Chapter 1-
Set after episode 1x20 (Love Hurts) and takes place as if Stacy never returned.
Disclaimer- I do not own anything
Cameron's POV
It had been exactly 6 weeks since my date with House. The evening had not gone to plan, but to me, it was still perfect. After diner, we went back to his and things progressed. To put it simply, we had sex. Sex on the first date wasn't something I normally did, but House made me a completely different person, someone unpredictable, and I liked that about him. However, ever since that one perfect night we spent together I've been avoiding him. I don't know why, I just think it's because I don't want to know how he feels. I have this paranoid delusion that he's just going to end things with me because it wasn't everything he wanted, and I couldn't face that. After we meet at work every day, he tries to keep me behind but I rush off out the doorway and we now rarely see one another as I always make a reason to avoid him. But I'm going to have to speak to him soon. Especially now that I think I might be pregnant with his child. Being a doctor I knew the signs, including nausea and many more, all of which I was experiencing. I'm going to take the test as soon as possible. What was I going to do?
House's POV
Ever since my night with Cameron, I knew she had been avoiding me. The normally all too chatty doctor had made every effort to spend no time with me over the last 6 weeks. I couldn't blame her. I was old enough to be her dad and I was a cripple, meaning at best I was average in bed. Cameron could do so much better, as she was; hot, young, smart and attractive, Perfection. I would never admit it to anyone, not even her yet, but I think I'm falling in love with her, but I don't think she feels the same way about me. Tomorrow I'm going to confront her about her feelings whether she like it or not.
Cameron's POV
Oh Crap! I thought to myself as I stared down at the plastic stick in my hand, and many others displayed around the sink of my bathroom. There was no disputing the bold pink plus sign displayed on every single test I had taken. What was I going to do? House was not father material, and I sure as hell wouldn't be able to make a stable home for a child with a naïve love sick puppy for a mother and an unemotional psychopath for a father. I know I had always thought more of House, but now reality had set, I had to be honest with myself. I knew I had once told House I could never get an abortion, because a foetus was a life, but now it was happening to me. I don't know what else I can do. House could never know I was pregnant, unless he failed to realise it was his child. I didn't know if I could lie to House like that about his own kid though, didn't he have a right to know! Aaaah! This is so hard. At 28, I didn't think my life would be this way.
Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. I washed my hands closed the bathroom door, and open the door to my two bedroom apartment. To my surprise, and horror, House was in the doorway. Every muscle in my body froze.
"We need to talk." House stated bluntly.
"What is there to talk about?" I inquired, pretending to play dumb.
"You know what I mean, don't act stupid with me," House said menacingly.
I knew he loved to play games with people's minds, but I just wasn't in the mood.
"Look House, I understand that you think it's funny to mess me around. I should never have asked for that first date. I just want everything to go back to the way it was…"
House's POV
As Cameron continued to rant about why she didn't want me in her life as anything more than her boss anymore, I felt my heart skip a beat and my lungs become crushed. If I hadn't been Dr Gregory House, a strong, sarcastic and resilient male, I might have even shed a tear, but wasn't one to show vulnerability, especially to Cameron, she would take something like this as a sign I had become a changed man, and that certainly wasn't true. She thought she could make me into some kind of caring guy, who wanted to talk to patients and be nice to everyone in sight, but if she was in my amount of pain all the time, not even she would be nice. As she continued to disregard my feeling, I popped a couple more Vicodin, hoping it could numb the pain of heartbreak.
"…House we can never be together."
I tuned in once again as Cameron finished her long winded speech.
I had to come up with a response. One that didn't show how much I was hurting, and one that sounded just like the man she wanted me to become. Just her boss. Could I even do that? Of course I could. Suppressing feelings was in my nature.
"You're right Dr Cameron," I replied snidely, "That's what I came here to tell you. You better be at work within the hour." I finished sharply, my voice sounding like a razor blade.
"I glad we're agreed" She shrugged, slamming the door in my face.
As I turned around and limped away, I couldn't help but feel my mind with thoughts of Cameron and my heart yearned for more.
Cameron's POV
After slamming the door in House's face I collapsed on the floor resting my back against the door, hoping he didn't hear me, I began to cry, and this crying slowly turned in to sobbing and whimpering. I was all alone and didn't want to be around him anymore. Knowing House he would figure out I was pregnant after being with each other in a room for 5 minutes. But I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him myself. I guess an abortion was the right option for me.
After a 20 minute drive to Princeton Plainsboro hospital, I parked my car and arrived at the diagnostic office. House was nowhere to be seen yet, as usual, (thank God), I didn't know if I could face him yet. Chase and Foreman, who were both like brothers to me, were sat around the table with their morning cups of coffee.
"Morning Cameron, got you a coffee," Chase smiled, as he gestured towards a tall mugs in front of my usual seat. "Are you ok? You look like you've been crying." Chase wondered as he shared a concerned glance with Foreman.
I took my seat and brushed the comment off by simply saying I was fine.
"Thanks for the coffee Chase." I mumbled, as I didn't want him to think I was anything less than my polite normal self.
After a moment or two of silence, House entered the room, not even, making eye contact.
House began listing symptoms for a differential diagnosis, but I couldn't even listen as all I could think about was House himself, and those deep blue eyes I would have wanted our baby to have. I was booked in for an abortion in a week's time. I just had to keep it a secret until then. Suddenly, my train of thought was disrupted by Chase.
"Cameron, what do you think?" Chase pondered aloud, giving me a worried stare with his puppy dog eyes. "You've been abnormally quite." He continued, stating what I didn't want House to know.
"I don't know…" I trailed off. Suddenly I was overcome with a wave of nausea, more specifically morning sickness.
Please, please not now! I begged myself. But there was nothing I could do, I sprung to my feet and dashed to the bin the corner, just noticing Wilson in the doorway. Then, I puked my guts out. What was House going to think?