Hello all... i forgot to mention, some people say the stuff Chrissy's doing is a bit to perfect for her age, as in the walking and talk. Well... i didn't really know, because I was walking and talking fluently by the time I was one (and sadly I haven't shut up or stopped moving since), so I gave her those qualities and it'll go well with the story as it progresses...

Disclaimer: Yep, everything but Chrissy still not mine...

For the next week Chrissy stayed with Wilson and Julie. Julie was having the time of her life bathing her, feeding her, picking out clothes for her, and even changing her. Wilson couldn't help but join in the fun. One night while laying in bed, Julie cuddled up next to him for the first time in months and Wilson thought, "Oh my god, this kid could be saving my marriage." Wilson rubbed his hand slowly up and down Julie's back. But, was he ready for a kid of his own?

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By the seventh night, Wilson and Julie could see Chrissy becoming more closed off. It boggled them, at nine months she should be the most carefree thing in the world. They sat at the dinner table silence covering them as Julie and Wilson stared at Chrissy staring at her food. "Could she have seen what happened to Cameron?" thought Wilson.

"Chrissy, what wrong?" Wilson said softly. Chrissy picked her head up with wide eyes.

"Daddy?" she whispered. Julie felt her heart break (for the first time mind you, House was still an ass no matter which way you looked at it, but the daughter gets special treatment, she's cute).

"We're going to go home tomorrow, okay?" Wilson said as Chrissy began to smile. "But," Chrissy's formation of a smile stopped. "Only if you eat your dinner." Chrissy picked up her spoon and looked at it. Tossing it aside her hand dove into the bowl and she began dinner.

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House laid back on his couch popping another vicodin swallowing it down with some rum. Cuddy had ordered him to go home otherwise she would stop giving him vicodin prescriptions. He felt the burn as the liquid slid down his throat and sighed. One week. One week and still no change in Cameron. He closed his eyes but they immediately shot open as the image of her bruised creamy flesh haunted him once again. He poured himself another glass finishing his second bottle. "Allison," he whispered. "Allison, please come back."

All he got was rain drops in return.

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Wilson walked down the House's entrance hallway holding Chrissy and found House sitting on the couch. Immediately Chrissy started squirming around.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Chrissy said still squirming but House wasn't waking up. Wilson's eyes grew wide.

"Chrissy, Chrissy," Wilson said softly to get her attention. Chrissy stopped squirming and looked at Wilson tears forming in her eyes. "Why don't you play with your toys while I get Daddy up?"

"Daddy? Chrissy's eyes were wide and Wilson thought he might break down himself.

"Don't worry go play with your toys, Uncle Jimmy is just gonna get Daddy up."

"Kay." She was only nine months, but Jimmy could hear the half hearted answer. He placed her on the floor and watched her slowly walk down the hallway to the den. Once she picked up a toy, Wilson rushed over to House.

"House!" Wilson said gripping his shoulders and shaking him. The smell of alcohol was pouring off House and Wilson had to restrain himself from hitting him. "House!" Wilson said a little louder while gripping House's shoulders fiercely.

R&R plz? Critiques and ideas welcome!