Howdy everyone! So this is chapter four, as you may have already guessed. It's kind of a biggie because there's quite a bit going on. I like it, I hope you do too!

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Cuddyphobic

Work had been business as usual for both Cameron and House in the week that followed. Although Wilson had been a little more inquisitive than usual and this resulted in him appearing around nearly every corner. He could not fathom how they managed to drink red wine and it not result in catastrophe, but House had been adamant that the meeting had been a great success. And, time permitting they would meet up again before Christmas. Only four months away.

"You're going to go and watch motorbike racing with him?" Wilson questioned quietly. They were sitting in the cafeteria alone on a table, but those surrounding them were packed. Assuming that House did not want this type of news to get around the hospital, Wilson had spoken in whispered tone.

"Ah-ha," House said while taking a bite from his hotdog. "Sorry, did I have to clear it with you first?"

"No but-"

"Do you feel left out?" His voice was sarcastically sinful. "Should I invite Jimmy to the race because we normally do these things together?" Wilson shook his head.

"I'm not upset; I'm just... surprised that you want to spend more time with him." House did not answer at first. He chose to chew on the bread roll a little longer.

"I'm taking advantage of Cameron's brother for my own benefit. That is not surprising to anyone."

Wilson had to agree there.

"True," He replied while shaking a sachet of salt over his fries. "But you like him so this isn't going to be painful for you, is it?"

"No of course not" House said honestly. "He's extremely rich and has good connections. Besides why should I be the one to sever all contacts with Cameron's family? She loves him, and so she should, what's not to like? And honestly..." he said making sure he had Wilson's full attention so he didn't have to speak louder. "I only want to make her happy."

And everything went silent.

On their table anyway. Wilson continued to pour the salt into one place on his plate while staring directly at House. He shook his head.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously" he said also shaking his head. "Don't you remember what it's like to have someone who you liked a lot? Come on Wilson you've been married three times, it can't be that hard to remember one." Wilson sighed while shaking off the tower of salt that only covered three fries.

"I wondered when we would come on to my marriages. Got a little worried you might have overlooked them."

"They are hideously obvious. You can't blame me for bringing them up from time-to-time."

"As a friend I could ask you to refrain from doing it again, but we know that would be a waste of my time."

"Ah, see..." House said with a smile as he reached for his soft drink. "Now you're learning."

Wilson cleared his throat and also reached for his drink.

"Let's go back to the point in hand, Cameron's brother." House rolled his eyes.

"Shoot"

"Is he really the on the board of Whitehall and Marks?"

"I assume so, unless he's a really good scam artist. Or," he paused. "He's insane and only thinks he's on the board of Whitehall and Marks." A smile appeared on House's face. "Which would also be pretty cool."

"Yes, of course..."

"No. He is, I checked this morning on the inter-web. He's got a picture on their website. Head of... uh, something financial, I've forgot."

"Wow." Wilson was stumped, what else was there to add?

"Yeah, wow." House agreed pausing to slurp once more at the fizzy beverage. "Who knew that little Cameron would be related to a millionaire?"

"Do you think Cuddy knows?" House looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Why should she know?"

"She might try and get him to fund the hospital wing that's being built." He paused to use his arms in order to draw an imaginary sign in front of him. "The Cameron wing" House snorted.

"I don't think so, anyway we shouldn't tell Cuddy-"

"Tell me what?"

Both men jolted before looking upwards to their left. Standing at the end of the table was Cuddy, a coffee in one hand, a takeaway salad in the other. House was the first to recover.

"That there's a dirty limerick written about you on the bathroom wall" He threw his hand to his mouth and gasped with exaggeration. "Oh sorry, well you might as well hear it now... there once was a doctor called Cuddy. Who was always constantly horn-"

"How long did it take you to make up said poem?" she said with cold eyes. She was not amused.

"I can't take all the credit," he replied grinning. "Wilson here came up with the gory details..." Wilson looked at him with the stare that the dean of medicine was possessing, but House shrugged them off.

