A small toddler begged her mother to show the buddle she held in her arms.

"Honey, stop it" The mother giggled.

"Here, here" She said, lowering her self to the toddlers level.

"Alison, I want you to meet your new sister, Ashley."

Little Alison Cameron looked down on the wiggling new born, blonde tuffs of hair already poking through. Alison looked, with her calm sea-green eyes, into Ashley's crystal blue eyes, never could she know what pain and heartache little Ashley Cameron was about to bring.

-

"ASSSHIE!" Screamed Alison, now six, as she ran after her three year old sister, Ashley. The smaller girl giggled with glee, crystal blue eyes sparkling, perfect golden curls bouncing behind her. She ran to her father, a stern lawyer type, for safety.

He scooped the little girl up, and then looked down at Alison disapprovingly as she entered the study.

"What is the meaning of this young lady?" He demanded.

"Ashley stole Delilah" She spoke softly.

He raised his eyebrows.

"Sir! She stole my toy pony, sir," She repeated.

"Come now Alison, she is only three years old. I'm sure she only wanted to play with it…" He said sternly.

"Isn't that right Ashley?" He questioned. The girl nodded exaggeratedly.

"See…" He finished.

Alison knew it was bad to talk back, but she hated Ashley. She hated how everyone loooved Ashley, bought her the best presents, never yelled her. And most of all, she hated how her father loved Ashley more.

"But it's not fair! Ashie gets allll my toys and she did steal it, Delilah is mine!" Alison shouted at her father, anger boiling over.

And Alison's father's temper grew. He sat Ashley down and snatched Alison, sitting down he laid her across his knee and he whacked her so hard across the backside that Alison screamed then wailed in surprise and pain. He did it once more before releasing her. She crumbled onto the ground and sobbed into her knees.

"Alison Jennet Cameron, I've told you once and I tell you a million times, never you talk back to me!" He shouted.

Alison's mother peeped through the door nervously.

"I'll take her now George" She said quietly.

He eyed his daughter, crumpled on the ground sobbing once more with disgust.

"Yes, please take her away. You should teach your daughter some manners" He snapped and turned to face Ashley. She looked frightened and sad.

"Oh come her Ashley" He said quieter, crouching to her level.

"Alison was being a naughty young lady, she needed to be punished. But don't worry my little angel" he said, kissing her on the forehead. "I'll never have to punish you. "You can take them now Annett, I need to work" He said, eyeing his wife.

"Yes George. Come on Ashley" She said, so quiet and softly. She scooped Alison up, leading Ashley to her room.

"Try getting ready for bed your self tonight honey" She smiled. Ashley nodded in response and went to get her PJ's from under her pillow. Annett quietly shut the door and took Alison to her room. She gave out a rugged sigh as she laid Alison down. She wiped the tears for her daughter's eye. She loved bother her daughter's the same, as any parent should. But her husband, George thought other wise. Through both pregnancies he was hoping for a boy, he was just as happy when Ashley came along. Crystal blue eyes and perfect golden hair like his own, he said "This girl will go somewhere… but Alison, dull green eyes, a dull brain will end only in one place… the unemployment line. And don't you think she's looking a little fat?" she remember him talking to one of his colleagues from work on the phone just yesterday.

"Why does he hate me?" questioned Alison, cutting through her thoughts.

"Oh, he doesn't hate you… he just has a different way of showing his love" She said quietly, not looking at her.

Alison studied her mother. She had the same colored eyes and hair, same slight tanned look about them. The only difference was Alison wasn't afraid to speak her mind and stand up for what she believed, even if it meant battling her father. Her mother on the other hand was quiet, like a mouse. She would cower in the corner while he smacked her, yelled at her. She would say nothing but look away when he told her off for wearing particular cloths or feeding the girls sweets.

But she loved her mother and she knew her mother loved her back… even if Ashley and her father didn't.

She sat up and hugged her mother, who hugged her back in return. She looked down on Alison and smiled.

"Never listen to what your father says. You will be a beautiful and strong young woman one day… you just keep standing up for what you believe and never let anyone else tell you otherwise. Don't let anyone change you Alison, I know you're strong, stronger than me… I know you can do it," She whispered, kissing her on the forehead.

"You get ready for bed ok" She finished, getting up and walking out the door. Though Alison didn't fully understand her mother's words, she knew it had to mean be better the Ashley.

Later on that night, Ashley crept out of her room, clutching the palomino horse toy called Delilah. She stopped in front of her sister's room and glanced around before placing the toy at the door and toddling off to bed.

-

"Please Alli, I love it. Cant I just were it for today?" Begged Ashley now 9 years old.

