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"Good morning, ducklings 2.0," House greeted his new fellows as he limped into the conference room. Foreman, Kutner, Taub, and Thirteen glanced up at him, Foreman's eyes going wide when he saw Cameron follow his boss inside. "I believe you all know Dr. Cameron," the diagnostician continued. The blond head of the E.R. merely rolled her eyes and set about preparing a fresh pot of coffee.
House approached the white board and began erasing the previous day's now-solved case's symptoms.
"What're you doing here, Cameron?" Foreman finally asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"House wants to make an announcement and he decided I had to be here for it, too," she told him, handing her former employer his red mug.
"What about Chase?"
"What about him?" House cut in, coming to stand between the two. "He and Doctor Bump here split ways forever and a day ago! Do you people not read the hospital newsletter?"
"Doctor Bump?" Kutner repeated.
"Why does their breaking up matter?" Taub wanted to know.
"Go ahead, Cameron, show them the belly," House told her, motioning with his cane as he backed away to watch.
Cameron sighed and, after removing her white coat, pulled the loose material of her shirt tight against her now-obviously pregnant stomach.
"Oh. My. God."
"House, actually. It's a common misconception." House grinned at his own cleverness.
"Greg--" Cameron started to scold him, stopping when he hooked his cane around her waist and pulled her into his arms.
"This is all mine," the crippled man gloated, rubbing his hands possessively over her swollen belly. Cameron only rolled her eyes and indulged him, stealing his mug and taking a sip as her significant other had his fun.
"Cameron?"
"Yes, Foreman, he's telling the truth. For once."
"Hey!" House cried, clutching his chest in mock agony.
"Weren't you and Chase--"
"We were never really together! He simply refused to accept that I didn't want to be with him."
"Ah. Well, if you're happy," Foreman hugged her, giving House a stare that said, 'We'll be talking soon.' The older man simply nodded before slapping the other man's hands away and reclaiming his "prize."
"Anyway, the other reason I called Little Miss E.R. up here is because we," House gestured to his team plus Foreman, "Have a case. She," Now pointing at Allison, "Is the reason we have it. Therefore, I have decided to make her help with the actual 'curing' portion of this little foray into insomniacs. How exciting!" He pretended to dance in place with anticipation before hobbling to the whiteboard and start scribbling symptoms on it.
"It could be lupus," Cameron suggested, taking the seat closest to the board and slipping on her reading glasses to study the file.
"Working in the E.R. really has melted your brain! It's never lupus," House sneered.
"Maybe if you hadn't been so distracted by Cameron's increasing--" Foreman was cut off by a death glare from the aforementioned woman. "--You should have noticed the butterfly shaped--"
"Which could be caused by any number of things--" Kutner started.
"But usually lupus," Cameron finished for him, looking smug as she stood to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" House limped over to block the doorway.
"Back to work. It's lupus, Greg, get over it."