Ratlings?
Disclaimer: Would you believe me if I told you I own House? No, didn't think so…
A/N: Very quick oneshot sequel to 'The Luxurious Life of the Rat'. All three in the rat-related series- I wasn't planning to make it a series, but with three stories it sort of is- are written with a House-Cameron ship. DO NOT read if you don't like this ship. AYNTK: House and Cameron are married, they have two rats: Steve McQueen and Barbara Minty. It's very annoying- I can't call them House and Cameron anymore lol.
They had been married for nearly six months now, and so had Steve and Minty. Most of Gregory's friends thought it was silly; marrying off his pets. Allison's just thought it was cute… except that said pets were rats. Julie hated the rats. She didn't understand why Allison loved them like they were her children.
"They're gross" she had told Allison
"That's what I said. But then I lived with them… something changed. I changed"
"People don't change, Allison, you said that yourself"
"People don't change, circumstances change. The circumstances changed, allowing my opinions to change" Julie hadn't understood this logic, so she had just nodded.
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Greg watched the rats with fascination. Steve now stayed up late with Minty to watch her soaps, and, for about a week, Steve had slept on the couch. He laughed at this, wondering what had made Minty mad. This was his favorite time of day. He had the chance to examine the rats before work; he and Allison had agreed that she could go early in the car, and he would take his bike when he was ready to leave. It functioned much better then the Allison-yells-at-Greg-until-he-finally-gets-in-the-car system.
"Goodbye, Steve. Goodbye Minty. I will see you soon." The rats looked at him and he turned, walked out the door, and shut it behind him.
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"You're late" Allison greeted her husband at the main door.
"Hello dear to you too"
"I told you last night. You need to at least finish your clinic hours by lunch because Minty needs to go to the vet. You have to take her because I have a meeting. Go" she shooed him away, keeping her eyes glued to a file. He grumbled something incomprehensible as he limped steadily towards the clinic.
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"Symptoms: unusual eating habits,-" Greg began writing on the whiteboard. Allison emerged in the doorway.
"Greg! What are you doing here?"
"We have a new patient"
"What about Minty? You were supposed to be at the vet half an hour ago!"
"Relax. I've got it covered. Chase;" he wrote 'rapid weight gain' under 'unusual eating habits'. "What causes both these symptoms?"
"A lot of things… pregnancy?" the Aussie responded
"Bingo!"
Foreman spoke up: "why is this interesting? Why is such a simple thing a part of your complex puzzle?"
"Because,"-he turned to Allison-"we are pregnant"
"What?" if she had yelled any louder, China would have heard. Just like when they had announced that they were together, the other duckling's jaws landed on the floor. Greg walked (as best he could) over to his wife and whispered in her ear
"Relax. We're having ratlings"
A/N: Now I need names for the ratlings. Any suggestions?