"Perhaps more time in the clinic will prevent you from having time to think up any more poems, what do you think?" He gulped, causing her to smile evilly. "Let's double your hours for this week anyway."

Cuddy took the stunned silence as her chance to leave with the upper hand. Once out of sight Wilson laughed.

"You can't help it, can you?"

"It's your fault. She was coming in from behind me, all you had to do was shut your mouth, give me a heads up or something. But noooo," he said in an over-the-top manner and with theatrical hands. "You had to let me fall into the," he spotted the time on his watch and stuttered. "The, um, oh.."

"What?"

"I've uh, just remembered..." he shook his head and swallowed the last bit of his drink before grabbing his cane. "I've got some test results that should be done for my pat-"

But he'd already left his seat and was busily exiting the cafeteria. Wilson remained confused; he knew better than anybody that House had successfully diagnosed the patient yesterday.

Taking the closest elevator, he travelled up to his office avoiding holding anyone's gaze for too long. Apparently the interns were still apprehensive when they were near him, which if he not been in a rush would have taken advantage of. Today was their lucky day.

The conference room came into view quickly, and House entered through the main door. Chase and Foreman were both reading their own newspaper, and Cameron was sitting at her desk looking through paperwork.

"Hey," he said to no one in particular. "You know what's just occurred to me? We haven't written up the last couple of cases properly."

"You mean you haven't written up the last couple of cases properly." Foreman interjected bitterly, taking a brief breather in his reading. Chase agreed.

"Mine are all up to date."

"And so they should be, you have nothing better to do" Chase took this as a dig at his social life, but to evade any more of House's snappy comments he remained silent. "So I was thinking that we could all do our bit to finish them all. Then you can go home early."

"We can go home early anyway. If we stayed to do your work wouldn't that mean we'd be here later than usual?" House shrugged.

"If you start now..." he tapped his cane impatiently. "Oh, hang on... Cuddy just gave me double hours of clinic... you could do them instead if you like" Chase decided to gain some points with his boss.

"It'll be better than doing files, sure" he picked up his lab coat from the stand while House passed him his name tag. Before he handed it over, he looked Chase in the eye.

"Try not to offend anyone, especially if it concerns Cancer." He gazed over to Foreman who was obviously looking the other way. Chase took the tag and left. Cameron looked at him suspiciously.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked innocently, although she too knew of the time. House thought for a moment.

"I'm sure there are some machines in the path lab that need calibrating..." She nodded and hid a smile before too leaving through the glass door. "So as you disliked the idea so much, you're doing the filing by yourself... see you in a couple of hours." He turned to leave much to Foreman disgust.

"And you will be...?"

"If I told you then you could send Cuddy to come and have a go at me. Like this at least she has to find me first. Bye-ee"

The two jobs would stick long enough for what House had to do. More specifically, what Cameron and House had to do. As he entered the elevator, this time travelling upwards, his girlfriend was already waiting inside.

"Good plan," she muttered softly. He nodded; he did not need the other nurse in the box to get any ideas. The nurse left on the next floor, leaving them alone. "You told Dr. Kennington to be discreet?"

"Yes. I thought about bribing him, but," She gasped. "But I didn't, I didn't. I just told him if anyone found out about the baby before we told them, then I would make the rest of his life a living nightmare. He understood."

"I'm sure that you're quite capable of doing that to anyone." House smiled.

"Aw, thanks." The doors opened and both slowly slid out of the elevator. Looking at every space in the vicinity they crept along the corridor, avoided every eye cast in their direction before opening the door to Dr. Kennington's office.

He glanced up over the modern spectacles and smiled. Cameron had past the doctor several times in the cafeteria in the past and he'd always looked pleasant. Stranger still, as soon as they exchanged eye-contact she felt at ease; comfort was hard to come-by in such a clinically designed room.

