a/n: Thank you everybody for your wonderful comments! I'm glad to see this fic is getting off to such a well received start. I hope chapter two doesn't disappoint.

Warning: There is a part during the dinner scene where Chase and Foreman say some very gross things. If you have weak stomach, skip the three paragraphs when Chase brings up "flesh eating bacteria".

"I think you are in the wrong hospital." House commented when he spotted the blond haired Aussie walking into the diagnostics room. "I work with the other Dr. Chase. You both are pretty, but she's more pleasing to the eye."

"Great to see you too House. Not that it is really any of your business, but I had time for lunch and thought I would surprise my wife. Of course I can give you your surprise after lunch if you want it bad enough."

"Don't flatter yourself. I've had way better." He noticed Chase still standing there, looking around and obviously waiting for something. "Does that train of thought of yours have a caboose?"

"I'm also here because I couldn't help but be curious about the strange message you left me."

"I haven't left you any messages." House's words denied, but the look in his face took all the credit.

"I know something that you don't?"

"Oops, did I send that to you? My bad. That was for someone else."

Chase shook his head. "Fine, I don't have time for guessing games right now. We'll play later. Any idea where Cameron is?"

House tapped his fingers on his chin as if he were playing a piano. "Hmm, I think I just saw her go into the bathroom around the corner. I'd wait for her there. Boy will she be surprised." He let out another malevolent little laugh.

Chase knew when something was up, but decided he didn't want to know what was going on at the moment. He already had too many distractions. "This was great. We must talk like this again sometime."

"Now go away before I am forced to taunt you a second time." House ordered.

Chase chuckled a bit as he stepped around the corner to wait outside of the ladies room. He had to admit, talking with House was never boring. He guessed there was a good 50/50 chance that Cameron was actually in that bathroom given the source of information. He would wait two minutes and then continue the search elsewhere.

"I think you are in the wrong hospital."

"House already used that one. Try again."

Foreman held out his hand. "Good to see you man. What are you doing here?"

Chase returned the handshake and smile. "Officially, I'm here to take my wife to lunch. Unofficially, I've been noticing some strange behavior and thought I should check it out."

Foreman was definitely intrigued. "I've been noticing some strange things myself. What have you possibly seen from that other hospital?"

"Allison is acting all weird and distant and has been blaming it on work. She's been having terse conversations on the phone for the last day with your wife. The final straw though was when House left me a strange message."

"You know something is there if House has interest. Usually he's too bored to care. I think Pamela is hiding something too. She's been a bit strange since her and Cameron had lunch together yesterday."

Chase smiled as an idea popped into his head. "I actually get to leave work on time today. How about we all go out and you and I try to figure out what our ladies are up to?"

Foreman smirked in agreement. "We are overdue for a night out. I'll give Pamela a call. If she protests then I know something is up."

As the two men were finalizing plans a very queasy Cameron came out of the bathroom. She was surprised all right to see her husband talking with Foreman, but she was more irritated than pleased. "Why are you here?"

"Uh, glad to see you too," a confused Chase said before kissing her on the cheek. He felt how warm it was and held up his hand to her forehead. "You're warm. You feeling sick?"

"I'm better now," she said now turning on the charm. "I'm sure it was just something not agreeing with me. Maybe some lunch will make me feel better. Is that why you are here?"

"Are you sure? Maybe you should lie down."

"No, I need some food. You up for lunch Foreman?"

"Sure, I'll join you both if you don't mind. That way we can confirm our plans."

"Plans?"

"Yes, we are going out with Pamela and Foreman tonight." Chase informed her.

"We are?" Cameron switched to annoyed mode again. "I'm not sure I'll be up to it."

"Come on, this is the first night off I've had in a while and you yourself said it's only a little bug."

Cameron reluctantly smiled, knowing she had to keep up her front. "Yes, you're right, we're overdue. I'd love to go out." She felt another small wave of sickness and knew she needed food now. "Let's get some lunch. I don't have a lot of time."

As the three headed for the cafeteria Cameron couldn't avoid mulling over the fact she would have to say something relatively soon. She wasn't that good an actress and she would only be able to hold up this happy front for so long. She was miserable and she wanted everyone to know it.

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House waltzed into Cuddy's office as usual without announcement. She didn't even look up to acknowledge him. Sure, she had grown too comfortable throughout the years of his antics and probably let him get away with them more than she should. "I don't have time House. I have to be in Dr. Stetson's office in ten minutes."

"Fertility specialist? I thought you had given up on that."

"Yeah, well the cold lonely winter has me thinking about it again."

House found his window of opportunity and jumped through it with glee. "Wow, since we're on the subject of babies, did you know Cameron is pregnant?"

