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Author's Note…Here's your update, QueenPezDispenser! By the way, I think this is the last chapter…not so sure…tell me what you think! Sorry it's so short, but some things are better left simple.

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Six years had changed a lot about Cameron, Wilson noticed. The lines around her mouth were like parenthesis around the words he never got to hear, the wrinkles in her forehead were proof of the burdens he hadn't helped carry. In fact, he had probably been the source of most of those burdens.

But, to be fair, she hadn't been the only one who had changed. Wilson's hair was speckled with some grays, his sight had worsened slightly; it was harder to make him laugh. Long gone were the nights of going to bars with House. It was a ritual they had both given up after Cameron left.

Wilson had never attempted to change it, or even deny it-he still loved her. But did she still love him? Cameron had named their son after him; that had to mean something. But that was years ago, and Wilson was sure that at the time, Cameron had been practically OD'd on Demerol. Not that he blamed her…during his residency; he had done a stint in the maternity ward which resulted in chastity for three long months.

"What are you doing here?"

"I…I found a lump."

It took Wilson a moment to realize what she was talking about, and a nasty feeling settled into his stomach. "You need a biopsy?"

Cameron put on a deep voice; she and bad news had always mixed like water and vinegar. You can shake them up for short-term results, but they were only temporary and nobody really likes the combination anyway. "Ya need a biopsy? I'll give ya a biopsy."

Wilson exhaled. "Sit down, I'll do it."

Cameron winced slightly during the procedure, but when Wilson asked her if she was ok, she just nodded tersely. It wasn't that she wasn't in pain…it was that she was used to being hurt by Wilson. This was nothing.

"Why'd you do it?"

Wilson looked up. "I had to make sure it wasn't cancerous."

"No, not that. Why did you cheat on me?"

Wilson's ducked his head. "It got too serious too fast. I needed a way out."

"Jimmy, I know you well enough not to believe that bull you just tried to sell me. Cut the crap-what really happened?"

"I just told you."

"Yeah…a lie. Come on, you were the one that proposed! If anything, it was going too fast for me!"

"Yeah, Allie, I did propose. Before I was ready."

"And I wasn't ready either! So I don't see why you're so mad!"

"I'm not mad!"

Cameron put her hands on her hips. "Oh really!"

"Yeah, really!"

Cameron took a deep breath. "Jimmy, come on. Tell the truth."

Wilson's face reddened. "I was sure us-our relationship-was going to end. I wanted to hurt before I got hurt, I guess."

Cameron gave a half-smile and wondered when exactly a person goes from thinking that what they can't salvage, they must slay. "That's better."

Wilson returned it.

"But I'm still furious at you."

Let the games begin.

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Cameron didn't exactly know how she and Wilson went from screaming their heads off to lying behind the desk together, exhausted, their fingers laced together like pale braids, forever intertwined. She couldn't exactly say what she had been thinking at the time, just that she noticed that there hadn't been a moment of relearning…their bodies had readjusted to the change of years gone without a problem. And she hadn't exactly known what she was thinking, but she was damn sure she wasn't going to forget the feeling that came with a totally empty head.

Cameron rolled over so she was lying on top of Wilson's chest. "What are we doing here, Jimmy?"

Wilson grinned. "Do you need a reminder?"

Cameron sighed. "I'm serious."

Wilson nodded.

"You know what, Jimmy? It's a sad, sad, thing to get pushed off a cliff once. It hurts and it sucks and if it happens to you, you're going to be darn sure to say as far away from that cliff as possible. So nobody in their right mind would allow themselves to be led to the cliff. And not even the village idiot would let their toes be hanging off the ledge, like mine are. And it's not just my feet anymore…the twins too. They would get hurt."

"Allie, I would never--"

"But you did Jimmy. You did it already, and what if I fall? What's going to us?"

Wilson considered this for a moment before finally responding. "Well then, I guess I'll catch you."