Chapter 1: Back in the Garden State

August 7th 2011-(7:00 A.M.)

Mom's worried, I can tell. She's biting her lip and frowning. I didn't really want to leave Italy or San Diego. Italy's my favorite country out of all of the ones we've been too, and that's a lot. It might be because Dani was born there and we stayed there the longest. Mom traveled a lot for work. That was before everything happened anyway. We stopped a year and a half ago when I was nine and a half and moved to San Diego. Between the time I was four and the time I was ten I had been to over 75 countries, even if some were only for a day. I have them all written down, and mapped out. We lived in different parts of Africa, England, France, Australia, Egypt, China and other parts of the world. India was my second favorite, mom let me get a henna tattoo and I almost got away with a belly button piercing. Mom says that I can get one when I'm eighteen.

Uncle Alex gave me this journal before we left his house. He lives in San Diego; we stopped to see him before going to our new home. When he handed it to me I gave him a weird look, but he just shrugged. "New Jersey is an interesting place too Cara (his nickname for me). I'm sure you will have lots to say, and when we see you, you won't forget any stories you want to tell us." Every time we travel he gives me a journal, and Daniela a book to read. But this is different, because this stay is forever. By us he means my Aunt Elizabeth and himself. They don't have any children and they consider us the closest thing they have to having children. Especially after last year and a half.

My father lives in New Jersey, and that is where we are going. I know three things about this man. 1.) His name is Gregory Alexander House. 2.) He is an amazing doctor. 3.) He slept with my mother and I was born, but then kicked us out when he decided that he wasn't ready to be a father. I was three. He doesn't know about my sister. I actually know a few more things, but those are the three important things. I put the time down, because I will probably write later. The flight is about six hours. We should get in at oneish. We're being called to board the plane and I'm scared. That's all for now.

Allison Cameron looked at her eleven year old daughter as she closed her journal. Seven year- old Daniela was already reading the new James Patterson book she had been given. Her sketch pad was in her carry-on when she finished it.

The three boarded the plane and Cameron turned to Isabella. "Ready Bella?"

"No." She stared back at her mother. "This is going to be so weird. I like San Diego. I like traveling."

"Why couldn't we keep traveling Mama? It was fun. I liked helping people."

"I like it too baby, but we need to settle down, you're sister's going into 7th grade at the end of the summer, and you're going into second grade. Soon you'll be too old to be traveling and you'll want stability. You also won't want to be home schooled, you'll want normal trust me."

"I'm way ahead of everyone though; so is Dani I'm learning some high school stuff and know a bunch of medical things too. She's reading high level books and is doing better in math, she's past multiplying and dividing. We were even doing some easy pre-algebra last night. Why do we have to go to New Jersey anyway?"

"I was offered a lot of money to work at PPTH again, and we can't be living off of Lizzie and Alex's dime forever."

"Could too."

"Plus, Wilson is there. He's one of the best oncologists there is baby."

"But the cancer is gone now Mom." Bella looked at her mother concern in her eyes. Dani let out a little yelp at the thought that it wasn't and climbed onto her mother's lap.

"Right? There isn't some secret you're keeping from us?"

"No. as far as I know its all gone girls, they did take out an ovary, so I hope it's gone. I wouldn't keep that from you. Just try New Jersey out Bella. If it's really that bad we can leave."

"I'm good at adapting. It's just that he's there and I don't want him. He doesn't want us either."

"He doesn't even know who I am." Dani pointed out. "I don't want him to know who I am."

"Just give it a try, that's all I'm asking." Her eyes begged and Bella sighed.

"I'll try." Cameron turned to look at Dani, who also nodded.

"I'll try, but that doesn't mean I have to be nice and stuff, right?"

Cameron let a thin smile cross her face and hugged both girls. The plane ride was taken mostly in a calm familiar silence.

House sat in his office The Who blaring heavily from his speakers. His cane was balanced in his hand and to anyone else it looked like he was staring intently at his white board. That of course, was not the case. He had figured out what the man had had hours ago and sent his newest set of idiot duckling's home after they had cured him.

"She's coming back House deal with it."

"Why?" House growled. "It's been over eight years. Why now?"

Wilson didn't say anything. Technically he could say something as her friend, not her doctor, but he didn't want to. He just shrugged. "Maybe she needed a change."

"How old is the kid now?"

"Isabella." Wilson's voice was short. "She's eleven." And Dani's eight. There are two of them. Wilson added in his head.

"Do you think she'll come looking for me?" House's voice had a slightly wistful note in it.

"Do you want her too?"

"I can't be a father Jimmy; I can barely take care of myself. What would I do with a kid? No wonder Cameron left."

"And just who made her leave?" Wilson turned The Who down, and sat next to House, ready to play therapist.

"I never made her do anything."

"Well you didn't make it easy for her to stay, and you left before she could, and then you told her that they better be out of your house by the time you got back."

"Whatever." House looked out his window, eyes drawn together in a frown. "Do you think she looks like me?"

Once again Wilson was at loss for words. How do you tell your best friend that you had been communicating with his ex-girlfriend and two daughters for years now? How did you tell him about the daughter he didn't know about?

"I don't know House."

That wasn't true. Isabella and Daniela looked exactly like. Both had Cameron's looks, even her porcelain skin, except for her eyes. They had House's sharp eyes and the same shade of blue.

When Wilson had gone to see Cameron it was as if she had never left. Wilson had tried to get in contact with her after she left, but she had been too hurt and had asked him to let her calm down a little before she spoke to him. They had e-mailed here and there. Mostly just friendly short e-mails to stay in contact.

