Hi everyone, thank you all for your lovely reviews for the last chapter…They made me so happy reading them :) Oh and *gets ready to duck flying objects* I just thought that I should point out that House is NOT Alex's biological father *ducks* I know that a lot of you are going to hate me now (particularly Sarah and VisualIDentificationZeta) but I agree with what Gummyworms said, I think it'll mean more when House and Cam get together (yes, WHEN not IF) because it means House is doing it because he genuinely wants to be with Cameron, not because he feels compelled to because of his child.

Alex's father isn't really important to this story, but if any of you were wondering, it's the guy that was friends with Cameron's husband. You remember? I think his name was Joe, the one she had feelings for but never got together with while her hubby was alive, because well, Cameron is just awesome.

Anyway, I hope I haven't upset too many of you, and I hope you still enjoy this chapter.

Somewhere Only We Know

Chapter Eleven

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"Would you know my name

If I saw you in heaven

Will it be the same

If I saw you in heaven

I must be strong, and carry on

Cause I know I don't belong

Here in heaven"

...

The following morning, Eric Foreman found himself staring incredulously at the two blonde doctors across from him.

"You're getting married?"

Chase smiled, nodding as he pulled his arm around Macy…The pair looking ridiculously happy as they sat across from Foreman in the conference room. The neurologist shook his head momentary, trying to figure out something to say. He had serious doubts about the news that he had just been told. Chase and Macy hadn't even been dating all that long, and he also remembered the issues that Chase's earlier marriage to Cameron had caused the department.

He sighed to himself, before smiling, deciding to stop it with all his negativity and just be happy for them. "Congratulations you two, really." He smiled genuinely, before it turned serious. "Just be careful though, working together in such a close proximity can destroy a marriage…"

"We know, so I've already given Doctor House my two weeks notice." Macy injected, sensing Foreman's nervousness. "He just hasn't told anyone yet so Doctor Cuddy doesn't make him hire a replacement."

Foreman rolled his almond orbs. That certainly sounded like House. He opened his mouth to congratulate the pair once again, when he was cut off by the sounds of humming, along with the unmistakeable thudding sound of a cane.

"Good mornin', good mornin'…" House sang happily as he limped into the conference room, the three other doctors wondering what the hell he was high on this time.

"Good mornin' to you..." The diagnostician continued to sing, "…and you, and you, and you." He finished, addressing each of them individually.

Chase had to resist the urge to laugh. "Someone's happy."

"And someone's still trying to pass himself off as a natural blonde." House tossed back, sitting down at the table and letting out an audible yawn.

God he was tired.

A smirk danced across Foreman's lips as he studied the older man. "Big night?"

"Cuddy had me up all night watching animal porn." House explained in a blatant lie. "Can't say that I'm into it personally, but who am I to judge what gets someone in the mood?"

Foreman almost had to laugh when he saw Macy cringe, obviously not pleased about having to imagine House and Cuddy in that kind of sexual situation…Well, any kind of sexual situation.

"We've been sued again by the way." She told her boss, obviously trying her best to change the topic. "It's the tenth time since I've been here. If you'd just be nice to patients…"

"Ugh. You're giving me a headache." House injected in annoyance.

Chase threw him a look. "Then take a Vicodin."

"Don't mind if I do." House started, suddenly frowning when he realized that they weren't in his pocket. "Hhmm…Must have left them at home."

"You left them at home?" Foreman asked him incredulously, turning to Chase who had an equally shocked expression plastered across his face. "You never leave them at home. What the hell is up with you?"

"Don't you three have a patient to test?" House grumbled in annoyance, wanting desperately to get away from their interrogation.

The three younger doctors continued to watch him suspiciously, before standing and making their way out of the conference room in search of their patient.

"Finally." House sighed to himself, slowly standing and making his way into his office.

He needed a nap desperately. A smirk danced across his lips as he recalled his and Cameron's actions the night before…It was the smirk of a ten-year-old boy that had just discovered his Dad's Playboy collection.

He pulled the blinds closed, settled himself down in his chair, and it wasn't long before sleep found him.

...

James Wilson wandered curiously into his friend's office. He'd been on his way to lunch, however when Foreman had told him that House had somehow forgotten his Vicodin, the oncologist decided that he needed to investigate.

