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Italics: Cameron's inner thoughts.

Dreams

'Come on Ally. I dare you.'

Her husband smiled at her. With the back of his hand he wiped sweat from him forehead, pushing aside the strands of light brown hair falling into his eyes. He was crouched, bouncing on the toes of his feet, grinning; daring her to take the ball from him as he bounced it between his legs. Cameron loved when he looked this way: hot, sweaty, young and virile.

'Come on Ally,' he teased 'I know you want to. Just try to get it.' He laughed as he dribbled the ball around her, staying near enough to tease. 'Come on,' he chided, 'get the ball and I'll the clean the bathroom for a week.'

Cameron laughed, watching her husband. 'You will huh? Fine.' With a swift move she lunged, trying to snatch the ball away.

'You missed, you missed. Yes. Told ya Ally. I am King of the Dribble.'

Cameron watched the ball bounce, calculating the right moment. She glanced up into her husband's large brown eyes, noting the mischief shining through them. She leapt, grabbing for the ball.

'You're not even trying.' He bounced behind her, swishing the ball from arm to arm. 'Tell ya'wha, you get the ball, I'll do all the laundry for a month and clean the bathroom.' He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at her. 'Ready?'

'I have a head ache. I don't want to play anymore.' The sun was bright and falling across her face. Raising her hand, she tried to block out some of the light.

'Did you hear me?'

Cameron turned to her husband. He wasn't smiling anymore and there was concern etched into his face.

'Allison, did you hear me?'

She smiled at him. He was so young and handsome, the ravages of the tumor not showing as of yet. He stood looking at her, with the ball tucked under his arm.

'I have to go to the hospital.'

Cameron blinked, 'No! You're still healthy. It isn't time yet. You don't get ill till later. We still have time!.'

Her husband moved in front of her, blocking the sun from her face. Setting down his helmet, he took her hand in his. 'What happened to the ball?'

'The ogre is making me come to the clinic, but I won't be long.' With his free hand, her husband gently ran his fingers through her hair.

'How long?' She didn't want him to go, the last time he went, he never returned.

' 'couple of hours, maybe. Will you be alright on your own?'

Cameron looked deep into his blue eyes and frowned. 'Brown, her husband's eyes were brown. Why are they blue?'

'Do you want me to call Jimmy?'

'You mean Joe.' Cameron spoke in a whisper. Her throat hurt and her head was throbbing.

'Who's Joe?' There was consternation in his voice; the fingers stroking her hair hesitating for a moment. What do you mean who's Joe? He's your best friend, and I love him. I held on to him while you were dying. 'If you want a female presence, I could probably blackmail Cuddy into staying with you.'

Cameron didn't answer. Her husband smiled encouragingly at her, his fingers resuming their gentle stroking of her hair. 'Just stay in bed, and I'll be back as soon as I can.' Leaning down, he tenderly kissed her before whispering. 'Now you're awake, did you notice I changed the sheets?'

'You need to shave,' mumbled Cameron. She always loved how smooth, young, and firm her husband's skin was. He smelled different too.

'Shave?' He blinked in surprise. 'I guess I can if you really wanted me to? Huh, wasn't expecting that one.'

Picking up his helmet for his motorcycle (where did that damn ball go and when did you start riding a motorcycle?) he moved to leave, but Cameron stayed him holding tightly to his hand. 'Don't. Please?'

Gently, he disconnected himself from her, 'I'll just run in, make an excuse and be right back. You aren't even going to know I'm gone.'

Know you're gone? How do I NOT know you're gone! Do you know how much I miss you? How much I still need you?

He leaned in to kiss her again, but she stopped him before he could. She searched his eyes which were questioning her. 'Do you know how lonely I've been since you died?'

A first he looked shocked, and then a deep sadness fell over his face. 'Yes Allison…I know.' Bending closer he brushed his lips against her ear before whispering, 'I love you.'

Pulling back, he quickly rose, leaving her. Without his form blocking the light, the sun once again shone brightly on her face, hurting her eyes. Pulling the blanket over her head, Cameron blocked out the light.

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Question: Does anyone know what the husband's name actually is? Some how I almost think it was Matthew, maybe? Really don't know.