"Dr. House and Dr. Cameron." Cameron shook his awaiting hand and they both sat down.

"Thank you for seeing us so soon." He shook his head.

"Not at all; since Dr. House made it quite clear how urgent it was," Cameron glared at him. "I made sure I could fit you in." House just smiled at her. "So, how are you feeling?"

Instinctively she felt her stomach.

"I'm good; a little bit of morning sickness... it started last week, and I'm more tired. But they are normal aren't they?" He nodded.

"Of course. Your body is creating the perfect setting for a new life; it'll take its toll on you." He typed something on the keyboard. "It says here that when you went for a pregnancy test you found out your due date?" She nodded.

"29th March."

"Very good" Dr. Kennington smiled at the screen. "Since you're on the pay-roll your medical history is comprehensive. Nothing here that suggests any concerns," he turned to House. "Any previous history of birth defects, chronic illness, anything like that?"

"No"

"Alright." He got up from his seat behind the desk and headed to the other side of the room. Here was the ominous chair with stirrups, a couple of stools as well as all the necessary equipment behind a curtain. "Well I'll take some blood for some testing. It's necessary for us to check for any STI's that you may have. That does include HIV, but this is just routine."

"I, uh," Cameron stumbled over her words and she shivered. "I've had some HIV testing recently. It should be on my file..." He looked at her and nodded.

"Yes, but as I said it's routine. Sorry." Cameron nodded. She felt the pang of fear as she remembered back to the catalogue of checks that happened months after the first exposure to the blood. House reached for her hand and squeezed it tight, and in that moment she also felt safe again. "Also I need a urine sample before you go."

"Sure"

"And finally" he smiled regretfully. "The dreaded pelvic exam... but let's do the blood first." Cameron got up, House following, and sat in the plastic covered chair, forgoing the need to use stirrups until absolutely necessary. House stood behind her with a watchful gaze. As the needle punctured her skin and vein Dr. Kennington continued talking. "Okay, as a doctor I know you're already fully aware but we'll go through just to make sure. Let's start with food and drink: alcohol?"

"Not anymore"

"...Smoking?"

"Never"

And the questions continued through to food, drugs (causing House to smile sinfully) and other health issues before moving onto the other exams. Once these were all done Cameron was sent off to the bathroom with a bottle leaving House alone with the OB-GYN.

"Is there anything else you're specifically concerned about?" Dr. Kennington asked carefully while typing up his notes.

"Nope, I'm excited." House replied honestly. "But, apart from keeping her hair out of her face when's she's being sick, should I," he fiddled with his cane as he spoke. "Be doing anything else?" Kennington stopped his typing and smiled.

"Be there for her. When she starts crying because there is only one ice cube left, and she will, just comfort her. Be ready for any right-handers that come your way and assume that she's not sleeping enough when at home. One of the most common problems for working women during pregnancy is learning to relax. They have trouble with winding-down. Take any snappy remarks in your stride and above all enjoy the fact that you're going to be a father."

House grinned like a young boy.

"I can do that."

Cameron walked back into the room and past over the vial.

"Do you want these done under a false name?" He asked with a sigh, and both Cameron and House glanced at each other.

"Yes." They said simultaneously causing both of them to laugh.

Kennington smiled and chuckled himself before sending them on their way.

On leaving the OB-GYN area, they casually wandered back to the elevator. Unfortunately they both spotted Cuddy walking down a perpendicular corridor and House, on impulse, pushed both of them into the nearest storeroom.

"Oh god," she muttered distastefully while staring at the door in front, expecting it to be flung open at any moment. "Do you think she saw us?"

"Doubt it she was walking the other way." He smiled. "Close though, wasn't it?" She slapped him on the arm. "Oww-"

"It was too close." Then the obvious occurred to her and she slapped her own forehead. "Do you know how bad this will look when we come out of here, together?"

"We won't walk out together then."

"Sure, a 10 minute gap. Like that hasn't been done before." She sighed and ignored House's raised eyebrows.