Cuddy was surprised to have missed that one. "She is? Wow, I hadn't heard. Usually Brenda has the rumor mill lit up by now."

"No one knows but her and me. Even Chase doesn't know."

Cuddy grabbed her head, wondering what the House diabolical scheme was now. "I have a hard time believing that Cameron only told you and swore you to secrecy. Did you break into yet another staff locker? I swear I need to install surveillance cameras. I guess I'm not too worried though. Once Cameron finds out she will make your life miserable."

"Who knows, maybe you and her can have dual baby showers. It will certainly save us some time plus you two would look so cute together."

"Yeah, well I don't have my hopes up. The last three times have failed, so I'm not holding my breath."

"You know, there is still the natural option." House didn't want to let that potential opportunity slide by either.

"That didn't work also, remember?"

"Yeah, but it is so much more fun to try. Fertility treatments in a doctor's office are so cold and impersonal. You need the Dr. House touch."

Somehow she managed to actually give him a flattered smile even though the sexual harassment was blatant. How did House always manage to do that? She got up to leave. "Nice try, but I've got an appointment to go to. When it becomes common knowledge, give Cameron my congratulations. She is going to be so miserable to work with over the next several months. My complete sympathies are with Dr. Foreman right now."

"You don't know what you're missing," he shouted as she headed out the door. "Oh wait, you do know. In that case, I'll be waiting in my office."

"Get bent." She said and walked off.

"Oh yes, she will be mine," House said to himself as he ogled the large behind clomping away from him.

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"You feeling up to this?"

"Yes, I'm looking forward to it."

Chase could see through her fake enthusiasm, but allowed it without question. The droopy eyelids, the discomfort in the way she walked, and her shakiness when he held her hand. He would have insisted she stay home if he didn't know she was hiding something.

Pamela and Foreman were already at the steakhouse waiting for them when they arrived. "Sorry we're late." Chase apologized.

"No problem. We were just enjoying a glass of wine. They have a house Zinfandel here that is fantastic. Allow me to pour?"

Foreman grabbed the bottle and poured each Chase and Cameron a glass. They took their glasses back seeming pleased with the contents, although Cameron only pretended to take a sip. She wished she hadn't even pretended. The fruity aroma was making her want to hurl.

Pamela noticed Cameron's avoidance and knew she would have to do some clever covering for her friend this evening.

Not long after the menus arrived and everyone mulled over their choices with deep delight, except Cameron. It took everything she had not to go into dry heaves. The mere thought of red meat in general made her ill, let alone a steak prepared with blue cheese or teriyaki sauce like what her friends were considering.

"I recommend just about anything on the menu." Foreman said. "This is one of our favorite places to eat." Pamela smiled in agreement, trying to put up her front even though she had the knowledge that the person next to her could barf at any moment.

"You first Cameron." Foreman insisted when it was time to order.

"Uh, I still can't decide. I'll go last." She tried to tune everyone out as even the mention of their dishes was threatening to push her over the edge. She wasn't sure how she was going to deal with the smell when the food actually arrived. "Ma'am, for you?"

"I'll have a side of long grain rice," she ordered with a satisfied smile as she handed over the menu. Looks of confusion from everyone, especially the waiter, enveloped her.

"I'm not hungry," she defended not so skillfully.

"She hasn't been feeling well." Chase said in hopes of backing her up. After all, isn't that what husbands were supposed to do? Of course that was all part of the plan, to throw her off guard. Now he was going to start some trouble.

Chase grabbed his glass of wine and raised it in a toast. "To good times." Everyone raised their glasses to join him, but the corner of his eye carefully gauged Cameron's actions. He noticed the wine touching her lips, but not going down and the slight change in her coloring as she moved the glass away. Sure, that could easily be due to the touch of the flu, but her eyes revealed the issue to be much different. She was more than physically repulsed by the wine. She was actually scared to consume any, as if it might harm her.

Chase turned to his former colleague. "Foreman, I had a case this week of flesh eating bacteria that was so stomach churning that even you couldn't take it."

Foreman knew he was going somewhere with this and chose to play along. "You know nothing can break through my iron stomach. Describe it."

Chase described every graphic and gory detail, especially harping on the very strange color of the pus oozing out of the wound and surrounding tissue. Pamela saw Cameron clutch her stomach and grabbed her hand underneath the table in support.

Foreman started describing the most disgusting case he ever had in medical school, which involved a body in such bad decay all that was left for the autopsy was black liquid. As soon as he used the pathology term of "soup", Cameron quickly shot up.

"Please excuse me. Pamela, ladies room?"

Pamela nodded in fast agreement and got up to join her. They tried to walk at a normal pace, but Chase and Foreman both noticed as they got farther away Cameron breaking into a sprint.

