So, this is a short chapter, but it's a chapter.

Chapter 10: Babysitting and John House

August 15 2011

I think Bella is going to kill Mom. She was talking to House and somehow it ended up that he is going to be babysitting us. That will not go well. As in violence. And blood. And murder. Which means jail. Also, there is always the possibility of tears.

Bella wants to plot with me to drive him crazy. I think that I might be getting sick. Probably just a cold. Whatever. I have to go figure out ways to torture House with Bella. Bye.

House shifted nervously outside of the Cameron house after knocking. Allison opened the door and looked at him. Her face was tired, and her posture was one of someone who felt defeated.

"Yes House?"

His heart froze mid-beat. She hadn't called him House in years. Since the first real date the two had had where he told her to call him Greg. Then, coming to his senses he began to speak.

"We didn't finish our talk last night."

"Yes. We did. I have nothing to say to you right now." Cameron's eyes had become an angry blazing blue, and she let lose her anger. Even though she said that they had finished their talk, she had a few things to say.

"You left! Not me. I dealt with everything. I don't care what you have to say to me. When we needed you, you weren't there. If you have something to say, you missed your chance. Do you know how hard it was on the girls? Especially on Bella. She was three years old House. She asked me why we left. She asked me why you didn't want us anymore." Tears have welled up in Cameron's eyes and she brushed them away angrily.

"I didn't know what to tell her. She was three years old. Barely out of diapers, and there I was with another on the way. All she wanted was her daddy. The one who had ignored her for years. She loved you no matter what House. I didn't tell her that you made us leave; she figured it out on her own. She told me that she didn't want you anymore."

Cameron had aimed her words to sting, and when he was standing there she tried to close the door. He stopped her with his cane face pale, but eyes flashing with too many emotions to count.

"You were better off without me Allie."

Suddenly Cameron was tired. Actually, she was beyond tired, beyond exhausted even. "Is that what you think Greg?" Inwardly he sighed with relief. First name basis was a very good thing.

"Yeah."

"Well, you're wrong. Why the hell would you think that at all?" House didn't answer her. It wasn't time to talk about his fears and his father.

His silence was enough to answer her question and she shook her head. "Go to hell House." He winced as his surname came back in to play.

"I- my dad" he spit out before she closed the door once again.

"Your dad?" Allison repeated in confusion. She had it halfway closed, but opened it and gestured him into the house.

"That week – the one where we found out you were pregnant. I called my parents to ask them for the ring." There was no question what kind of ring he was talking about.

"It's been one of the long-time traditions in my family to give the girl that you ask my great-great-grandmother's ring. I called, and my father answered the phone."

Her eyes held no emotion and she nodded for him to continue.

"My mother wasn't home, and I had to ask him for the ring. He asked who it was for, and he remembered you. He said that you were too young for me, and the only reason that you were marrying me was for money or publicity. That no one would want a useless crippled who was addicted to Vicodin. After a while I began to agree with him."

"Why the hell would you think that Greg?" Her eyes were angry again.

"You know what my childhood was like Allie." She nodded.

"Yeah, but you knew who I was. You should've trusted me enough to talk to me." Her eyes narrowed slightly, thoughts going a mile a minute. "You tried to test me, didn't you?"

Miserably he nodded his head, knowing where her thoughts would lead her. "What was the test?" He didn't answer, and she repeated the question voice getting stronger and if possible, angrier.

"If you left and then fought for me, tried to come back, you really loved me, but if you left and then tried to get money from me you only were with me for the reasons my father said."

"And doing neither threw you in a loop. Chase and Foreman told me you were bad off after we left." House didn't comment on the fact that she had asked them about him, not ready to open that can of worms.

"I didn't know what to do." He admitted. "You were supposed to stay."

"But I didn't, because I was pregnant. And tired. I figured that if you just kicked us out in a moment of anger, you would come after us. But, you didn't. And we didn't come back." Cameron sighed. "How did we get here Greg?"

House grabbed her hand. "I don't know Allie. And now I don't know what to do. How can I make it up to you and the girls?"

The girls. Her daughters. Their daughters. The ones who should've grown up here in Princeton with normal lives, but instead had traveled all over the world (not that it was a bad thing) because of their parents.

Cameron thought, and then gave a tiny nod before looking at him. "What are you doing Saturday night?"

"At the moment? Nothing."

"Can you baby-sit?"

"Excuse me?"

"Cuddy wants me to go to some fundraiser thing with her, Wilson has family coming in or something, so he can't. I was just going to ask Foreman or Chase to do it, but if you're not doing anything then maybe you could spend a little time with them."

House nodded. "I could do that."

She smiled at him. "Say fiveish? I don't know how long the thing will go; it's about a 45 minute drive away though."

"I'll be here." House replied. Now he just had to figure out how to get to know two little girls who disliked him immensely. Whose lives he had changed forever. It would be a long night, that he knew for sure.

I don't know if it seemed kind of rushed for Cameron to forgive that quickly, but that's the way my story is. he still has to deal with his daughters. I'll try to post soon, but I'm only going to post if I get at least 6 reiveiws!