"Is that from experience?" Cameron's glare proved it wasn't. "Forget I said anything." He walked over to the left hand cabinet and began to search through the boxes.

"What are you doing?" she asked, moving onto her tiptoes so that she could look over his shoulder. He turned his head so he could see her face and smiled.

"Just looking..." he continued his rummaging.

"For what?"

"Not sure yet" On the top shelf was a grey tub that he picked off to examine it more closely. "A-ha"

In his left hand he pulled out a small brown diary which he clutched tightly before putting the tub back in its place. House gave it to Cameron.

"What is it?" Her voice was curious, and yet without House's say-so she peered inside. The first page, and the next, and the 10 following were blank. She looked back up and sighed. "You've given me an empty notebook. Any reason-"

"No, come here," he took the book back and flicked further on until he spotted a list of names in neat handwriting. She again read over his shoulder. On the left were a set of names, in pairs, and on the right a date.

"Names of doctors..." Cameron gasped as she realised what it was and looked back at House. "Is this a... a list of...?"

"Doctors who've been seen entering store cupboards together? Yes." He flicked through the pages to find a particular date and smiled. "Here look,"

'Dr. Chase – Nurse Townsend – 2/16/04'

She laughed softly.

"That happened before I arrived... How did you even know about this?" He touched the side of his nose twice with a childish grin.

"People assume that I'm too busy thinking about myself to be listening to their conversations. Rooky mistake" Cameron continued to look through the book. "I'll confess. I knew that there was a book but I didn't know where. This was the last store room for me to look in."

"What shall we do with it?"

"We could leave it, write in it or snatch it. As you're my girlfriend and you're pregnant I'll let you choose." She found this amusing.

"How about we leave them a note, and take it with us, we could use it as insurance just in case one of the nurses finds out about something we don't want them too." The rational idea was a good one. House agreed.

He turned back to the shelves and grabbed a pen from the side as well as a piece of paper. Throwing his cane at Cameron, House leant against the door and began to write.

'Dear Nurse/s,

As a doctor it is always unwelcome to be the bearer of bad news, but luckily for me my fellows usually take the brunt of them. As you may have guessed your astonishing book of knowledge is no longer here. But do not worry, I am keeping it safe. Should you feel the need to have the book back, I am sure we can come to some agreement.

Dr. Gregory House and Dr. Allison Cameron

P.S. if you should feel that you should spread rumours... etc. About either myself or Cameron, do expect that you all too soon will find your work day 'unpleasant', which I've been told I am excellent at doing.'

He passed the note to Cameron and threw the pen back to where it belonged.

"Adequate?"

"Certainly." She smiled. "Not sure about my name on the letter though,"

"Want me take to write another without it?" She shook her head and gave him his cane back. With her free hand she picked up the used pen and drew an 'x' underneath her name before letting House fold it neatly and place it back in the tub. House stored the book in his jacket pocket and smiled. "Well this has been a nice outing. We should do it again sometime."

"Yes we should." She smiled. "What are you up to for the rest of the day?"

"Hiding from Cuddy and Foreman... you don't have to calibrate centrifuges, it was a lame suggestion."

"It'll beat finishing your filing. I'm guessing you gave that delightful job to Foreman?"

"Of course, he should really keep his cutting remarks to himself."

Cameron wasn't so sure, but she left her own feelings bubbling below the surface for now. Instead she kissed House upon the lips, making him smile, before reaching for the door handle.

"See you later round mine?" She asked softly.

House, still mesmerised by the kiss, nodded obediently and watched her leave through the door. This obviously meant that he had to stay put for at least 10 minutes. He sighed and leant against a broken gurney.

After the time ticked away on his leather watch, House removed himself discretely from the storeroom and headed to the elevators like he'd intentionally set out to do. Down one floor he found himself in his favourite hideout: Coma guy's room was always welcoming at this time of day.

