I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU…
There she was Alison Cameron, the one her father had feelings for but decided to keep them locked inside. It was blatantly obvious, she could see right through his act of pure hatred towards her, the way he looked at her, not as a boss to an employer, it was much more than that, maybe complete infatuation. Whatever it was, it was there, and wouldn't just go away.
She was a nurturer, she wanted to help everyone, she knew of that the day she came to try and talk to her, and she breezed past her without another word. She was damaged herself, and as for House, that clearly wasn't the reason why she liked him, it was more for who he was. But maybe she was just over analyzing them.
She stepped inside the conference room, in plain sight of House from his office, her back turned to him facing Cameron, shutting him out from her.
Cameron looked up with her adoring green eyes and sat back shocked to see the girl standing in front of her. Although she had her mother's looks, she had House in her and the eyes were a complete give away.
It was almost haunting the way she could just glance at you and you felt like she was figuring you out right then and there.
"Hi Kay, what's up?" She said in a friendly voice that was very welcoming for Kay, who was reminded of her mother when it came to calming her, and relaxing her the way she always had.
She remembered coming home the night she decided to tell her she had cancer, and she had cried until she had no tears left inside, and she comforted her then, even when she knew the day her last breath would be drawn was coming closer and closer. She didn't sympathize for herself; she sympathized for her daughter, who would have to come to terms after her death.
"Kay?" A hand on her shoulder took her from the moment, as she stared into Cameron's eyes, tears dancing over her own.
She sat her down and sat in front of her, wiping her tears as they fell one by one. "Kay, what's wrong want me to get your dad?"
The word 'dad', it was strange to her.
"No, I just wanted someone to talk to; I've had a hard day…" She whispered only loud enough that Cameron could hear.
She continued to replay the events as she told Cameron. She didn't dare go near the subject of the rape, but it had crossed her mind over and over as she spoke; it stayed at the tip of her tongue just waiting to be let go.
Cameron comforted her when she felt it was okay, trying to be as gentle and caring as she could, without stepping over her boundaries. It was hard for her to know House had a child, but somehow becoming closer and knowing more about Kay made her feel somewhat closer with House as well.