A/N: You guys. This has to be my story that gets the most hits and reviews, but it seems to be the hardest for my to update. I'm sorry for that. Anyways, at least the wait for this chapter wasn't quite as long. BTW. Ya'all should go listen to Iron & Wine. Nuff said.

Dedication: To the Lady who called me yesterday and yelled at me to update. Love you Aunt Carla. ;]

Disclaimer: I really, truly do NOT own them.

Bella sat at her desk, organizing her things for school the next day. She wasn't nervous, she just hoped that it went smoothly and that she'd blend in. The sounds of Iron & Wine filled her room and a vanilla scented candle was lit in the corner. It was around seven pm, but the house was quiet. Cameron had fallen asleep on the couch after a dinner of chocolate ice cream and a few episodes of Gilmore Girls.

Bella sighed, running a hand through her dark hair and glancing at her computer screen. She closed the laptop and stood up. She traded the sweats she had put on after her run for a pair of jeans and a black tee-shirt. Throwing on her shoes and her leather jacket, she walked down the stairs.

"Bells?" Cameron said softly from the couch.

"Hey. It is cool if I run out for a bit?" Bella asked, already grabbing the keys from the table.

"Sure." Cameron nodded, "Don't be gone too long."

"I won't." Bella reassured her.

She wasn't sure if what she was about to do was right. Her mom would probably get mad, House probably wouldn't respond to it, but she had to try. Bella started the car, backed out of the driveway and headed towards Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. She rolled the windows down and the night breeze sent a chill down her spine.

"I guess it's not the way you always planned it, looks like you're heading for a crash landing..." Bella sang along with Schuyler Fisk, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, "That's just the way it looks from where I'm standing..."

She pulled in the parking lot as the sun was sinking below the horizon. She parked next to his bike, climbing out. She swung her legs over it and sat; now she waited. It didn't take very long, House hobbled out the door at a quarter til eight o'clock. She took a deep breath and let it out, "Hey."

"What are you doing here?" House asked.

"You can't leave like you did." Bella explained.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're not the only one who has been hurt, House." Bella climbed off his bike and leaned against the car, "She's been hurt too. Bad."

"She sent me away." House said, mounting the bike.

"Cause she needed you to fight for it." Bella told him, "Look... House. She needed you to tell her that she was worth it and that you weren't going anywhere. Cause everyone who has ever loved her, left."

"Bella... you don't know--"

"I do know. God, my dad left her. When she was pregnant with me, he left. He came back, but he left." Bella crossed her arms and kicked a stray stone, "Jeff, died. Chase, left. She needed you to break the pattern."

"Isabella..."

"Look, I know about Stacey. I know you've been burnt, but so has she House. She may try to fix the damaged, but so do you. You're a doctor for Christ's sake. You put on that whole numb, pain in the ass facade, but anyone can see you care." Bella shook her head.

"Do you always speak like this to people who sleep with your mother?"

"Ha." Bella rolled her eyes, "I'm going easy on you." She opened her car door, "Look, do what you want. Just don't hurt her anymore than neccessary. If you don't want her like that, then just stay away. For the both of us." Bella slid in the car, turned the engine on and backed out.

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"I'm home." Bella called, dropping the keys on the table and locking the door. She toed off her shoes and dropped her coat on the floor by the door.

"Kitchen." Cameron called back.

"K." Bella replied and walked into the kitchen, "It looks like Martha Stewart threw up."

"Thanks." Cameron rolled her eyes and wiped her hands on her apron. There was a cake pan with a fully baked chocolate cake on the counter, the timer was half way done on whatever was in the oven and she was mixing the batter for whatever was next.

"You're stressed." Bella hopped on the counter and grabbed the beaters from the mixing bowl, licking the chocolate off one, "You always bake when you're stressed."

"I am not stressed. I have to work a lot this week and I don't want you to starve cause you're too lazy to cook after school." Cameron told her.

"Uh-huh." Bella worked her tongue through the grooves of the beater, "And I'm totally gonna get up the first time my alarm goes off tomorrow."

"Don't be a wiseass." Cameron tossed the damp dish towel at her.

"The truth is the absolute defense." Bella laughed and wiped her mouth off with the towel.

"Uh-huh. Was that the only day you were awake for government?" Cameron teased.

"Duffy is so boring, he's lucky I caught that much." Bella stretched and her back popped.

"Will you stop that?" Cameron asked as she turned the batter, "You're gonna get arthritis."

"Reason 242 for why it sucks to have a doctor as a parent." Bella teased. She slid off the counter and walked over to the fridge, pulling it open and grabbing a water.

"You nervous about school?"

"Not really. I mean, I've had ten years of practice." Bella said, pulling a chair out from the table and sitting on it backwards.

"How'd I raise such a boy of a daughter?"

"She lived with her mechanic of a father for the vast majority of seventeen years."

"Oh that." Cameron poured the cake mix into a round pan, "Can you get me the rolls from the fridge? I think I am gonna make Monkey Bread next."

"Mom." Bella rolled her eyes, "If I eat all this in a lifetime, I'll be five hundred pounds."

"Too much?"

"Lil bit." Bella chuckled.

"I love you." Cameron kissed her forehead.

"I love you too." Bella smiled.

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Bella lay in her bed at eleven pm. She turned over and over, flipping her pillow to get to the cold side. She buried under covers and then threw them off, then she pulled them back up. She hit her pillows. She turned music on, she turned the music off. It was no use. Sleep wasn't coming.

Giving in, she slipped her hoodie on over her camisole. It was almost as long as her shorts and she crawled out her window. She sat on the roof that covered their porch, looking up at the stars.

"I wish I may, I wish I might..." She breathed, closing her eyes and wishing on the brightest star in the night sky.

Bella heard a motorcycle making it's way down the dark street and her breath caught in her throat. It idled in their blackened driveway and finally the engine cut.

She grinned.

She heared him walk up the sidewalk to the door, a brisk knock and then silence. The door opened and Bella leaned over the edge of the roof so she could watch.

"What are you doing here?" Cameron asked.

"I....I..." House ran his hand through his hair.

"You, what?" Cameron asked.

"I want this." House admitted.

"You want it, as in for the moment or for the long haul?" Cameron asked, she needed answers before she could let that wall down.

"The long haul." House stepped closer to her.

"House...." She breathed, tilting her head up.

"I want you. I want Bella. The whole package." He whispered.

Bella bit back a cheer as Cameron pulled House's head down to kiss him. Most teenagers would be grossed out at the sight of their mother making out with her former boss, but it took all of Bella's energy not to squeal.

She crawled back in her bedroom window, slipped on her headphones and drifted off to dream land. The world was spinning on it's axis again and super girl could rest.

A/N: I know it's short, but it's a filler. And I'm tireddd. Later FFNET peeps. Please forgive typos/bad grammar, it's late and I only have word pad.