10 14 05 - Edited, spell checked and hopefully grammatically correct. Tell me how it is - Thanks

Author Note: Thanks so much for the reviews everyone. I am trying to keep it as much in line with the season episodes as I can. The relationship between Allison and Hannah is going to flow alot like the Relationship between Rorey and Loralei Gilmore.. except for the whole zany crazy thing. Just flow with it and it should be fine. So, here is Chapter 2.. thanks so much for looking over my chapters Simple So, here we go I hope you all enjoy and let me know

Disclaimer: I still do not own House or anything to do with them sigh

Chapter 2: Getting Ready

In the midst of the chaos that she called life, Allison managed to get to the closest Super Target to buyfurniture, sheets and presentsfor her guest.

" Not a guest" she thought as she maneuvered through the sheets and pillows. Then, as a light dawned on her, she dropped the bed in a bag and shuddered. "A kid. My kid. Oh dear lord."

In the midst of her panic, her mind took over her body. Coupons for an entire bedroom and bathroom set just magically appeared in her hands. As she looked at the mass of colors and sheets, she remembered that Hannah and her were clones. Except for the whole mother - daughter labor birth thing. She closed her eyes and picked out sheets that were almost like her own. But a different color scheme. While her own bedroom set was a cherry wood, the set she bought Hanna was a light color. So light blue, white and dark blue it is.

"I wonder if she still wants to go to Yale?" she thought as she looked in her cart and gasped. The whole cart was full or books, music, movies and all blue and white. To top it off there were flannel pajamas in blue and white. " Jeez lord what was my head doing? What is up with all the books?"

Which was about the only thing between mother and daughter that was truly different. Where Allison loved to sew, cook and bake. Hannah loved to read, write and study. "Eww." Allison shuddered. Bu they both shared a love of shopping, music and movies. "I hope this goes well." She thought as she put a copy of Monopoly, Trivial Pursuit and Uno in her buggy.

After a few choice minutes of getting supplies for cleaning the spare bathroom and bedroom she was ready to go. It was 8 pm and she had to get home and panic some more before the morning came and then a whole round of panic would start. As she checked out and put an insane amount of money of her card, she left and drove home.

Upon arrival at home as she lugged her purchases up three flights of stairs, she stopped at her door in remembrance. He came here three times. Once to ask her back, the second time she blackmailed him into a date and the last time to take her on the "date of doom". Sighing she turned the key and stepped in.

I thought you were too screwed up to love anyone.

I was wrong.

You just couldn't love me.

It's okay. I'm happy for you.

That made her stop in the midst of her unpacking. All thoughts of Hannah, movies, trying to get out of work early, and even her medical oomph in her mind went up in smokes and fluttered out the window. She sank to her knees and sat there. Questions that she had placed aside for better times came forth and she found herself panicking for a new reason. What would she do around him tomorrow?

Why him? Memories or his dialog during the date went through her mind. He was right, she knew. She had wanted so badly to fix him, because he was so damaged and that hurt her. But why did it hurt her? Was he just another case to her? Or was it something else? As she stared ahead of her a fuzzy picture of a wavy haired toddler poked at her subconscious. "Oh well. Allison!" she thought to herself, "Those thoughts need to hold off until a later time. Well, Allie! There is work to do."

With that, she rolled up her sleeves are in a flash, she was off to clean and then off to panic somewhere followed up by bed.

In the morning, Allison would find herself in her Hannah's new bedroom wrapped up in the blankets she bought her. In the midst of breakfast, shower and the drive to work she continued to ask herself a mass of questions. "What will I do about work? What if he asks? What is he follows me? What is that woman is there?" Allison fumed at the thoughts of Mrs. Stacy Warner came to mind.

As she parked her car in the garage of the hospital and began to get out she stopped and looked at her mirror and the last lingering thought entered her mind.

"What if she doesn't like me?"

Little did she know, there was a 15-year-old girl 3 states away wondering the same thing.