Okay, firstly I must say I am very embarrassed. I got an anonymous review from someone called 'just lobe' that brought a massive oversight on my part. I do know that Chase has a predominantly Australian accent but in an episode (don't ask me which because I can't remember) a patient picks up on the English twang I have always noticed and he confirms that he spent a while in England. I was just making Martha pick up on it as well, I didn't realise some of you didn't notice it. I'm sorry.

Secondly... WOW! The amount of feedback I've got is fantastic and I must say it has defiantly spurred me on. I've had this idea since I was 11 or 12 when I was watching the re runs of season 3 which is why I have used the old team and not anybody else, so thank you for all the feedback, followers and favrouters that have given me the confidence to carry on.

And after that novel on with the story...

Martha's mood had lifted considerably after everyone had found out her secret, Foreman had stalked out to go and help Chase but her and Cameron had stayed in the communal area tidying up seeing as there would hopefully be no more all nighters on this case. Cameron considered herself a very strong woman; she had lost her husband to a terrible disease that had taken him painfully, slowly and stolen the rest of her fairytale life away from her in the process. Not a word was spoken for a long time as each person swept around the room like a cleaning tornado as they threw various pieces of rubbish in the bin and stacked the files on Cameron's desk to report on. Enveloping them comfortably, the silence seemed to stretch on forever, banishing the melancholic atmosphere Martha seemed to carry around with her. Something about Martha made Cameron trust her, want to open up and try to help.

"My husband died. Last year. We'd only been married 6 months and he died of thyroid cancer that metastasized to his brain. I knew he was terminal when I walked down the aisle. Heck I knew he was terminal when I first met him and it hurt so much when he died. I don't know what I thought, that I could fix him? He was terminal and I was a doctor, I should have even entertained the notion he might have lived but I did and I don't know what I was thinking-" she cut off when an unintentional sob escaped her mouth and a few rough tears managed to fall. Martha turned round and shushed her softly; Cameron had the grace to look ashamed. She had set out to try and comfort this silent, endearing girl but instead had turned the tables and Martha was the one comforting her. Not with words but with a dazzling smile that made the sun look dull.

"I'm sorry" Cameron blurted out "I was trying to comfort you but instead I've burst into tears"

"You have helped" she replied gently. Her voice was just the right side of sympathetic, she understood. She understood the blind rage that was linked with pity. "You've showed me it's not over. That life will carry on, even if I don't want it to" and she smiled again, not the same 100 mega watt grin, but a soft, sad smile that Cameron recognized and she mimicked it. She was thinking about her mum, and Cameron was thinking about her husband, smiling because of all the happiness they had, but sad because they would never find that unique flavour of happiness again.

Martha's eyes darted towards house's adjoining office, her smile slid away and she swore quietly under her breathe. "Cuddy's here." She explained as she darted toward the door "see you" She whispered as she swept out of the room, jogging in the opposite direction. Cameron just let out a single breathy chuckle whilst shaking her head. That girl is something else she thought before getting back to her paperwork.

Martha found herself in the chapel, its soft hush surrounded her the instant she let the door click closed behind her and she sunk down into the back pew gratefully; trying to draw some answers from her life. But instead of praying she sang faintly "I should be crying, but I just can't let it show. I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking, of all the things I should've said, that I never said. All the things we should've done, that we never did. All the things I should've given, but I didn't. Oh, darling, make it go, make it go away. Give me these moments back. Give them back to me. Give me that little kiss. Give me your hand."

She carried on singing as she made her way to the table of candles and carried on still as she lit one for her mother and yet another for Cameron's husband. She carried on lighting and lighting until every candle held a tiny flame that, when combined with all the other flames, made the table look as if it was ablaze with hope and love. Martha then turned her back on the table and left it shining as bright as a beacon as she flipped the lights off on her way out, the entire chapel only lit by the comforting glow of so many tiny wishes. Still the two firstly lit lights seemed to glow the brightest, almost holding the soul of the people they had lost.

It's quite a short chapter but I just wanted to establish the relationship between Cameron and Martha, I always set out for them to connect to each other on a deeper level because they had both lost someone who meant the world to them. Please listen to the song I quoted in here 'This Woman's Work' by Kate Bush. It's beautiful. As always, please review!