SORRY, GUYS, but I'm at a brain freeze right now! Normally I can log on and type away, but my brain and fingers aren't connected right now.

Here's a short chapter until they cooperate, hopefully just a day or two.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

When Cameron approached the door to Debra's room she could hear the sobs coming from her so she slowly opened the door then quietly closed it behind her. Debra was in a fetal position and her back was curled to the door.

"Debra?" she asked; her voice soft and empathetic.

"Go away," she said, moving slightly and Cameron could tell she was wiping her face.

Cameron quietly walked to the side of the bed, grabbed a chair and sat down without saying a word. Cameron sat in silence for several minutes and let her cry.

"I've lost him, haven't I?" she sobbed, looking at the floor to avoid Cameron's stare.

Cameron shook her head and leaned in closer. "No, you haven't."

"Ye…yes I have." She took a deep breath, wiped her face and finally looked at Cameron.

"Debra, you've only lost him if you don't try to get yourself better."

Debra giggled and it brought a smile to Cameron. "I guess I'm a mess, huh?" She sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, growing solemn again.

"Wilson is a good man; he's not going anywhere."

"I know. I just feel…numb."

"Look, Hou…Greg knows how strong you are, and I think he kind of looks up to you for that."

"Wha', how can he? Did he tell you that?" She hesitated a moment in thought. "When I was younger he was my rock."

Cameron smiled at that but tears started to come to Debra's eyes again and she buried her face in her folded arms across her knees. Cameron stood, lowered the bed rail and sat on the bed beside her. She put her hand on Debra's shoulder and she leaned into Cameron; she put both arms around Debra and let her cry again.

When she calmed down a bit Cameron said, "Debra, I don't know what you're going through, but just know I'm here for you if you ever need someone to talk to…or someone to cry to."

At that, Debra laugh-cried a few times, hiccupping in between trying to catch her breath. "Thanks, I know. You're…a good friend."

Cameron stood and put out her arms out to Debra. "What?"

"Come on. We're going to see someone." Debra looked at Cameron expectantly and smiled. Cameron smiled at her and said, "There's someone that needs his Mommy."

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Later that night as House and Cameron lie besides the other staring at the ceiling, House turned to Cameron as said, "I think you and Debra should go clothes shopping. With the money I've saved by not needing hookers I can afford it."

It was so random and out-of-the-blue – albeit a little mean – for House to say something so generous and unselfish that Cameron turned sharply and looked at him for a moment. The room was dark, a soft orange glow emitting from the clock radio and the nightlight in the bathroom, but aside from that, she could still see the outline of his face staring back at her.

When the shock overcame her, she agreed that it would be a good idea. "It'll keep her mind occupied, I guess." Her voice was bland and emotionless that at first it worried him.

"And yours, too, Allison."

She didn't answer but turned her head back to stare at the ceiling. "Do you know when she's going back to work?"

"I think Wilson said she'd see the shrink twice before she leaves; one was this afternoon and the other will be tomorrow. So maybe by the end of the week? I don't know."

"Psychologist. It'll be good for her to work. Oh, we've got LaMaze tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh, god, don't make me go!" he whined.

"Sorry, but you're going. It's your fault I'm in this predicament."

House sighed heavily and put his arms over his head with his head in his hands. "There's nothing I can say to get out of it, is there?"

"Nope."

"Crap."

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Wilson also lay in bed that night, not in House's bed, but his own. Well, his and Debra's. There was nothing he could do to help Debra, or make her feel better, or face her fears; but the one thing he could do was just be there for her when she needed him, and he was – he always would be.

They talked a little before he went home with Gregory, who'd fallen asleep cradled in her arm.

"Deb, I was on anti-depressants myself for a while. There's no shame in it."

"No, there isn't, but you didn't have a little tyke to be responsible for, either."

"Yes, I did – your cousin." That made Debra laugh and she knew it'd be alright.