Half way through a repeat of General hospital, (Jason was fighting the urge to kill Ric after seeing him with Sam) Wilson appeared in the doorway.

"You do know Cuddy's out to get you, don't you?" House smiled and nodded. "And she knows about this place?"

"And because she knows that I know that she knows about it, it would be silly of me to hide here. Therefore she won't look because even she knows I'm not that stupid."

"But you are here, so..." Wilson squinted his eyes. "So you are that stupid?" House shrugged.

"Does it seem a stupid idea to you?"

"I'm not sure yet." He walked in and slid the door closed. "Wait until I've got my head around it properly." He sat in the other spare visitors chair next to House. "Do you know why she's hunting you down?"

"Is it because she's sexually frustrated?" Wilson cringed. "I guess it's because I've got Chase doing my clinic duty and Foreman doing my files."

"Actually it's because you didn't turn up for your second meeting with your lawyer. You've got Chase doing your hours?"

"Crap." He muttered. "I forgot about that. Oh well... yeah I thought Chase would learn to gain a better bedside manner. Turns out it's already pretty good, so this extra work is just to annoy him."

"And the stuff about Foreman doing your filing?"

"That's true too. He has got a bad approach to paperwork. I thought it would sort him out." He sighed. "Oh dear, I made a boo-boo. One out of three ain't bad."

"So what did you do with dear old number three?"

"Cameron is calibrating centrifuges."

"Did you think she needed more practice?" Wilson asked doubtfully.

"Nope, she went of her own accord. I knew I'd picked well when I chose her." House realised that there was now a break in the adverts and so picked up his orange vial from the cabinet beside him and dry-swallowed a pill.

"If I remember correctly wasn't it her-?"

"Ah, ah, ah" House butted in with an outstretched palm. "No need for the details. I remember well enough thank you." He looked at his friend with quizzical eyes. "Haven't you got work to do?"

"Not for another hour. I came here to warn you that the Dean was on the prowl." House showed a sympathetic face.

"Isn't that what friends are for? To warn them if a monster of such evil is hunting them down?" He tapped him on the shoulder. "I'm glad I can call you a friend."

The television flickered and then went blank causing both doctors to stare at it for a few moments doing nothing. House flicked the 'on' switch on the remote several times but it was unresponsive. All was silent.

"Aw, not fair." House muttered.

"It was a repeat anyway-" In the quiet seconds that followed House was sure he could hear something. It occurred to him just as it was getting louder. Wilson stared at him as he too worked out who was responsible for the noise. "Cuddy," he whispered before heading towards the door.

They both crept, House with his cane clutched in an iron grip and Wilson objectless, towards the glass panel. All was clear. Quickly they slid the sliding door open and noticed that a pink shirt tail was poking out from behind the wall that connected with the round desk on that floor. They had little time to move, but they did, choosing to go in the opposite direction. Her voice was clear to those wishing not to hear it.

"...Room 2124? How predictable... thank you."House glared at Wilson and spotted the ladies toilets up ahead. Acting not thinking, the pair scrambled inside- much to the horror of a twenty-year old woman just about to leave.

"Sorry" Wilson babbled, although he could only hear his ragged breath and rapid heartbeat thumping in his ears.

"Phew," House muttered before walking towards the basins. "That was close."

"Close?!" Wilson said exploding on the spot. "Why am I here? Why am I even in the ladies' bathroom with you?"

"Because," House replied calmly while washing his hands with the lavender soap and hot water. "The stuff I said about friendship earlier was true. Friends stick together."

An older woman wandered out from one of the cubicles behind him and shrieked hysterically. Wilson, still in a lab coat, ran over to her.

"It's okay, sorry we're doctors and there was nowhere close enough to wash our hands. It was an emergency." House, watching the event unfold in the mirror, hid a smile. She took the hint, and washed her own fingers quickly before leaving. Wilson sighed and noticed that all the remaining doors showed vacant. "At least there are no more people to give a heart attack too now."

