Author's Note: Ladies and well, ladies (are there any men are this site?), it's time. The moment you've been waiting for. The Hameron nuptials and reception! I'm so stoked to be writing this, especially after that devastating wedding from the show.

I stopped watching the new episodes a long time ago but to even hear about Cameron and the damn Wombat…well, screw TPTB! Hameron owns and always will! I refuse to accept this plot line lying down!

That's why this site exists.

It's more of a snippet wedding thing, since I suck at writing vows and all that jazz but I think it will us Hameron fans smile. It certainly did when I wrote it.

Also, Peanut gets a real name. Hopefully, it's a good one.

Enjoy the chapter and be sure to click on my new homepage link on my profile.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"Psst!"

Hearing the universal sound for attention, she stopped walking. Whoever this was better have a really good reason for stopping her. She was supposed to be in Lisa's office in 15 minutes. The wedding would at sunset, which was less than 2 hours from then. The sound repeated but she since she saw no one, Allison made to continue down the hall.

"Allison, get your ever expanding ass over here, now!"

Her eyes rolled.

Of course. She should've known that the not seeing the bride thing wouldn't have stopped him. Turning towards an empty exam room, she saw her fiancé looking at her exasperatingly. Unfazed, she put her hands on her hips and looked at him defiantly.

"Why don't you come out here, you gimp? It's not like you've got a cane stopping you." she sassed.

Greg laughed and obediently came over. At first glance, House looked like his usual self. Allison knew better. His eyes gave him away. She could see a slew of emotions in his baby blues, joy and nerves being the most predominant. She could barely suppress her mirth. He could face off with evil board members and take on the most obscure diseases without batting an eye yet marrying her made him nervous.

It was so cute.

"Unclench, will you?" she quipped, making him relax substantially. "I want to marry you. I'm not going to pull a runaway bride. Hell, I can't even run due to our little Peanut here."

She gave her 8 month belly a fond rub. Although, she didn't want to be rolled down the aisle, she wanted to be a House before the baby came. So, even though she'd hear a bunch of shotgun wedding jokes later on, she was marrying him now. Hell, just as long as she was his wife at the end of the day, she'd get married to him buck naked.

He smiled shakily and rested his hand upon her bump, spurring Peanut to swim and kick happily.

"She's saying hi. What did you call me over here for anyway? Why aren't you with dad and the boys in your office?"

"Just wanted to see you. I mean, don't get me wrong, your family's cool and all but they make lousy lobby art.", he admitted with a half shrug.

Allison laughed and twined her fingers with his, feeling their baby's energetic movements increase with her touch. Peanut was a little firecracker and she couldn't wait to finally meet her and hold her.

"Your mom and I love you, you little demon.", Greg said with gruff affection.

Even though he claimed it was stupid and pointless, he talked a lot with Peanut, even when Allison was sleeping.

"The little demon needs a name." she brought out for the umpteenth time.

Ever since they christened her Peanut, they had let the name issue fall by the wayside. They couldn't put it off much longer. Peanut would be with them any day now.

Instead letting out a sarcastic reply, Greg closed his eyes in thought.

"Amelia.", he finally said after a minute.

"What?"

His eyes opened.

"We'll call her Amelia. Amelia Katherine House. What do you think?"

A strong kick made them both jump but then laugh.

"I love it and apparently, she does too. Isn't that right, Amelia?"

She kicked again and started swimming some more, possibly doing the backstroke.

Peanut had a name now. To celebrate their accomplishment, Allison captured his lips in a loving kiss. When Greg's hands began to roam, she reluctantly pulled away. There would be plenty of time for kissing (and much more) later.

"We better go. Lisa will be sending out a search party soon." she insisted while leading him down the hall and into the lobby.

"I don't wanna." he whined childishly.

"You want to marry me?"

"Hell, yeah but can't we just go to Vegas and do it?"

"Greg, you should've come up with that idea months ago. It's too late. Now, go upstairs and get dressed and annoy Wilson while I attempt to get in my dress." she said sternly, guiding him towards the elevators.

