Title: Anything You Want

Chapter: Hope

Rated: PG-13

Disclaimer:Fox Owns House

Summery: The continuing lives of Allison and Lisa Cameron

I'm Glad to give my love to you

I hope you feel the way I do

Roy Orbison, 'You Got It.

Anna rocked her three month old nephew as he slept. She could smell the turkey cooking in her mother's kitchen, and could hear Lisa and Allison chatting in the next room. Trent and Greg were at her mother's piano. In all the years that Lisa and Anna had lived at home, their mother kept a piano, and it was tuned regularly, but no one played. Lisa tried the violin, but only for a week. But now, the house was filled with music; as it should be. The music that House and Trent played together was 'Baba O'Riley,' by The Who. It wasn't a duet, by any means, but House taught Trent to make it a duet, to make it sound like the whole band, but with one instrument. Greg was good with the kid.

Anna remembered hearing of House before she met him. He'd been a drug addict, and a mean one at that. It wasn't until he was in an accident on a bus that he cleaned up. Even after that, it was just less drugs, no drinking, and even quit cigars. Anna remembered hearing about Wilson's attempted suicide, and that's when House really changed. The two healed together. House had gotten serious with his life, and at some point, had met Anna, and knew he had to be who he was pretending to be. Lisa told her the day she noticed the changes.

House was in a patient room, talking with a woman who was alone. She wasn't dying, but had been close a few times on this particular case. She didn't have anyone to keep her company, and hated the hospital food. So, House brought up normal food, and ate with her. The two laughed and talked for 4 hours. What caught Lisa's eye more was House had shaved, and was in his lab coat. That's when Lisa Cameron knew that he was doing well.

Three days later, he met Anna.

"Hey," Lisa called into the room. Anna hadn't noticed the chatter next door had stopped.

"He's really good," Anna said.

"I think he actually loves Trent."

"They play piano together every night. I thought Greg was going to hit the roof when Trent carved his initials into his cane." Lisa's eyes bugged out. "House took the pocket knife and added mine and his own."

"That...sounds like House."

"He asked me to marry him last night." Lisa beamed. "I said no."

"What?!"

"I said," Anna started. "If he wanted to marry me, he had to get Trent's permission." Lisa laughed. "Trent said yes, so then I said yes."

"Love me love my kid. Nice."

"He...wants to...adopt Trent after the wedding."

"Man, has he done a 180," Lisa commented as she felt Allison's arms wrap around her from behind. "House is going to be my brother-in-law."

"You're crazy," Allison told Anna. "But I'm happy for you!"

"Girls?" Kay called up the stairs. "Turkey is on the table." The three headed down with the baby to see the family gathered around the table, and David's bassinet near by.

"So," House said quieting the table as Anna put David down. She quickly sat and scooted her chair in next to House. She smiled up at him. "Well, as all of you know, its not my house, but I have something to say. So listen up. Yesterday, something pretty amazing happened. I asked Anna to marry me, and a moment of insanity washed over her, and...she said yes."

"Oh God!" Kaye said, smiling. "Congratulations!"

"There's more. Oh, but there's more. I'm going to be a dad." The room was silent. "After the wedding, I'm signing paperwork and adopting Trent. Cameron, we'll celebrate Father's Day together," he taunted.

"My name is going to be Trent House," Trent told his Aunt. "Pretty freakin' sweet, huh?"

"I'll say," Lisa countered.

"Greg?" Trent called into the guest room where his soon-to-be step-father slept. Anna and Lisa were up late with their mother, and Allison was busy with David, who was also not sleeping.

"What's up?" came a groggy voice.

"Can't sleep." The boy shifted from one foot to the other. Greg waved him in. Trent grinned and jumped onto the bed. For ten, he was small, like his mother, with the same eyes. He looked, to House, more like Lisa. Upon meeting Anna, House couldn't tell the difference between the two. But quickly, he noticed Anna's face shape was different, and they were nothing alike as people; Anna was a lot more laid back as a person, and yet, much more disciplined. She took things in stride, where her twin sister would usually get upset. Her sense of humor was much more crude than Lisa's. As for Trent, he and House hated each other at first. Greg called him 'the runt,' and Trent called Greg 'the dick.' It took a few months for the two to become friends. Once Greg realized that the child would always play video games with him, and showed interest and talent in music, he stopped giving him such a hard time. When Trent came to the conclusion that having a doctor for a father-figure didn't suck so bad, it was a match made in heaven.

"I don't do bed-time stories," Greg warned.

"Its cool; Ron didn't either."

"Ron?"

"Sperm donor, as you'd say." Greg nodded. "Broght the PSPs," Trent offered. Greg shook his head.

"Better idea." Greg stared at the ceiling, hoping an idea would fall from it. "Its not a bed-time story, but its something..."

"All ears." Trent scooted under the covers and into his mother's pillow.

"There was this patient, who presented with nausea, vomiting, missed period, and weight gain. She was on a form of birth control-"

"What's birth control?" Shit!

"New story. New patient. You don't like strawberry jelly do you?" Trent nodded. Damn. "This is harder than I thought."

"Dude, I'm ten. Don't need a bed-time story."