He rolled his eyes as he walked in and saw House asleep, his head resting on his desk, as small snoring sounds escaped from his mouth. He walked around to pull his blinds open, and the sudden brightness caused the sleeping man to suddenly jolt his head up in alarm.

"I wasn't sleeping!" He said quickly, looking around the room. "I was testing the keyboard for drool resistance."

"Don't worry, it's not Cuddy." Wilson smirked as he went to sit across from his friend.

House grumbled, not entirely happy about being woken up. "This had better be important."

"Foreman told me that you left your Vicodin at home today." The oncologist questioned as his friend rolled his crystal blues. "What the hell is going on with you?"

House sighed and hung his head…deep down he knew that it was always going to come to this. "I slept with Cameron last night."

Wilson scoffed. "Yeah, and I discovered a cure for cancer."

"Seems like it was a productive night for the both of us then."

Wilson's brows were in danger of disappearing into his hairline. "Oh my God." He gasped. "You're serious aren't you? You really did sleep with her?"

"Yep." House quipped, sitting up in his chair proudly. "And it rocked."

The oncologist opened and closed his mouth. Then opened it again, and closed it…Not quite sure what to say. "What does this mean?"

"I don't know." House sighed ruefully. He really didn't know.

"What about Cuddy?"

"I don't know." The diagnostician repeated, looking around his office, at a complete loss of what to do next.

Both men stayed quiet for a good few minutes, before House spoke up. "Brad Pitt could have been happy with Jen, but he stupidly left her for Angie." Wilson quirked a brow at his friend, but stayed quiet. "You see Brad did care about Angie, and they had this built up sexual tension, but when that simmered out, he realized that there wasn't really anything else there."

Wilson nodded slowly, hoping that he was following his friend. "So you're saying that you didn't realize…" He paused to shake his head. "Sorry, Brad didn't realize just how much Jen meant to him until he'd gotten Angie and their built up sexual tension out of his system?"

"Precisely."

"Well if I were Brad…" The oncologist began, hoping that he was giving the right advice. "I'd tell Jen how I felt."

...

Cameron pushed her long, dark curls behind her ears as she finished up the patient chart she was working on. She'd made a new personal best with the amount of patients she'd seen through the day. She knew inwardly that she'd been trying to distract herself from thinking about what she and House had done the night before, however it hadn't been working. Her mind had unwillingly drifted back to him every few minutes.

She was suddenly brought from her thoughts when she felt someone's presence near her, and she quickly relaxed when she realized that it wasn't House. She didn't think that she could handle it right at that moment if he were to go down there. There were so many things they needed to address, and that terrified her.

She looked up to see who was standing near her. "Doctor Cuddy." She smiled nervously. She relaxed slightly where she noticed that the older woman was smiling. She must not have found out yet.

"Hi Cameron." She smiled. "I just thought that I'd let you know that if you're still interested in the head of immunology job, it's all yours."

"Really?" The immunologist asked her in surprise. "Thank you so much. I can't tell you how long I've been wanting this job."

"I know, and I couldn't think of a better applicant for the job." Cuddy smiled. "You're free to switch departments just as soon as we get the paper work in order."

Cameron couldn't help bet smile. "Thank you."

Cuddy offered her a small nod and smiled, however instead of walking away she left out a long, audible sigh.

"Are you okay?" Cameron asked her, realizing that there was something up with her boss.

"It's just Greg." The dean of medicine sighed ruefully. "He's been so withdrawn lately, and I feel so terrible because I tried to blame it on you. But in reality, I know that I have nobody to blame but myself."

Cameron gulped. She really felt like a bitch. "Lisa…"

"No really, it was my fault." Cuddy injected guiltily. "I just kept pushing him, even when I knew how wrong it was. I pushed him to make more of a commitment to me, to Rachel." She paused to let out another sigh. "I've known Greg for a long time, I should have known that he isn't capable of committing to one person let alone a family." Cameron watched on in a complete loss of what to say or do as a lone tear fell from her boss' eye. "And that's where I made my biggest mistake. I put him ahead of Rachel, and as much as I love him, as much as I've always loved him, that never should have happened. She's a child. She needs a family…But I tried to push Greg into that role when I knew deep down that it was never going to work."

