A/N: There is no excuse for such a long delay. And I had to reread my own story to be able to post this. But please forgive me for being SO late.

Thank you very, very, very much for your comments, I appreciate any kind of feedback very much!

And as always many thanks to the beta-reader of this chapter - ChibiTomoyo !

Two weeks later.

Being confronted by a pregnant Cameron was more than House could take.

"I need to know." She repeated stubbornly.

"Believe me, there are things that are better not known." House said ignoring her. He opened his drawer pretending to be looking for something.

"Look, if it's nothing, as you're saying, why can't you tell me?"

"Chase asked me not to."

"Chase is an idiot!"

"That's my line."

"House! I have the right to know! I saw him with her at the campus cafe! He was holding her hand and he was..." Cameron couldn't find the right words, "He was so gentle. Who the hell is she?"

"A friend." House answered simply.

"Do you know her?"

"I met her."

"Please tell me what's going on?"

"Why don't you ask Chase?"

She looked at him with disbelief. Chase would never say anything. Besides she already tried and he said nothing.

"Cameron, I won't tell you anything. It's none of my business."

"It is mine business! He is my husband!"

"Then go and talk to him!" House's firm tone indicated that he wasn't going to discuss it any further.

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One look at Cameron and it was obvious that she talked to House and House gave in. It was hard to stand up to a pregnant woman, and pregnant Cameron was even harder.

"I assume House satisfied your curiosity." Chase was lying on the couch, reading a medical journal. He briefly glanced at her before going back to his book.

"Chase..." She was standing at the doorway, afraid to step inside. Chase could be so cold when he wanted to be, "I'm sorry..."

"Don't." He cut her off, pretending not to care.

But she had learned his body language so well. She came closer and stood before him.

"Please, Chase, I'm sorry! I didn't know! What the hell did you want me to think?"

He took his time to put away his journal and sat a little bit more straight.

"I want you to trust me."

He was right. She averted her eyes at first, but the best defense was attack.

"Do you trust me?" She asked instead of answering.

It was his turn to look away. He said nothing.

"You never trusted me!" Cameron said bitterly.

"I never gave you a reason not to trust me."

"And did I?"

"Yes, Cameron, you did."

"How many times, I have to say it? I'm over him!"

Chase was silent, he couldn't get rid of the feeling, that if that didn't happen to him, she wouldn't be here with him right now.

She knelt at the foot of the couch, adjusting her already big stomach to sit more comfortably. She took his hand, but he didn't even look at her.

"I'm sorry, Chase, I really am. I just... I know I shouldn't push... And House didn't tell me anything."

Chase looked up for an answer.

"It was Cuddy. House told her about Heather. And she had no choice but tell me after she saw how hysterical I was about it. She shouldn't have tell me, I know, but... I'm sorry. And I'm sorry that ever happened to her."

Chase was silent. He was staring at the medical journal spread on his lap. He was thinking about Heather, what she had been through. Last time he talked to her, she was very down and he was alarmed after he listened to her thoughts. He was afraid she would harm herself. He knew that he couldn't help her anymore and she would need to speak to professionals, but didn't know how to persuade her to do it. She desperately wanted to keep it a secret and he didn't have anyone he could trust with this. Even House and Cuddy couldn't keep their mouths shut. Suddenly Wilson came to his mind. He was someone who could help, someone Chase could trust.

Chase felt Cameron's hand on his own. He looked at her. He could see a deep regret and guilt in her eyes and he didn't want her to punish herself much longer. He got off the couch and joined her on the floor. He cupped her face and kissed her gently on her lips.

"I'm sorry too." He breathed to her. "I should have told you."

She smiled and kissed back running her hand through his soft hair. Tears were glistering in her blue eyes, threatening to fall. She was always an emotional person, when she got pregnant it got even worse. She felt sorry for Heather, but her heart broke to think what Chase had been through. She tried really hard not to think about it, but in the moments like this she couldn't help it. She couldn't pretend not to see scars on his handsome face. She ran her finger gently along one of them.

Chase caught her hand when he felt her finger touch his face and brought her hand to his lips. He knew what she was thinking right now and he desperately wanted her to forget, to pretend that nothing ever happened to him.

"Why don't you trust me?" She asked him bitterly. He never told her anything about his prison time. Actually he never told anyone, but she was hoping that they were close enough for him to open up to her.

Chase didn't answer, he was massaging her hand, kissing it softly.

"Please... You have to tell me... I want to know... I want to know what they did to you." She raised his head with her other hand to make him look at her.

"There nothing to tell, baby. Nothing..." He said gently and resumed his kissing.

Cameron couldn't hold her tears anymore.

"You don't love me!" She stated suddenly.

He looked at her amazed.

"You can't love if you can't trust! You protect me like I'm a crystal doll or something, but it's not love!"

Chase could feel his heart ache at her words. But he said nothing to his defense, waiting for her to finish her rant.

"Why are you so closed? Why can't you trust people? Not everybody is like your father or mother! People can care about you!" Cameron angrily got up, wishing she could be more graceful in her current position.

Chase was just staring at her bewildered. Now he really didn't know what to say. He didn't want to offend her anyway and was blaming everything on her pregnancy.

She looked at him one last time and went to their bedroom, shutting the door behind her with unnecessary force.

Chase got up and reluctantly went after her. When he tried to open the door he found it locked.

"Cameron." He called her name loud enough for her to hear, but kept his voice gentle. "Cam, please... I... I'll tell you anything you want to hear... I promise..." He didn't know how he was going to do it, because he wasn't going to tell her anything about his experience, not while she was still pregnant for sure.

He could hear her weep at the other side of the door.

"Cam, I'm sorry... I trust you... I trust you more than anybody!"

"Don't lie to me!" Cameron voice was braking. "The only one you do trust is House, not me!"

Chase breathed out loudly. She was right.

"I'm sorry, baby... I'll do whatever you say... Please open the door... Please..."

She didn't and suddenly Chase started to worry. What if she would go in labor and he would be on the other side, unable to open that damn door.

"Cam! Just open the door and then we can talk."

Again there was no answer.

"Cameron! If you won't open it, I'm going to break through!"

There was no sound and just about the time when he was going to kick the door open he heard the faint click of the lock on the other side.

He carefully turned the doorknob and opened the door. Cameron already returned to the bed and was lying on her side, burring her face in the pillow.

He approached the bed and sat on the edge. He gently run his hand through her hair and was relived when she didn't move away from his touch.

"I'm sorry... I love you... I love so much... I was so afraid that they could... that they could..." Now his own emotions didn't let him make a coherent conversation. "Believe me, you don't want to know what happened there."

She looked up at him with disbelief. "God, you sound just like House!" She could see it so clearly now. They were very much alike, their way of thinking, their closed nature, their jerkiness, their well hidden kindness, their bright minds. It was no wonder now that she fell in love with both of them. If only she could have seen it in Chase earlier she wouldn't bother with House.

"I love you too..." She whispered wiping tears from her eyes.

"You love me because I sound like House?" Chase asked with a smile on his face.

"No I love you because of you..." She leaned forward for a kiss, forgetting what had caused her outburst.