So here it is everyone!:) Its really not ready to be posted since I'm only 8 chapters in and if you know my style you already know I like posting my stories after I finish them, but this process would be too slow with everything thats going on right now. I really hate making you wait so long so I'm just going to go ahead and start posting the chapters early. If I make any big changes in the chapters then I'll let you know. Please enjoy and I'll update as soon as I can :)

Disclaimers - I don't own anything

Title - Hold On To This Lullaby

Setting - 4th Season

Chapter 1 We're Right Here


It had only been a week since Chris had terrorized both Cameron and Chase and now she was finally being discharged from the hospital. Her wounds were healed enough and the baby was as healthy as ever. She was dressed in jeans and Chase's old college hoodie that she loved so much as she quietly packed her bag. Her mind was full of the trauma that happened just last week. She still couldn't believe what she had done. The words House said to her echoed in her mind.

What about your baby? Doesn't that make it right?

She knew killing Chris saved her and the baby, but does it make it right? What right did she have to decide who lives and who dies? She was so confused and this constant anxiety was exhausting.

"Ready babe?" Chase's voice interrupted her flowing thoughts. She looked up to see him standing at the doorway with a wheelchair.

"Oh, no way you're getting me in that thing," she laughed.

"Sorry love, hospital policy."

"Damn," she muttered making Chase laugh as he wheeled it towards her. He hoped the baby looked as cute as she does when it pouts.

"How are you feeling," he asked, kissing her on the cheek.

"A lot better," she replied. "It doesn't hurt as much anymore. Only if I move around too much."

"Which is why you're getting lots of bed rest as soon as we get home," he said as he helped her into the wheelchair.

She groaned.

"But I've been here all week. When can I go back to work?"

"When your stitches are fully healed," he said as he gave her her bag and started to wheel her out. She didn't say anything. She knew it wasn't his fault. It was doctor's orders and he was just looking out for her and their baby. Speaking of the baby not only was her usual morning sickness over, she was starting to feel the physical effects of her pregnancy. Her breast were sore, she felt bloated, and her clothes felt a little more snug than they should and she was just so tired all the time. A small part of her was glad about the bed rest, but at the same time she was dying to get back to work. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Foreman walking up to them in the lobby and talking with Chase.


"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, snapping out of it.

"I said to take it easy and get lots of rest."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I spaced out for a moment."

Foreman gave her a warm smile. "That's ok, get better soon. Work won't be the same without you two."

Cameron laughed. "I'm sorry we're leaving you alone to deal with House."

"Don't worry about it," he said as he embraced her in comforting hug. She hugged him back, grateful for everything he's done for them the night Chris attack them. When he pulled away he patted Chase on the back. "See you later," he said before heading back to the clinic.

As she watched him leave, she felt someone's eyes on her. Turning her gaze to the railing of the second floor, she can see House standing there, watching them. He only nodded at her before slowly limping away. Oblivious to their exchange, Chase leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"Let's go home," he whispered.

It was a comfortable silence on the way to Chase's apartment with very little words spoken. Chase wished he knew what she was thinking. Ever since she was rescued she's been quiet and distant, kind of like the time after she was saved from Chris's abuse. As soon as they walked into the apartment she announced she was going to take a shower and disappeared into the bedroom. As he waited for her to finish, he started clearing up a bit and when he was done with that he decided to make them some lunch, but noticed she was still in the bedroom. It had been at least thirty minutes. Feeling a little concerned, he went to the bedroom and quietly opened the door.

"Allison?" She was standing in front of her full length mirror, the one of many things that came from her apartment. She was standing in her bra and underwear with her hands on her stomach. Her gaze fixed on her reflection. She didn't even acknowledge him as he came up to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"What's wrong?" he asked, trying to make eye contact through the mirror. She met his gaze and smiled.

"I'm showing," she whispered. His whole face lit up as he pulled away to look at her stomach. She was right. It was barely noticeable but it was there. Gently, he placed his hand on her small bump; his gaze glued to their unborn baby. That was when it hit him. He could've lost all this, his family. He pulled her close again, hugging her against him. She must have felt his emotional turmoil because she turned in his arms and kissed him lovingly on the lips.

"You didn't lose us baby," she whispered. "We're right here."

I hope you liked it. Ch2 should be up in a couple of days if not next week.