Sorry if I disappointed anyone with the previous chapter but I never intended for this to be a baby-fic. However, just because there is no baby, does not mean things can't work out for the best. On with the chapter!
Cameron spent the rest of the work-day helping out in the Immunology wing. She just needed some time away from Diagnostics and the inconsiderate bastard that ran the department.
God, he thought I was pregnant and that thought was enough to ruin his life? Asshole.
At 6:30 p.m., Cameron made her way back to the office and gathered her belongings. On her way to the elevator, she noticed that House's blinds were still shut. She just kept on walking past his office, onto the elevator, out the hospital doors, into her car, through her apartment door, and into bed.
House remained in his office, playing with his Gameboy, until he noticed that he was sitting in complete darkness. He rose from his chair, grabbed his cane and jacket, and headed to his bike. During the 10-minute bike ride to his intended destination, House mulled over the events of this strange day.
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House found himself setting foot on the front lawn of James Wilson's condominium. He retrieved the spare key that was conveniently and idiotically hidden under a rock. He opened the door and found his best friend seated on the couch, watching a basketball game with a beer in hand. House limped to the coffee table where the remote control was located and immediately pressed the power button cutting the only source of sound in the room.
"Hey! I was watching tha-"
"- It was Cameron." House interrupted his friend with an abrupt tone.
"What was Cameron?"
"Cameron, the symptoms. They're hers."
"Cameron's your patient?" Wilson was slightly lost.
"No, she's the one with the symptoms." House dropped himself into the chair that faced the sofa.
"Cameron and the patient both have the same symptoms?"
"No, Cameron was the one with the symptoms and there was no patient."
"Wait. Cameron's pregnant?"
"No, she just had the symptoms that weren't symptoms at all actually."
"Cameron was symptomatic and asymptomatic?"
"Yes."
"Uh-huh." Wilson had the cliché look of confusion on his face complete with furrowed eyebrows and a raised upper lip. "Bad news, I'm confused. Good news, you've almost reached the Anne Heche echelon of crazy."
With a sigh, House attempted to explain the situation to his daft friend. "Just try your hardest to refrain from speaking until I'm done. Cameron and I bumped uglies about a month ago and recently the warning signs began to pop up: the vomiting, the glow, etc. etc. Then this morning, Wesley Snipes and Crocodile Dundee made a comment about pregnancy and it all connected so perfectly. So then I spoke with you and it was confirmed. So then I went to her…"
"Uh-oh."
"...yeah, pretty much. She's not pregnant and now she hates my guts."
"Why is that?" Wilson wasn't even sure that he wanted to hear the answer.
"Well, I practically abandoned all responsibility and might've implied that being a dad would be the end of my life." House crossed both arms behind his head and leaned back in the chair. "Oh, and I possibly offered to take her to an abortion clinic."
"Is that all?" Wilson was dreading a response.
"Should there be more?"
After a few moments of silence, Wilson presumed it was his turn to talk. "And you need me to tell you…what exactly?"
"What I need to do to avoid a lawsuit or even worse…an interview process."
"Firstly, you'll need to apologize for being such an ass. Second, make sure she's doing alright. You might've scared the poor girl and she's definitely hurting. The third step is, well,…make-up sex. Tell me how it goes, especially the last part." Wilson finished with a wink.
"You disgust me," said House as he grabbed his friend's half-finished bottle of beer from the table and took a swig.
After a minute, Wilson spoke again. "You must feel pretty relieved, huh?"
Wilson's question was met with silence. House was deep in thought as he considered what he could possibly say to Cameron to make her forget about the whole thing. "What?"
"I said, you must feel relieved…right?"
"Oh yeah, of course…" He must feel thankful that this 'close call' was nothing more than his presumptuously overactive mind at work. Nothing could be worse than bringing my spawn into this world, House thought. "…there's a lot of relief…being felt over here."
"Uh-huh." A sly grin made its way onto Wilson's face.
"Don't." House glared at his friend in a forewarning gesture; he was in no mood for this psychoanalytical bullshit.
"What? I didn't do anything." Wilson couldn't clear the smirk from his lips or the twinkle from his eyes.
"I know what you're thinking in that pea-sized brain of yours and you're wrong. I'm not in a proper state of mind right now. I feel the same as I did that one time we went on that roller coaster with…"
"…the one with the yellow…?" questioned the baffled oncologist.
"…yeah, and the seven loopy…" House made a downward spiral gesture with his pointer finger.
"… oh yeah!" Wilson wagged a pointed finger toward his friend as the memory came back. "My, that wasn't our smartest moment."
"I'd say. I think it was the pre-ride cotton candy feast that really did us in," said House as he scratched his head with a twisted expression on his face.
"Hey! You're avoiding the issue," admonished Wilson. "Were you…looking forward to having a baby?"
"Are you crazy? Could you imagine me with a child, playing happy family with Miss 'Daffodils and Dandelions' over there?" House pointed toward the front door as if Cameron was standing on the other side. One thing he did know was that he needed to leave before this conversation turned serious.
"And you're still evading," Wilson pointed out.
"Okay, you got me. I was genuinely excited for this baby."
The oncologist took the bait. "Really? Was it just the idea of having a baby or was it the idea of Cameron having your baby?"
"Actually it was option 3, the idea of seeing Cameron's jugs grow to an obscene size."
"Fine, make jokes. But the longer you bottle it all up, the worse you'll feel."
"Funny. That's the exact warning I got from my proctologist," said House as he left Wilson's place in a huff.
Sometimes, Wilson wondered why he even bothered.
A/N: It's me again! Just wanted to let you guys know that I truly appreciate all of you that follow this story and who comment on the chapters but I would really really really appreciate a little more love as in more reviews. I honestly don't know if anyone's following it anymore so if you guys could just let me know what you think; constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome (so are compliments, hehe). I want to make this story the best it can be and I love reading your reviews!
