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Chapter Nine

House stormed into Wilson's office and found him pouring over charts; he didn't even look up as he spoke.

"I'm busy House."

House stood too agitated to sit down. "How long have you known?" Wilson stopped riffling through the pages and he looked up sighing.

"Known what?"

"Don't play dumb. That Cameron's children were mine."

"Were? I think you'll find that they are still your children. And I've known since the beginning."

"WHAT?" House exploded making Wilson grimace as he explained.

"I've known since the beginning, since she left for New York and then phoned me to tell me she was pregnant and asking for my advice."

"Who else knows?"

"No one, well no one I know of."

"And no one thought to tell me?" Wilson looked at his friend with surprise.

"It wasn't my place to tell you, Allison was planning to tell you but I don't suppose she ever got the courage." House was silently fuming and Wilson carried on. "What would have you done anyway House? Been the doting father? Told Allison you never meant to drive her away? Stood by all three of them through everything? We both know you would have rejected them, and I think maybe Allison wanted to protect them from that." Wilson scoffed and House turned to look at him.

"I would have liked the chance to make my own decision." His anger subsiding his curiosity took over. "So all those trips, at Christmases, random trips through out the year?"

"I was visiting them. I'm their Uncle Jimmy."

"So I heard." He turned to look out of the window. "Why has she come back then? Why now?" He heard Wilson take a sharp intake of breath and turned to look at him waiting for his answer.

"It's not my position to tell you, you should go find Allison…"

"Just tell me." House cut him off knowing something was wrong and then he pieced it together. "She came back, back for your medical opinion," he paused looking at Wilson in the eyes. "She has cancer?" The question was more of a statement but he waited for his friend to confirm his theory, he was shocked to see him shake his head.

"No. Chris does."

House was shocked, it would be wrong to say he was upset. After all he wasn't really attached to the kid, he hadn't even met him properly. Just because he had helped create him didn't mean that he cared. Yet there was something, concern? Worry? Sympathy? No that wasn't him he didn't care about anyone. He realised that he hadn't spoken for a minute or so and snapped out of his glance to see Wilson staring at him who spoke softly.

"Go see her."

Swallowing the lump that had formed somewhere around his throat or chest he nodded grasping his cane and exiting the room.

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After forcing a nurse to tell him the room Chris was in House made his way there not having any idea what he would say. Arriving at the room he peered inside and saw Chase backed into a corner Lilley stood fiercely in front of him.

"Well can't you get a cd player in here or something?"

"No. Sorry." Chase shook his head and Lilley took another step forward.

"Well how on earth can we listen to our music? Huh, wait till Uncle Johnny hears about this." She sat in the chair next to her brother's bed and watched him play patience. Chase smiled and walked briskly out of the room not seeing House. Allison wasn't in the room, but they may know where she was so taking a breath he stepped into the room.

"Hey." The children looked up at him and Chris shrugged returning to his game.

"Hey." Lilley was a bit more friendly.

"Hey, what's up?" She smiled and he saw Cameron in front of him not this little girl.

"Do you know where your mum is?" Lilley nodded.

"Yeah she went to the toilet."

House nodded and turned leaving the room, stepping out he debated which way to go, left or right. The closest toilets were to the right but something made him go to the left. Walking into the female toilets he found they were completely empty, grumbling he realised he had gone the wrong way. Outside the toilets he began to make his way back when he stopped and turned looking further up the corridor, the female locker rooms, would she be in there?

Turning once again he hobbled up the corridor and pushed the door open, he never cared for privacy and most of the nurses knew this and preferred to lock the doors when they came to change so the fact that it was open was a good sign. At first it appeared to be empty but then he saw her huddled on a bench in the corner her knees brought to her chest. He began to walk over to her and her head snapped up looking at him, he stopped. They shared a look and she nodded.

"You know."

"Yes." He didn't know what else to say, so he let her speak next.

"I'm sorry I should have told you." Her lip trembled. "But I knew you wouldn't want to be a father, I couldn't let them be rejected." Grasping his cane once more he found himself full of anger once more.

"You never gave me the chance!" She stood facing him and choked out a laugh.

"So your telling me that you would have been a father to them? Sat with them with chicken pox, never missed a music recital or a birthday?" he was silent and she nodded. "Yeah that's what I thought." She pushed past him and he grabbed her elbow.

"You never gave me a chance!" He repeated angrily.

"You don't understand. I left because of you; I knew you would throw the opportunity in my face. When they were born they became the most important things to me in my entire life. I didn't want them hurt." He looked down at the top of her head, still a beautiful brown colour.

"You thought I'd hurt them?" She looked up bringing her eyes to meet his and whispered softly.

"You hurt me." He stared into her eyes and wanted to kiss her, but he saw the tears filling the brown pools threatening to spill over and he did something he had done very rarely in his life.

" I'm sorry."

She nodded and stepped back so she could look at him properly and her voice came out as a whisper.

"I'm scared." He nodded and she continued her eyes fixed firmly on his shoes. "I cant lose him, I just cant he's my little boy House. He means everything to me, everything, I cant imagine my life without him!"

By this time she had let the tears spill over they were dropping slowly onto his shoes. Shifting uncomfortably House wondered whether he should run or stay, then slowly he rose out his arm and pulled her into him. She fell into his chest sobbing quietly her tears wetting his shirt. He raised his arm higher and pulled her closer to him, his arm his wrapped around her holding her as she cried.

He put his chin on her head and breathed in the sweet smell of her strawberry and dewberry shampoo, some things never changed. Her petite body felt so fragile in his arms and he was careful not to break such a precious thing. Something so coveted by him. He was surrounded by bittersweet memories flooding back to him and he closed his eyes letting them engulf him. God it felt good to have her back in his arms.

Ok im back...there are no internet cafes in devon...did you know that?

So what did you think? Short I know but I wanted to get something up.

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