"What sort of stomach flu would cause a doctor to get grossed out like that?" Foreman wondered.

Chase shrugged. "Stomach flu isn't this chronic. The only reasonable explanation would be-"

Chase began to choke. Foreman was now stunned as he watched Chase's eyes pop wide open and his face turn the same shade of pale white that Cameron's had been lately. He was really worried that whatever she had was now contagious. "Chase, what's wrong?"

"Give me a minute." He told Foreman barely holding it together. He was having his House like epiphany. He remembered the 'incident' a few weeks back with the faulty condom. Stomach flu doesn't last for three days. She won't drink wine and she didn't have any of the coffee he made this morning. Not to mention the strange behavior and general fatigue. She was a terrible actress. Why didn't she want him to know?

"I've seen that look before," Foreman said watching his friend. "It's the one House gets all time when he has his eureka moment. Spit it out. What is it?"

"Has she had any regular coffee in the last few days?" Chase asked with shaky voice.

"No, as a matter of fact she got House..." Foreman's eyes now got real wide. "Chase, did they not teach you about the birds and the bees in health class at that Aussie school of yours?"

Chase couldn't come back with anything clever. He dropped his forehead into his right hand and shook his head in disbelief.

"Chase? You okay?"

"I'm...I'm fine," he answered a still rather shell shocked. He leaned back in his chair, trying to comprehend the enormous discovery.

The impromptu diagnosis session was interrupted by Pamela and Cameron's return. Cameron actually looked a little perkier, better than her husband now.

Chase sat up straight and instantly chugged down his entire glass of wine. He handed the empty glass over to Foreman for a refill. Foreman complied and filled it up, then gave himself more as well. He couldn't blame Chase for his reaction. He would have done the same thing.

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Most of the way home Chase didn't say a word. He patiently waited for Allison to fess up, but there was no such luck. The rice must not have agreed with her, because she was leaning back with her eyes closed, one hand on her forehead and the other on her stomach.

Chase got an idea to get her to tell the truth. It was cruel, but he needed to know the reason why she didn't want to tell him. "House told me." He said playing it very straight.

"Told you about what?"

"Don't play dumb with me. I'm smarter than that. He couldn't wait to call me and tell me after it happened."

"He called you? Why?"

"His conscience is clearer than yours."

Cameron now grabbed her head with both hands, wondering what House was up to now. "Whatever he told you, he's lying."

"He's lying? He isn't the one acting all suspicious. He isn't trying to hide anything."

"What are you insinuating? You think House and I are having an affair?"

"You said it, not me."

Cameron couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What did he tell you?"

"I know something that you don't."

"That's ridiculous. He wasn't telling you anything. He was only teasing and lord knows why."

"It means something."

"You aren't trusting me? Why would I lie to you?"

"You tell me. Why would you lie?" Of course he was referring to something else, but she didn't know it.

Cameron threw her arms up in the air. "You're acting crazy! You are my husband. I would never have an affair with..." She was forced to stop there when she started gagging.

"Pull over, now!" She shouted in desperation. Chase did as instructed. She leaned out the open door and proceeded to expel her dinner. He helped by holding her hair away from her face and rubbing her back.

When Cameron finished she busted out into tears and buried her head into his chest. "I can't take this anymore. I can't do this."

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and gently kissed the top of her head. "You've got 8 more months of this. I'll be there to help you through it every step of the way."

She pulled away in total surprise and met him face to face. "You know?"

"How can I not? The signs are so damn obvious. Why didn't you want to tell me?"

She shamelessly slumped back into her seat. "I haven't accepted it myself. I was afraid you wouldn't either. We didn't exactly plan this."

"No, we didn't." He pulled her chin towards him so she could see the honesty in his brilliant eyes. "But I couldn't be happier."

"Easy for you to say," she said with a frown. "Your body isn't going to rot."

"This is why I admire you all the more for it. The nausea will get better eventually. The bigger you get, the more beautiful you will be."

She let out an amused smile. "Suck up. You're just trying to be nice so I'll let you touch me again."

Chase's expression turned suggestive. "You know, we can have no worries sex now. Protection is no longer an issue."

"I might be up for that. You better get us home quick though, before the nausea comes back.

He took his place behind the wheel and threw the car into drive. "We are there."

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a/n: I apologize for the gross talk at the dinner, but they had to get really gross to push Cameron over the edge. I borrowed just about the grossest thing I have seen on television and came up with the black 'soup' from an old CSI episode. The only time I've ever gagged watching television. Also, and this one should be obvious, did anyone spot the Monty Python reference? I used them a lot in the last fic so I will try to in this one.