Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Hugh Laurie, Jennifer Morrison, Fox or House MD… I'm just playing with the characters for a little while.

Author's note: Honestly, this idea popped into my head at around 5am a few days ago. Although what came to me was mostly the snarks House uses and a general plot. But anyway, this is my first House fanfic so please if you see that any of my characters are OOC drop me a line. Thanks for taking time to read this. No onto the story.

I think I'm pregnant.

He never knew that so few words could turn his entire world upside down. He had prided himself on being untouchable. Nothing could faze him; nothing could make him feel. That was until she came along. Things started bubbling to the surface that he didn't know, or wanted to, exist anymore.

It had been five years since his last relationship. Stacy Warner was, in the beginning, the woman of his dreams. She could deal with his shit and deal it right back to him. The relationship had been great until his leg got in the way. She couldn't deal with him after his surgery and she had left. The day after she left, he had closed himself off to the world and had determined to never let anyone else through his heavily guarded wall of defense.

"I hate to interrupt the peace and quiet but is there actually a reason you're in my office?"

Being pulled from his thoughts, he looked up at his best friend.

"Aww Jimmy… couldn't I just be here to see my bestest best friend?" House snarked.

"If we were five and you weren't you then maybe but seeing as that's not the case, what do you want?"

"I give in. I'm here to profess my undying love. I've hidden it for far too long!" he gushed, accenting his statement with large hand movements that made him look like one of the psych patients he loved to torment. "I came here after I was turned down by Chase figuring you were the second best. I mean your hair is almost as pretty as his."

"Ok House… great. But now that you've told me maybe you can go and do some of the work you're supposed to do at work," Wilson responded coolly as he turned back to own patient files that he had been working on before House had come in.

Minutes passed by slowly and he had yet to hear the tell tale signs of his friends departure. Looking up slowly he looked at the man sitting on the other side of his desk.

"Are you hiding from Cuddy?" Wilson asked, knowing his friend well enough to know either he was hiding from her or something was seriously on his mind.

"I slept with her," House stated as if he was saying 'The sky is blue'. His stare shifted to the floor knowing that now he had told someone it was really true and not just the dream that he would forget by tomorrow.

Nearly choking on the coffee he had just taken a sip of, his head snapped up to stare at him.

Unbelievably shocked and slightly stuttering Wilson nearly yelled, "You… you slept with Cuddy?"

"Oh yeah, lots of times. Whenever she comes to tell me she wants me in the clinic she's really saying 'I want you now'. Can't you hear us in her office? She has whips and chains in her desk drawers. But I meant the other her," He said, at the last line once again his gaze dropping to look at his Nike covered feet.

Wilson stared, his mouth hanging slightly open. Had he just heard him right? The other her. It could only be one other person seeing as House had all but declared war on Stacy after she brought Mark to the hospital again last week. He'd stolen Mark's sandwich off his plate at lunch and had once again sat in on a therapy session. Needless to say, it had ended with Stacy in House's office screaming about how she couldn't stand him and him calmly responding with how he couldn't understand why.

He had meant Cameron.

AN: Don't worry this is not the end of the story. I've set this story up to be short chapters each time mainly focusing on two-ish characters at a time. This time obviously it was Wilson and House. The next chapter will be Cuddy and Cameron. Thank you once again for reading and if you even like this a tiny bit please review