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Disclaimer: Yeah, still don't own anything but Chrissy...

"So, do I have to buy you a cup now?" Wilson snickered as he saw House limping slowly toward the couch.

"Fuck you Jimmy, " House said as he gingerly sat down and took another deep breath. Wilson smiled and held out a Chinese take out carton to House.

"Lo mein?" House gave Wilson a piercing glare and snatched the box from him peering across the coffee table for a set of chopsticks.

"Where's Chrissy?"

"In the den, " Wilson looked at House. "What happened? Seriously, I know you're an ass, but for your own daughter to kick you there…"

"I told her not to suck her thumb, " House sighed as Wilson broke into laughter once again.

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR CHRISSSSSYYY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" sang a chorus of people in the conference room and cheered once Chrissy blew out her candles. At one year she was almost talking, well, sounding out words, and running as fast as the wind. If her mother could see her now, House mentally slapped himself, when, not if. Three months had passed since the incident.

"Daddy! Ook hat I ot!" House smiled and zoomed in on Chrissy's smiling face with his hand held camera. A microscope set. Losers, House thought, who gets a one year old a microscope set?

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House ran his thumb across the back of Cameron's hand and sighed lightly.

"You wouldn't believe what Chrissy did today. We were doing a differential, and when we put up some x-rays of a guys head, she yelled out tumor. She was right, too." House gave a small smirk. "Really shocked Foreman and Chase. Does it count if I mouthed the word to her?" Another three months had passed with no change. "We miss you so much, Ally, we're waiting for you, please come back soon. There's too much testosterone, Chrissy's screwed if you don't come back." House kissed the back of Cameron's hand then left to get Chrissy from Wilson.

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House had put Chrissy to bed an hour ago then decided to relax in his own room and catch up with a Sports Illustrated. He was dozing off when he heard his door slide open slightly.

"Hey baby, what's up?" House said becoming fully awake in an instant. Chrissy sniffed then ran over to the side of bed where House promptly picked her up. Her arms immediately went around House's neck as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Sweetie, tell Daddy what's wrong."

"Bad deam, " came a muffled reply.

"Again?" House felt Chrissy nod. "The same one?" Another nod. "Wanna tell me about it? " He felt Chrissy shake her head. "If you tell me you'll feel better." House waited for an answer and didn't get one, for Chrissy had already fallen asleep. "What's going on in that head of yours kiddo?"

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"So she's had the same nightmare for the past week?" Wilson asked, putting his feet up on House's desk.

"Yeah, and she won't tell me about it, " House replied throwing a tennis ball into the air.

"Not much she could say; she's only a year even if she is almost talking."

"I know, but I don't know what to do."

"Have you considered taking her to a therapist?"

"My kid doesn't need a shrink, Jimmy."

"She's been through a lot in the past few months."

"It's been a while, I'm sure she's sorted what happened out."

"We don't know what happened, House, we can only guess. And…well, you know it was pretty bad…"

"Yeah, but…" House paled. "You think she saw what happened to Cameron?"

"It's possible… I mean, I don't know. It's been what, seven months? She hasn't asked about Cameron, has she?" House's eyes widened.

"No, oh god," House said grabbing his cane and heaving himself out of his chair.

"House?" Wilson asked taking his feet down from the table. But House was gone before he turned around.

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