ch2
disclaimer: If i owned it, House and Cameron would be together by now
sojuske:Thanks so much for the advice, I have written in a long time so I'm really rusty.
Steph: The fact that they never met will be a part of the plot(I just have to figure out all the dramatic and juicy details)
j8h: Thanx for the support
GabbyAbbey: Thanx and I'll keep your suggestions in mind
on with the story...
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"So this is my apartment. I've got a trundle bed so for now you don't have to sleep on the couch." Cameron said as she maneuvered her way
into the tiny flat. "In a few days I'll black mail some guys I know into helping us move more of your stuff here." She set Rowans things next to the
couch. Rowan shrugged and sat down. "Do you want to tell me about what happened?"
"Why didn't I ever meet you before?" Cameron sighed and sat down next to Rowan.
"When your mom and I were still in college our mom got really sick. She wanted us to come home. Jessie left school, I stayed."
"Why."
"I never got along with your grandparents, we had different ideals."
"What are ideals?"
"Ideals are things you believe in or how you think the world should be."
"Oh"
They sat in silence for a few minutes until it became awkward. "So what about you? What do you like to do?"
Rowan leaned back and cocked her head to the side. Good God, she looks just like Jessie. "I just started playing violin. And learning to
read. I like Shel Silverstien. He's got funny poems that I can read."
"You can read already?"
"Just a little. I was ahead of my class."
"I might have a few books by Silverstien. I look tomorrow. Do you have a violin?" Cameron was relieved, she was worried she wouldn't be
able to get Rowan to open up.
"Yeah. I'm really tired. Could we go to bed now?" Rowan yawned but it looked fake to Cameron. She's closing up again. Oh well, I guess
she'll talk when she's ready.
"Sure sugarpie. Why don't you watch cartoons while I set up your bed?" Rowan nodded and grabbed the remote.
Cameron walk to the hallway to get some sheet's when the doorbell rang. What now? She walked over to the door but apparently not fast
enough because now the visitor was banging on the door with what sounded like a stout wooden stick.
"Cameron! I know your in there, open up!"
Rowan looked at her aunt curiously. "Don't worry Rowan. My boss is just psycho. That's all." Rowan nodded slowly then turned back to the
television. Cameron opened the door to find her House, Chase, and Foreman looking at her expectantly. "To what do I owe the pleasure boys?"
Foreman spoke up from behind House "Where were you? Cuddy said you had a family emergency and-" Rowan had gotten up from the
couch and was peaking around Cameron to get a better look at the visitors. "Who's this?"
Cameron faltered. She had hoped she wouldn't have to deal with questions until later. "This is my niece, Rowan." Seeing that the group
was looking for more of an explanation she shooed Rowan back to the couch and stepped outside to tell them what was going on. "My sister
died and I have custody of Rowan."
"Where's the dad?" House asked bluntly.
Cameron shifted akwardly. "I haven't been in touch for a while so I don't exactly know what the story is..."
"Anything we can do to help?" Super Chase to the rescue. Cameron instantly brightened.
"YES. My sisters apartment still has all their stuff in it and I was hoping that after I sort through it all you guys could help me move
furniture." Chase and Foreman instantly gave their consent but House thumped his cane meaningfully. "And House can hobble around telling
people what to do." House nodded imperiously and stalked off with all the pomp and drama of a Broadway actor.
"Well we better get going too. See you this weekend?"
"Yeah, seven on Sunday." Chase and Foreman jogged to catch up with House and Cameron went back inside to find Rowan fast asleep
on the couch. Not wanting to wake her, she turned off the TV and covered her with a quilt.
"Aunt Ally?" Rowan whispered.
"Yeah sweetheart?"
"I don't think my mommy killed herself." Cameron didn't know what to say. She hadn't seen Jessie in so long and the cop hadn't told her
any of the details.
"Try not to worry about it for now. We can talk in the morning." Cameron smoothed back her niece's hair and kissed her on the forehead.