12 year Alison sighed. "For the one-hundredth time, NO! You'll just lose it," She snapped at her too perfect sister as the trudged through the woods. They weren't aloud to go through the woods but it was a short cut to school.

She still had curly golden hair, stunning blue eyes. The type of little girl the grannies stopped to oooo and ahhh at, and then give them candy. Alison was pretty too, so her mother told her. Soft, wavy chocolate brown hair and calm-sea green eyes that made her look welcoming and strong but today they were flashing with anger, like the sea during a storm.

"I'll tell daddy where it really came from…" Ashley smirked. Alison stopped dead and spun around.

"You wouldn't dare!" She snapped, fiddling with the fake emerald ring on her finger, a gift for her current and first boy friend.

"Oh I would" She gave an evil grin "And I might even add what you and Greg were doing behind the bike shed…"

-

At this point Wilson snorted tea all over the table.

"I'm sorry," He spluttered. "But your first boyfriend was Greg?"

"Oh shut up, it was a different Greg…" She snapped.

"Tell me Alli, how old was the Greg?" Chase asked, seeing where Wilson was going with this.

"14 smart ass… back to the story" she said sternly.

-

Alison gasped, "You saw, oh my god, I hate you Ashley Ann Cameron! Fine, if you want to wear the ring here…" She took it off and threw it on the ground at her sister's feet.

"I want it back when get to your school" She huffed, walking off.

Ashley smiled with glee, before putting the ring on and running after Alison.

When they got to Ashley's school, Alison spun around and held out her hand. Ashley sighed and went to pull the ring off her hand when she let out a little gasp, looking up at Alison in horror.

"Oh you didn't… I hate you, you stupid little bitch!" She shouted before running towards her school. The bell rang for Ashley's school but she looked towards the woods, then back at Alison's school before sneaking back into the woods.

-

"Alison Cameron" Called the teacher with a smile "100 yet again, so you stay at the top of the class with 40 stars"

Alison flashed a small smile around the class as she went to collect the science test.

"Wont your parents be pleased" The teach beamed. Alison lost her smile, if only for a minute as the thought came. Her father made his mind up long ago Alison was dumb and wouldn't hear anything otherwise. But her mother, her beautiful mother would smile like the world would never end and stick the tests around her office at her office in town.

Alison realized the teacher was looking at with a slight look of concern. For half a year now, Ms. Fitsgeral had been teaching young Alison Cameron, more had the pleasure. She was one of the most hard working, brightest student she had seen in her 10 years of teaching. However she noticed her grade were slipping a little and she could see Alison slipping for the top if she wasn't encouraged enough.

Alison smiled yet again. "My mother will be pleased" And sat back at her desk. Moments later the principle and a police officer walked in and spoke to Ms. Fitsgeral before coming to Alison.

"Hi Alison, this is Sergeant Walker. Your sister Ashley never made it to school today and we were wondering were she could have gone and why?" Her principle questioned.

Something gripped Alison's stomach and she groan.

"Is everything ok Ms. Cameron?" The police officer asked.

"Can I please go out side for a moment?" She asked hunched over.

The officer nodded and she slowly walked out of the room. When she got outside she bolted to the woods.

-

"ASHLEY!" Alison screamed out at the top of her lungs. If anything had happened to her, her father would kill Alison.

She stumbled over rocks and rotting logs before she saw pink in the long grass beside the makeshift track. Alison gasped and ran to it, finding Ashley struggling for breath. Her face had a blue tinge to it.

"Oh please don't die Ashie, please don't…" she begged, tears rolling down her face. She heard crash behind her and saw her father, the police officer and the principle behind her. Her father ran towards them and Alison began to cry.

"I'm sorry daddy, I didn't tell her to come back… I didn't tell her," She sobbed. Her father roughly pushed her away, before crouching beside Ashley.

"Get and ambulance!" he shouted.

-

"Ashley was taken to the local hospital before they transferred her to the city hospital by air. She was suffering for an extreme allergic reaction. They never worked out what it was…" Cameron took a deep shuddering breath.

"After she died, my father wanted nothing to do with me or my mother, so we moved just the next town over from here. She's still there now… my father died of alcohol poisoning a few years after we left."

"So that's why you became an immunologist?" Wilson questioned.

Cameron nodded.

"Wow… and here I thought you were just going to tell us all about your husband dying and the miscarriage" Said, rubbing his hands together.

Now it was Chase's turn to snort coffee everywhere.

"You were married?" He questioned her.

"Yes Chase" She snapped. "Is that such a surprise?"

"Oright then, who's next?" House cut in.

Chase raised his hand.

"I'll go," He said.


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