY have to read SDH to get this. Hopefully, it's not total shit. I skipped over a lot of the pregnancy 'cause, well, that's tedious. Also, Chase proposed about a week or two-ish after they found out that the baby was his. So Cameron's about three months in... ONWARDS!

- Chapter One -

Dr. Robert Chase sighed as he moved through the small kitchen of what seemed like the three billionth house they'd looked at today. Allison hung on his arm, smiling brightly, and looking around at the shining, stainless steel appliances. The woman ahead of him droned on and on about how the "state of the art stainless refrigerator" was "superior to all appliances" or some shit. God, it had been a long day. And, joy, he had work to look forward to tomorrow. Taking care of a pregnant woman is a lot harder than people make it out to be.

"Rob, hun, you okay?" Dr. Cameron asked, the concern in her voice nearly tangible.

"Oh, what? Yeah, just kinda… spacing I guess." His life just couldn't get any easier, could it?


"So, did you like the house?" Cameron asked later, as they sat outside at a small café.

"Mmhmm," Chase murmured into his coffee, his eyes never straying from the twisting designs of cast iron table.

"I really like the bathrooms." Allison commented, absentmindedly resting her hand on her stomach. Smiling, she glanced up at her soon to be husband. She remembered every detail of that day three months ago.

Foreman had walked out to check on the patient, and House was… well, House was probably A) Annoying Cuddy, or B) Scoring a free lunch off Wilson. Chase was doing his crossword puzzle, sipping his coffee, and Cameron was twiddling with a pencil, rambling on about the colors of drapes. Without taking his eyes off of the newspaper, Chase interrupted Cameron.

"Allison, will you marry me?"

"Wha-what?" Cameron asked, eyes widening in shock.

"Well," Chase asked, setting his coffee mug down. His aura of cool confidence wavered as he looked into Cameron's eyes. "I was wondering if- if you want-wanted to marry me?"

"Uh-umm," Allison stuttered, still completely taken aback by the question. After a rather long, awkward pause, Cameron shrieked and practically tackled Chase back into his chair.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!" She shouted, peppering the male doctor's face with kisses.

Allison chuckled as she remember the look on Foreman's face when he walked in, and House's sarcastic (and rather inappropriate) comment.

"Al?" Chase asked, interest lacing his tone.

"Huh?"

"You were laughing, are you alright?" Chase questioned again, a smirk quickly forming.

"Haha, I was just remembering the day you proposed."

"Oh, no…" Chase looked down in mock-shame, smirk quickly falling from his features. . Cameron laughed, her little tinkling laugh, and he couldn't help but smile.

"I can't wait," He said, eyes shining, taking Cameron's hand softly in his.

She sighed in contentment, but her eyes snapped open, sparkling with a new determination, a few seconds later.

"Do you think the McGinney's could be the house?" she asked hopefully.

"I think any of the houses we looked at the day could be "the one". I did like the McGinney's though, and it was reasonably priced." Chase pondered, running his hand through his hair.

"Let's get it!" Cameron squealed, practically hopping out of her seat.

"Allison, this isn't just a split second decision, we need to deliberate with our real esta-"

"Oh, you're sucha party pooper!" Cameron interrupted, giggling. She slapped playfully on the arm, dragging him from his seat and tugging him to the car. "Let's go tell them we'll buy it!"

"Al, we really should think this through-" Chase pointed out. Cameron stopped in her tracks, looking down at the pavement. She turned slowly, tears running down her face.

"What's wrong?" Chase asked, stroking her hair, concern heavy in his voice.

"You just don't want to- want to live with me! You don't love me?!" Cameron practically yelled, grabbing the attention of more than a few outdoor diners.

"Honey," Chase assured her softly, "You know I love you more than anything."

Cameron's anger dissolved almost instantaneously, and she collapsed against Chase, sobbing into his shoulder. He looked slightly uncomfortable from all the stares, so dropping a ten on the table, he took Cameron to the car.

As he'd pointed out earlier, dealing with a pregnant woman was a lot harder than it looked.


Hopefully it was okay, and you enjoyed it??
First solid attempt at my own original writing, so don't be too harsh.
Sorry for the shortness, just wanted to set it up.
Plot from here on out is mine.

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Ciao ;)