House agreed.

"Hey this soap is good. Smell," he shoved his palm in Wilson's face so the scent of lavender entered his nostrils. He couldn't argue.

"Yeah it's nice. It's also feminine." House scowled in disagreement.

"Can women actually own the scent of soap? Isn't it just a-" House stopped speaking, knowing the inevitable was already upon them.

Cuddy's voice carried. In fact it carried well enough that the two men could hear her standing outside the toilets, quite a few feet away.

"She's coming in," Wilson cried; he was now well past the emotion of fear. House too felt his pulse quicken and looked apprehensively at the front door.

"There's only one thing to do," he muttered distastefully.

"I'm so sorry," Cuddy said politely, although silently fuming. "I'll check for you," she pushed on the swing door and followed the 'z' shaped route into the washroom area. To her left were three basins, and to her right five cubicles. There was nowhere else to hide. Her high-heeled pumps clicked against the tiled floor as she curled her back in order to see under the door. The third one revealed a pair of brown brogues. She smiled.

"Okay," she said with a deep breath. "Open the door, you're surrounded."

The white door swung slowly with a creak on its hinges to reveal Wilson standing in front of House, while the second doctor stood delicately on top of the lidded toilet, half-crouching to avoid being able to be seen over the top. The cane was hooked over the wall and his hands were in mock surrender.

"Firstly I want to know how you managed to get up there; secondly I hope you're not writing any sort of dirty verse about me on the wall; and finally I want your opinion." Cuddy paused to refrain from laughing and compose herself. "Do you think I should tell Cameron about how I found you and Wilson in a ladies toilet cubical?" House lent on Wilson's shoulders in order to get down. Grabbing the cane with his spare hand, he stepped back out into the main area following the other doctor. Cuddy tapped her foot impatiently. "Do I get an explanation?"

"We thought about cross-dressing, but decided it would've taken the joke too far." Cuddy rubbed her face and let out a squeal of frustration. Both men jumped; they had never heard or seen her like this before.

"Right" She looked at the oncologist. "You may leave, assuming this wasn't your idea"

"No... No, no it wasn't" Wilson stuttered hoping she believed him. House rolled his eyes.

"It was totally my idea." She nodded and let Wilson run out the door. "Well, well alone in the girls' room. If only I was single, we could've had-"

"Shut up." She said without emotion. No elevated voice, no growl, no nothing. It scared him more and so he did as he was told. "I heard about your little delegation game with Foreman and Chase earlier. I also noticed you missed your appointment today. Now I hear a certain nurse is after you, now why would that be I wonder?"

"I don't-"

"I don't care what you know, or do not know for that matter. I am assuming that you do know, and that you are lying to me. It is easier that way." She moved a step forwards and, even though the height difference was clearly apparent, she intimidated him. "Everybody lies. Right, House?"

He nodded twice in agreement.

"Tomorrow I have three major benefactors attending our August conference. They will be visiting all the departments both tomorrow and Thursday, just to see where there money is going. It would be a shame for them to find a doctor not doing his job, don't you agree?" He nodded again. "I thought you might. But then again, I've been too weak all too often recently. I've assumed too much. I've assumed you'll do your job, not intimidate patients and treat your co-workers with dignity. But everybody's wrong sometimes. So I've come to a conclusion on how to deal with you." She smiled, but it wasn't embracing. "And you have no say in the matter; understood?"

Another quick too-and-throw of the head showed how willing he was. Of course he agreed; he had no option but to agree. He was in deep trouble this time and, unlike normally when she resembled his mother's punishments, this time Cuddy was more like his father. This scared him even more.

She stepped closer to the doorway. He managed to clear his throat and ask the most obvious question.

"And how will you deal with me?"

T.B.C...

Awww, I left it on a cliff hanger there didn't I? Not to worry, I'll update soon. In the meantime if you could review I'd be extremely happy. Thanks!