Disclaimer…None of this is mine.

Author's Note…Ok, I know in the show House checked Cameron's medical records and said that she never took folic acid so she must have never had a baby. I will address this issue in later chapters, as I will with Joe. And loads of thanks to randomname for beta-ing and for giving excellent name suggestions!

"The truth must not only be the truth-
It must also be told."
-Bahais

There he is. Tall and brown-haired and handsome and she's still in love with him. It's been six years but love isn't measured in seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, years. It's measured in golden eras, each one stretching to the next in an eternal chain. And for a while she thought that they had broken that chain; that their links had fallen apart.

But he's smiling at her and she's smiling at him and even though this can't be real it's right. They stand within an arm's width of each other. They're so close it's like they're breathing in each other's air. Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. It's no coincidence that an act that can bring a person back to life is really just kissing.

She stares at him. The opposite of time is death and death defies time and love defies death and all these thoughts are running through her head and all she can do is reach out her hand to touch his arm. And she's so close, so close, after all these years she's still so close to him. She's expecting to feel the familiar soft-dryness that only one person has but all the sudden he's gone. He's gone and she's screaming for him and she's screaming for her baby, her sweet little baby girl, and she's screaming for relief, any kind of relief from this eclipse but none comes, none at all, except the harsh transition from slumber to wakefulness.

Cameron sat straight up in bed. She hasn't had a dream like that for years. Tears streamed down her face as Cameron grabbed the nearest pillow for support. The rough material scratched her face, but she didn't feel it. Sighing, she lay back down and glanced at the clock, which glared 5:06. She eased herself out of bed and stared at the phone. One call is all it would take. The number was in her phone book. One call. One call.

Tonight, she decided. Tonight would be the night.

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".And she just drops this bomb on me, no sympathy, no support, no."

House rolled his eyes at the idiot that was his friend. How could he not realize who Bryan's wife was? House glanced at his watch. He didn't want to deal with this. "Sorry to cut this short. Actually, I'm not, I'm quite happy to end this conversation, but anyway, I'm due at the clinic and I don't want to be late."

"What? You never want to go to the clinic."

"I'm changing my ways. Snotty noses, anxious mothers, and old men needing prostate exams await me!"

"Wait! So you have no idea where I could find this woman?"

"Actually, I have a very good idea. You just don't deserve to hear it."

"What! Why not!"

"You have to be." House let his palm hover a couple inches over Wilson's head. ".This smart to know. Sorry. Maybe next year, kid."

"House!"

"Fine, fine. I'll give you a hint. It'll be like a game. I spy, with my little eye, something that begins with 'C'!"

"Come on."

"Too hard for the wittle boy? Ok, wittle Wilson, we'll twy something easier. Who do you know that lost a husband and possibly a child?"

Wilson rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.

"Ok, who do you know that married someone she knew was going to die?"

Still, nothing except eye-rolling.

"My G/d, Wilson. How did you graduate sixth grade? I feel so bad for your patients. What's this grayish mass in this here X-Ray? Could be a stain, could be a jelly donut. maybe something that starts with a 't'. Ok, who works for me that's not Chase or Foreman? And you have to answer this one. Think really hard, but don't hurt yourself."

"Cameron, but… Cameron. Cameron! No. But. It can't be Cameron. That's impossible. That's ridiculous, that's--"

"I'll leave you to your rambling. Oh, Cuddy!"

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It was just another day in the lab. The team didn't have a case, so Foreman was doing research, Chase was doing the crossword, and Cameron was running gels for a clinic patient of Chase's in exchange for coming up with an excuse to get her out of the room whenever Wilson entered. It was very peaceful and quiet. So, obviously, things were about to go wrong.

Cameron saw Wilson coming even before he burst through the glass doors. She didn't recognize the look on his face, but she certainly knew what it meant. She frantically elbowed Chase. "Think of something, think of something!"

Chase figured out what she was talking about just as Wilson entered. "So, you'll check on that clinic patient for me now?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem." Cameron made a move to run out the doors, but Wilson shocked everyone by almost violently grabbing onto her lab coat.

"No, you don't."

Foreman stood up. He didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like it. "Wilson, it's just a patient that might have a problem that Cameron would be able to solve better than Chase, that's it." His words were calm but his face was fierce.

Wilson ignored him. "Cameron, you knew him."

She nodded while Foreman and Chase exchanged confused glances.

"How?"

Nothing.

"How!"

"I married him." Cameron's voice was soft and meek, and it sounded as if it had holes in it. Like her voice box wasn't strong enough to support the words it was sending.

Dead. Silence.

Dead.

Finally, Foreman spoke. "You were married?"

Wilson brushed the comment off for her. "Ask House."

"But."

"Ask. House." The two men took that as their cue to leave as Wilson and Cameron stared each other down. Finally, Wilson broke. "You could have told me. You could have spared me all this angst, all this heartache, but you didn't say anything. Not one word. And all this time. Cameron, why didn't you just tell me?"

Cameron sniffled as she felt the prickling feeling that came with holding in tears. "I just-I just figured it out a couple days ago. And- and when I tried to tell you that I knew him. when I did tell you that I knew him you just got angry at me. I know that's a stupid and weak reason, but it's the truth. And Wilson, I was scared. I was so scared. I thought all those feelings were gone, that I had moved on, but all it took was to hear his name and… I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry."

Wilson tried not to show any emotion as Cameron sobbed a foot away from him. This was too much. He knew he should leave, but a nagging question kept him rooted to the spot. "Cameron. Cameron, I went to his grave last night. And I read it and- well, now I know he married you, but it said he was a father. He had a kid. But it's… you lost it right? It's dead too?"

Cameron looked up and slowly shook her head. "No. She's alive."

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Cameron stared at the phone as she tightly held the paper which the number was written on in her hand. If she could crush paper, this one would be dust. Dust to dust.

It was a public adoption agency, a state one. She had visitation rights but she had never used them. Not until now.

Carefully, she picked up the phone and began to dial. A cold sweat ran slowly down her forehead, her hand was shaking, and she had misdialed twice before she finally got the right number. It seemed that was what her whole life had been up to this point. Misdials; missteps. Mistakes.

It rang for exactly forty-three seconds before someone picked up, giving Cameron just enough time to doubt this decision. She was only another two seconds away from hanging up. "Hello? My name is Allison Cameron. I would like to know the whereabouts of my daughter. I want to meet her."

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Author's Note. Names! Names! I need names! Put your suggestions in the review please!