"Dude, you're nine for another 2 weeks." Greg thought for a moment. "There was once a beautiful woman, named Allis-" Can't do that. "Alyssa. Alyssa was very kind and really hot. She was the nicest person in the world. One day, she met a man who was very sick. Alyssa was going to be a doctor some day, and wanted to help him, but he was too sick. So she asked him what she could do to make him feel better with the time he had left. The man said, 'I have always wanted a wife. I don't want to die alone.' So she married him. They were happy, because he wasn't too sick at first. But soon after they got married, he died. Alyssa was so sad, that she fought extra hard to become a doctor.

"One day, she met a mean, angry man, who needed her more than he knew. So she asked for a job. 'Well, if you can figure out what is wrong with people, you can work for me.' Alyssa was very smart, and was a great help to the mean man. He started to be less mean, and even less mean.

"After nearly 4 years of working for him, she quit, because she needed to help more people than she could working for him. It made the mean man very sad, but he watched her go anyway. A year later, when someone who the mean man was close to died, and it was sort of his fault, she wasn't there to help him. But, she'd taught him to help himself. So he cleaned up, and found that when he tried, he could be nice to people, and someone was very nice to him. Alyssa had a friend, who was the mean man's boss. The mean man's boss had a sister, who was absolutely beautiful. The mean man, who wasn't so mean anymore, became friends with Boss Lady's sister. Well, it took some time, but Alyssa and the mean man became close friends, and the boss lady and her sister were happy.

"The Not-So-mean man asked Boss Lady's sister to marry him, and they were happy together." Greg glanced over, expecting Trent to be staring at him, waiting for something better, but the kid's eyes were closed.

"So then what happened?" Anna's voice whispered from the door.

"The mean man married Boss Lady's beautiful sister, adopted her kid, and talked her into retirement."

"Greg-"

"Not now, he's asleep," Greg said, grinning. Anna touched the boy's shoulder.

"Sweetie, go get into your own bed." He mumbled something and rolled off the bed and stumbled toward his own room.

"I ship out tomorrow morning."

"I know," he said softly.

"We can enjoy tonight," Anna offered.

"I think," came his voice. "I'd rather just hold you."

"Oh Jesus, Greg. I'll only be in D.C. for 4 months! Its a 3 hour drive from your condo, for crying out loud."

"I still want you to live with us, and be here with us at night."

"I'll consider retiring after the wedding."

"Promise?"

"I'm not your father, Greg. And neither are you. I trust you with Trent." Greg tensed. "Bring him to the hospital on his birthday, it should give him something to gross everyone out with the next day at school." Greg chuckled.

"Lisa?" Allison called into the office. Lisa was filing mountains of paper work. Allison had David, sleeping comfortably in her arms as she came in.

"He can not possibly be hungry."

"No, just ate, actually. I just tought you could use some time as Mommy, rather than Dr. Cameron." Lisa smiled and pushed away from the desk. She felt so strange being in the office with her wife and son; first day back at work since David was born. "Trent is helping with a differential." Lisa rolled her eyes.

"Poor kid." Lisa settled on the couch and rested against Allison.

"Am I the man in the relationship?" Lisa's eyes went wide.

"Boy, I hope not, or we've been doing this wrong the last 3 and a half years." Allison laughed.

"No, I mean am I the gentleman type; often opening doors for you, taking the lead in dancing, taking on the role of father to our child even though I'm a woman."

"I open as many doors for you as you do for me. We don't dance, and when we do, neither one leads, and we end up tripping over each other, and you are every bit David's mother as I am."

"Then why does everyone call me his daddy!?" Lisa chuckled.

"Because, its cute! I suppose you do take on a more fatherly role; bottle feeding instead of breast feeding, Bring him to me at night so I can feed him in our bed, you didn't go through the whole post-partum thing that I did-"

"You cried for 45 minutes and it was over."

"Allison?" Lisa chose her next words carefully. "Are you still depressed?"

"Sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I have no control over things, and its hard to live and work with no control." She looked the baby over, head to toe. "But then I see you, or hear you, or see David, and its okay that I'm not in complete control over every single thing. If I'd been in control that day at the park, I'd have never kissed you."

"Boy, control is overrated," Lisa teased.

"Seriously," Allison joked back. David opened his eyes and yawned. "Good afternoon, Dee."

"Hi," Lisa cooed. "Hi sweet heart!" David started to fuss with discomfort. A rumble from his diaper was quite audible.

"I'll take him back to the day care," Allie said, kissing Lisa deeply. "Let's go, baby!"

"Hey Allie?" Allison looked over her shoulder from the door, smiling. "Love you."

"Love you, too!"

You Got It

Every time I look into your lovely eye

I see a love that money just can't buy.

One look from you I drift away

I pray that you are here to stay.

Anything you want - you got it

Anything you need - you got it

Anything at all - you got it

baby!

Every time I hold you I begin to understand

Everything about you tells me I'm your man.

I live my life to be with you

No one can do the things you do.

Anything you want - you got it

Anything you need - you got it

Anything at all - you got it

Baby!

Anything you want

Anything you need

Anything at all

I'm glad to give my love to you

I know you feel the way I do.

Anything you want - you got it

Anything you need - you got it

Anything at all - you got it

Baby!

Anything you want - you got it

Anything you need - you got it

Anything at all - you got it

Baby!

Anything at all - you got it - baby - you got it!