Disclaimer…All I own here are Libby and Harrison. Libby is awesome to own, but Harrison…meh, he's ok. But no House.

Author's Note…Ok, this is the second chapter I have worked on today and it is for this reason:

COffeAddict86... Thank you soooooooo much for that insane review! I was so happy, I was grinning from ear to ear. Seriously, wow! That really made my day. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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House smiled and opened his arms wide as Cameron flew into them. She kissed him ever-so gently on his cheek and smiled. That smile was…angelic. He was so happy. She whispered something in his ear, but it was so quiet, he couldn't hear. He kept asking her to speak up but he suddenly didn't have a voice. Finally, she spoke loud enough so that he could hear her. "You're doing a great job." House blinked. "A great job on what? Allison? Allison? Please?" House was crying, he had to know so badly. He needed to know, he didn't know what would happen if he didn't, just that it wouldn't be good. But it was too late; Cameron kissed him so tenderly, so softly on his lips that he raised his hand to his mouth to make sure it had really happened. But even as he did so, he could see her slipping away. House was sobbing now; he knew he was about to lose her. The color in her cheeks was fading; her eyes were getting hollow…but wait! The color slowly returned but…it wasn't Allison. It was another girl, even more beautiful hen Allison…it was Libby. A strange euphoria suddenly gripped House, he didn't know if he would ever get out of its grasp. But then, Libby started to fade too. House's arms were flailing wildly, trying to grab onto her, and everything was shaking and dark and suddenly…

"Dad! Dad! Dad, wake up!"

House snapped up and opened his eyes wide and found his little daughter out of her hospital bed, one small hand holding on to his arms. Her crystal blue eyes shone with fear, but she spoke sensitively.

"Dad, are you ok?"

House gave his head a wag, to clear away his thoughts. "Yeah baby, I'm fine. I'm fine."

"You had a nightmare."

"No I didn't. Really sweetie, I'm fine."

"No, no you're not." Libby put herself on House's lap and hugged him. She spoke softly. "Everyone has dreams. Everyone has nightmares too. It's ok."

Even as House heard these words, he couldn't believe they were coming from the mouth of a girl younger than four years old. She was amazing. She was perfect. She was his. She smiled up at him.

"You know what I'm going to do for you?"

House smiled. He loved her games that she made up. "What are you going to do for me Libby?"

"I'm going to do for you what you do for me when I have a bad dream."

House was only partly-playing along now. He cocked his head. "What's that?"

"You can sleep in my bed, here, at the hospital. I'm thirsty, so I'll get us some nice milk. And Nurse Cathy, she's so nice Dad, she said that whenever she's working the night shift and I need something, I can always go to her. I've been here for two weeks and I haven't done that yet, but I will now. So, get comfortable. Do you want to watch a movie?"

House gaped at her. Libby was perhaps the sweetest and most generous kid around, maybe even person around. "No, no, no, no, no! I'm not going to sleep in your hospital bed!"

Libby giggled. "I wouldn't even hear of you sleeping anywhere else! Besides, you've been sleeping in that chair for the last two weeks. It's hurting your leg. And then you'll be on one floor, and I'll be on the other, we won't be able to visit each other, and Aunt Lisa would go crazy with two Houses in the hospital. Oh, the havoc we would wreak." House smiled; Libby was quoting him.

And with that, Libby got up and walked off into the hallway in search of a movie, some warm milk, and some cookies. House lay down and stared at the ceiling. No wonder Allison was an atheist. What kind of god would make a girl like Libby suffer?

Ten minutes later, Libby came back with a whole cart full of nighttime goodies that the nurses kept in the Oncology Lounge. House looked from the cart to his daughter in awe. "How did you get this?"

"Nurse Cathy, duh!"

"All of this?"

"Yeah, but I left some stuff for Uncle Jimmy too." She hopped up onto the bed with House and sat Indian Style, offered him a cookie (which he accepted) then took a small one for herself and chatted happily.

"Oh, Dad, did I tell you that I got a visit from Uncle Jimmy's new girlfriend yesterday?"

House was intrigued. He hadn't even met Wilson's new girlfriend.

"Really?"

"Yes. Her name is Samantha, and she is a very nice lady. But she seemed kind of…nervous around me."

"I bet it's because she knew you were so important to Uncle Jimmy."

"Nope. I'm pretty sure it was because she gets scared by sick people."

House was definitely interested. "Then what is she doing dating an oncologist?"

"I don't know. I wanted to ask her, but I didn't. I didn't want to be rude, like some people I know whose names I don't remember."

House let out a laugh. When had his daughter gotten so…much like him?

"Haha Dad, but you know that I'm just joking and that I love you."

Then again, she was so much like her mother, too.

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Wilson walked into to Libby's hospital room the next morning to find Libby gone and House asleep in her bed. Wilson smiled; Cuddy and Wilson had been trying for two weeks to get House to sleep in his own bed at home, but this was a nice compromise. Except for Libby.

House rolled over but remained asleep. For a fleeting moment, Wilson considered fixing the blanket, but decided against it. He looks so peaceful and…nice when he's sleeping.

"Uncle Jimmy?" A soft voice shook Wilson out of his thoughts. He turned around and kneeled down so he was eye-to-eye with the little girl at the threshold.

"Hey, Libby." He gestured towards House. "Howdja sleep?"

Libby giggled. "Fine."

"Did you eat breakfast yet?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

Wilson sighed. "Libs, you got to eat to keep your strength up so you don't get another infection like last time."

Libby looked faintly annoyed and a little pale. "I'm not hungry. Can I just have something small?"

"Deal. But you got to have a big lunch than, ok?"

Libby grinned. "Uncle Jimmy, you can't do that! You can't say deal then add something to it! That's cheating!"

"I'm a doctor. I've got privileges. You should have this conversation with your dad though. He knows a lot about cheating."

"Yeah, yeah." Suddenly, Libby went pale again.

"Libby? You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm…I'm fine. Just got a little…a little…" But Libby didn't get to finish; her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted.

Wilson began shouting out directions to the surrounding nurses and almost immediately had Libby hooked up to an IV. He looked up for a second, and found House was on his knees, right next to them. When did he wake up?

Within a few minutes, Libby was awake and stabilized, but it still went down as one of the scariest moments in House's life. The list was getting longer and longer.

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After an hour, the team was able to deduce that Libby simply needed stronger antibiotics and started her on them immediately. After seven hours of constant watch, Libby finally convinced House and Wilson to leave. Two hours after this, Libby suddenly realized something was happening to her. She fought the urge to scream and instead left the room, IV in tow, to find Cuddy.

15 minutes later Libby wound up in Cuddy's office, where she was doing paperwork. Libby spoke in a very soft voice. "Dr. Cuddy?"

Cuddy's head snapped up and she gasped. "Oh my gosh Libby, you scared me! What's up?"

Tears began to roll down Libby's face. "I…I need you to…I need you to help me. Please."

Cuddy smiled. "Of course, sweetie, anything. What do you need me to do."

Libby walked over to her and handed her a brush. "I need you to brush my hair."

The boa that had been constricting Cuddy's heart since Libby had been diagnosed squeezed twice as hard. She understood what was going on and gingerly turned the brush in her hands. Stay strong Lisa, this is so much harder for her than it is for you.

She began to brush, first on the bottom, and moving her way up. Her locks were so soft. And just as slowly as she brushed, the hair fell off Libby's head and onto the ground in a big pile of strawberry-blonde curls and tears.

Author's Note…Awww that was sad. Ok, please please please review! Thank you!