Cameron nodded slowly, the pain on the other woman's face breaking her heart. All of the reasons that things would never work between her and House were staring her right in the face, glistening strongly within Cuddy's irises.

"Look at me." Cuddy laughed, wiping away the single tear that fell from her eye. "Breaking down in the ER."

"Don't worry about it." Cameron smiled genuinely. "I think House has caused us all to have one of those breakdowns once in a while."

Cuddy offered her a grateful smile. "Thank you. I'll let you get back to that chart." She turned to leave. "Have a good day doctor Cameron."

And then she was gone.

Cameron's eyes remained locked on the hall that Cuddy had disappeared down, and she didn't think that she could move. Confliction welled up again, and she no longer knew what to do. Cuddy's words had cut through her faster and harder than she thought was physically possible.

Suddenly, her gaze became ensnarled by a sight that she hadn't been expecting.

Oh no.

She gulped as she watched House make his way over to her, an unreadable expression plastered across his face.

"Have time to join me in the park for lunch?" He asked her, coming to rest his elbows on the counter across from her.

Cameron shook her head quickly, her conversation with Cuddy still fresh in her mind. "No."

It was her tone that caught House. It was cold, brutal almost. He frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She looked back down to the chart in front of her, but they both knew that she wasn't really paying attention to it. "I just don't have time. We're swamped."

House looked around the practically empty ER and smirked. "Yeah, what a madhouse." She stayed quiet, refusing to meet his gaze, so he spoke again. "You know its funny. Years ago you would have jumped at the opportunity to talk to me about what happened, but now you're avoiding it like the plague…Interesting."

"We have nothing to talk about." She told him simply, snapping closed the chart and putting it with the others.

He quirked a brow at her. "We have nothing to talk about?" He caught her gaze finally, and searched her eyes earnestly. "What's going on with you?"

"Last night was just a stupid mistake." She sighed sadly. "You were miserable about Cuddy, I was happy about Alex. We weren't thinking clearly." She paused, her heart aching at the expression on his face. "We both had a moment of weakness, and did something stupid. It can't happen again."

He had to drop his gaze from the overwhelming impact of hers. He was suddenly aware of the immense pain that engulfed his body. He was used to living in constant pain, but this was a different type. It was a pain that spread from his brain to his heart, squeezing it and clenching it with iron clad fingers, and weighing it down.

Cameron had to resist the overwhelming urge to take his hand and tell him that everything would be okay. She knew after hearing Cuddy's speech that he would never truly be happy with her and Alex, and she needed to look out for her son first. He didn't need someone in his life who had the potential to just get up and leave as soon as he felt that he was getting in too deep. She knew from experience how hard it was to loose someone that you'd become attached to, and she wasn't willing to subject her son to that.

And she also wasn't willing to try and change House to make it work, because for all his faults, and inability to commit, they made up who he was…And who he was, was why she loved him.

And you didn't change the people that you loved. Rather, you let their love change you.

And he had. He had entered her life with no previously given warning, and had fulfilled a longing within her that she hadn't even known existed. He had wrapped himself so tightly in everything she herself was, until she knew she would never be able to untangle him. He had altered her perspective on so many different levels that no one else could have ever even hoped to achieve. And even when she had tried to fight him, he had never let her go…at least not completely.

Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe it was her that wouldn't let go of him. Her soul, after all, had already known where it had belonged long before her mind had agreed with it.

But all of that was trivial now, and she wasn't going to let him throw away quite possibly his last chance at happiness…He meant too much to her to allow that to happen.

"Cuddy loves you House." She said hoarsely, and he could tell that she was trying her hardest not to cry. "And I can't stand here and let you throw away your life with her and Rachel just because of a stupid mistake we made."

She saw the pain flash across his eyes, and she had to look away. "Do you regret it?" He asked her finally.

She closed her eyes for the smallest of moments, a single tear falling to her cheek. It's for his own good she had to keep telling herself. "Yes." She nodded slowly, the word sounded fake even to her own ears.

"I don't." She heard him say, sadness and frustration painfully evident within his voice. She looked up to see him limp away, and she couldn't stop the tears from falling.

House thought he heard the faintest sound of a cry behind him, but he kept walking…resisting the urge to look back.