A/N: Greetings! Welcome to my next House story. Hopefully this'll be more than the usual one shot. Ideas are welcome and reviews are love. And you should know by now that I don't own this, 'cause if I did House and Cameron would have gotten together long ago. And the wombat would be off with a nurse or something... That is all.

House paced restlessly in Wilson's office on the brink of an emotional meltdown and a t a complete loss. He and Cameron in the six months after their wedding had been actively trying to have a baby. They had been lucky and had conceived within three months, but due to unforeseen circumstances Cameron had miscarried last week; she was two and a half almost three months pregnant. Both she and House were in a bad way, and totally unresponsive to any attempts at consolation or pity. Cameron only seemed to see everything that had to do with babies from clothing to parents with their children, while House on the other hand was haunted by Cameron's pain filled face just after the doctor had told her she had miscarried. Looking back to Wilson, House slumped dejectedly against the cool leather of Wilson's couch.

"I don't know what to do Wilson. All I keep seeing is Allison's face right after Slade gave us the news, and it's killing me." House admitted, defeat in his voice.

Wilson could only nod sympathetically; he could only imagine what his best friend and wife were going through.

"How is Allison holding up?" Wilson asked softly.

"I don't even know," House admitted sadly. "She won't look at me, barley talks to me, wouldn't dream of letting me touch for any extended amount of time. She's shut herself up at home usually in our room, completely detached from…everything." Pausing House suddenly exploded.

"Damn it James! She took my last name; she doesn't need to be taking on my personality too! And what kind of husband am I? Can't even protect my own wife let alone talk to her."

Sitting back Wilson let his friend vent, finally letting go of everything that had been bothering him over the past week.

"Well it's been in my experience that moments like these define us. Who we are and what we believe in, and that sometimes it's better to take each day as it comes, not take it all at once. Especially when people whom we have connected with or have connected to us are involved as well. You and Allison have connected on so many levels that it would be better to draw strength from one another, rather than pull apart. So tell me, how you are going to define yourself, not only for Allison but for the child you lost." Wilson asked in his seemingly infinite knowledge.

"You're psychoanalyzing me again." House grumbled half-heartedly.

"Thanks Jimmy." House said hesitantly over his shoulder, as he made his way to the door after a few minuets of silence.

Wilson nodded his acknowledgement while watching his friend make his way to the elevators, hoping the man was headed home to comfort his wife.

Back at the house her and House, or Greg, as he had become, bought weeks before the wedding, Cameron was curled up on the sofa staring lifelessly at the TV. She had been so happy the past few month, her life was perfect, a baby with Greg, a house, a growing career and a happy marriage, her dream come true. All of it falling into place in months, opposed to years, they were blessed, and she knew it. But, it all came tumbling down, and it had broken her heart. With a sad sigh, Cameron made her way to the kitchen, absorbed in her thoughts, never hearing Greg come in.

Silently House dropped his keys and bag by the door, catching Cameron make her way into the kitchen. It looked as if she had been crying again, and the desperation behind those tears weighed heavy on House's heart. The strongest woman he knew was lost in her own despair. Coming up behind her, House kissed her neck softly, his arms wrapping around her waist. Holding Cameron close, House buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Cameron who could recently only handle so much physical contact began to struggle after a few minuets. It just hurt too much knowing that she would never be able to pass on this kind of warmth and loving to her child.

House quickly turned Cameron around to better keep at bay her flying fists. Pulling her body flush against his, House kissed her, forcing her to feel human contact. After a few moments, House pulled away from a subdued Cameron.

"Baby, baby, baby, I'm so sorry." House crooned as Cameron started to cry. If there was one thing the brilliant doctor couldn't stand was the sight of his wife crying.

"Allison, baby, please, don't cry. I know I shouldn't have left you to deal with this by yourself, but I just didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry, Allison," running his fingers through Cameron's hair. Gently House guided Cameron back to the living room, settling the both of them on the couch. Pulling her close House tried to comfort Cameron as best he could, rubbing her back, caressing her face, whispering sweet nothings to her. It was all he could do at this point.

Cameron turned towards House after a few minuets, her eyes shining a vibrant green from the tears. Slowly she moved so that she was straddling House's lap, leaning down she kissed House tenderly.

With a soft sigh she hesitated before saying, "We all make choices Greg, mine was to withdraw. I shouldn't have, I know that but I just couldn't handle it all. All those looks of pity, the soft voices, apologies, everyone was treating me like a china doll and it was killing me. Did I really need to be reminded on a constant basis that I had just lost my child?! So I pulled away from everything, especially you."

Slowly House wrapped his arms around Cameron's waist, his eyes asking for permission. At her nod, he pulled her closer, her body flush against his.

"I know Allison, I do, but I did the same thing. I should have fought for us, as you always have. I'll look after you." House said in all seriousness.

Studying her husband closely Cameron nodded, the beginnings of a smile on her lips.

"Ok," Cameron said simply, a habit picked up from her husband.

"Ok?" House questioned unnerved by her easy acceptance.

"Ok." Cameron repeated. "But only if you let me fight too…I know how hard this was for me, but you lost a child too. I can't ignore that, like I was." She added hesitantly.

House nodded slowly a smile spreading on his lips, a more common occurrence since he and Cameron had gotten together.

"It's you and me babe." He said, reaching up to caress Cameron's cheek.

Cameron smiled, the first time in what felt like ages before leaning down to kiss House. She needed this now, something, someone to fight for. Then maybe it time they could try again for a baby. A baby, with her curls and his eyes, she could see it.