"Do you think she hates me, or does she think that she's better off without me? I wonder if she's smart. Maybe she wants to be a doctor. " House was mumbling to himself. "What if she hates me?"

She would tell him a little about where they were traveling and when, but mostly had talked about her daughters. They were so close that they could finish each other's sentences. Both loved to travel and help people. Bella had her father's blunt sarcastic attitude, while Dani was a mini-Cameron in her actions. She was shy, but if you provoked her enough she would go after you, which was a Cameron trait that not many people knew about. Both were stubborn to the core. Their Aunts and Uncles (blood and not) had taught them hand-to-hand combat and karate. Dani had a blue belt and Bella was one step away from going to black.

The girls sucked up knowledge in a way that was insanely House-like. Isabella was a math whiz, while Daniela loved to read. Both were good in science and speaking foreign languages. Bella wanted be a cardiovascular surgeon and Daniela wanted to be an Oncologist, with a degree in immunology like her mother and her Uncle Jimmy.

Neither talked about House in any sense, even the doctor one. Apparently, Isabella had been feeding her sister knowledge about her father since the girls were little and neither cared for him very much.

Isabella fluently spoke English, Italian, Spanish, and Hindi, as well as a smatter of other languages that she knew most of. She could play the piano, flute and violin all relatively well and was learning how to play the African drums. She was a great writer, even though she wasn't a big reader and wrote in a journal almost everyday, something she tried to get her sister to do. She was a regular story teller and teacher to Dani as well.

Dani spoke Spanish, English and Italian. Italian was the language she used when she was frustrated or upset though. She was learning Hindi from her sister and spoke Swahili better then Bella. She played the harp, the guitar and the piano. The harp was her favorite though. Dani was an artist and loved to draw. When they had lived in Italy, their next-door neighbor had taught her how to draw people, and her drawings were very realistic for a 8 year-old.

All three had clear sweet soprano voices and all three could harmonize beautifully, something Wilson heard them do a lot.

Wilson had seen pictures of them, even gotten a video or two of the girls when they were in places that had enough money to take pictures and use electricity. Isabella, Daniela and Wilson had e-mailed, and but he hadn't met Isabella until she was nine and Daniela was five.

He had told her about his fourth marriage to Cuddy (still going strong, she would send her hello's to them from time to time but not often) and she had told him about seeing Sebastian Charles again, and how he was like an Uncle to her little girls.

Wilson in turn had given her the lowdown on the people at PPTH. Chase and Foreman had finished up their fellowships and stayed at PPTH working in different departments. Foreman was married with a daughter on the way, and had a three year old son. Chase was still single. Cameron wasn't at all surprised that they had kept up a steady relationship with House when she left. They were too invested in their careers to let something like friendship or personal life to get in the way.

"Wilson?" Wilson looked at House.

"What do you know that I don't?" Wilson was unable to answer him, and instead answered his earlier one. "What if she doesn't hate you House, what if she wants her father?"

The two doctors sat in silence both thinking about the Cameron's, Wilson thinking of one more then House.

"Dr. Cuddy?" Cameron entered the office feeling very young. The last time that she had been there she had been resigning, that had been almost eight year ago.

"Hello Allison, it's good to see you again."

She turned to Isabella. Dani was hiding behind her mother. "And you must be Isabella, wow; I haven't seen you in years. You're prettier then the pictures James showed me. And where's Daniela?" Daniela peaked her head around her mothers' leg, and then hid again.

"She's a little shy." Cameron explained.

Isabella didn't say anything. She had learned early on not to say something if she didn't have anything nice to say, so she just nodded. It was too much of an effort to smile and be polite today; jet lag was sinking in quickly.

"It's nice to meet you." Isabella gave her a stiff handshake before turning to her mother. "Can I go down to the cafeteria and get something to eat?"

"You'll be good?"

"Yeah. I promised I'd write Uncle Seb and company when we got here."

"Nothing stupid?"

Isabella rolled her eyes at her mother. "Chi è causa del suo male piange se stesso."

Cameron smiled and pulled out a ten. "I'll be down in a minute, do you know where it is?"

"I'll find it, bottom floor, right? Dani you want to come with me, or stay here?" Dani looked at her mother and then when she nodded scampered out the door with Isabella.

"What'd she say?" Cuddy was looking at her in confusion.

"Chi è causa del suo male piange se stesso. It translates loosely to 'he who has created his own evil cries over the same.'"

Cameron shrugged. "It means 'he who has made his bed must lie in it.' Bella was saying that she wasn't going to look for her father because even if he wanted to see her now he had to deal with the consequences his actions made when he kicked us out."

"That's deep for a kid."

"Eh. Not really. She's good at things like that. Foreign languages are one of her favorite things. Dani likes reading the best. Between the two of them they have a lot of ideas."

Cuddy nodded. "I know that you probably want to get to your house soon, so let's make this as quick as possible. You can fill me in about your travels later." Neither mentioned anything more about Isabella or Dani and House until Cameron got up to leave.

"He missed you." Cameron turned back, eyes wide.

"I don't want to know about it."

"I know that you and James won't talk about him but you need to know. The two of you have two daughters together; one he doesn't know about. He wasn't the same after you left."

"If either of my daughters wants to talk to him, to meet him, I will let them gladly. But, he is only the man that helped create two children; I want nothing to do with him. I would appreciate it if you didn't talk to him about me either."

Cameron slipped out of the room before Cuddy could get in another word.

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