"I could help…" he leered.

"Your idea of helping would involve me having my ankles in the air. No nooky until later…and maybe not even then. After all, marriage is supposed to end the sex." she quipped with an evil grin.

The elevator opened and she shoved him in, pushing the floor for Diagnostics.

She laughed at the horror on his face.

"You know I'm kidding, Greg. I just wanted to see you squirm."

He pouted and she flipped him off, delighting in his laughter as she left.

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Looking down from his balcony, he watched the field's seats fill like a jug under a tap. Then, he saw people sitting on cars and there was even one guy in a nearby tree, a camera in hand. Squinting, he realized that it was one of his classmates from U of M, probably recording the event for display at the upcoming reunion that he was not going to.

Well, actually, maybe he would. After all, he was about to have a beautiful little girl and he had a hot wife. It would be a kick to see their reactions to Greg "The Beast" House as a family guy. He'd have to ask Al about it.

That is if he didn't have a heart attack before getting to the altar. The only other time he had been this nervous was when he had announced his intentions to be a doctor instead of soldier. His hands were shaking, his pulse was racing, and House was really glad that he didn't eat before he showed up or he'd need a new tuxedo.

The door next door closed and he saw Jimmy climb over the wall easily, a testament to how much he had loosened up. As much as House hated to admit it, Cuddles had actually been just what the doctor ordered for the dork. Wilson actually had a sense of humor now and barely took the time to lecture him anymore. Of course, the last one was more Al's doing than Cuddy's…

"You good?"

"I feel like I'm going to hurl."

"Not on me, please."

House sighed and looked at his best friend head on.

"I'm actually getting married. Not only am I getting married, it was actually my idea.. You think I've finally lost my marbles?"

"If you have, I have to say that I like you better. You've gone from a fucking bastard to just a son of a bitch. That's an 80% improvement." Wilson deadpanned before they surrendered to laughter.

Wilson let out a low whistle as he looked at the crowd.

"Christ, it looks free cheese day down there."

House shrugged and said, "Beauty marries the Gimp. There's going to be a turn out. Plus, I think there's a bet on if Al's going to pop down there."

"Well, if Peanut does show up, she'll be in good hands." Wilson brought out reassuringly.

"Peanut's not Peanut, anymore. She has a name." House informed him.

Since it was his wedding day, House decided to be generous with the new dirt and let Wilson in on it first. The man was worse than the broads on The View when it came to gossip so House knew he'd jump at the opportunity.

Sure enough, he asked eagerly, "What'd Allison come up with?"

"I came up with Amelia Katherine. It's pretty but not weird with House."

"Good name."

"Glad you like it because you're going to be her godfather. Can't do that if you wince every time you call her.", House told him matter of factly.

House barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the grin on his friend's face.

Who else would be the godfather?

The sun finally dipped below the horizon and on cue, the candles lining the aisle lit automatically, silencing the crowd instantly.

The effect was worth the price tag.

Wilson slapped him on the back and shoved him towards the doors.

"C'mon, gimpy. It's show time."

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She stood in front of the full length mirror and smiled.

Her dress looked perfect on her. It was a deep midnight blue (after all, she was no virgin) and sleeveless but with a full skirt. Silver butterflies lined the hem and sparkled every time she moved. Carefully, she put on her silver ballet slippers and her sapphire pendant.

The color reminded her of Greg's eyes.

Picking up her bouquet of white roses, she exited Lisa's office…and found herself looking at Robert Chase for the first time in months.

He was in black scrubs and a snow white cap concealed his hair but it was still Chase. He was thinner, there were dark circles under his eyes, and he had a beard.

Fortunately, he was smiling and not in the crazed, revenge seeking, wedding ruining way.

"Don't worry, I come in peace. I just wanted to congratulate you." he said kindly, his Australian accented voice quieter and weaker than she remembered.

Allison smiled and hugged him gently.

"Thank you for coming. Robert, I…I'm sorry. I'm sorry for that night and then for stringing you along and dragging you into my mess with House. You deserved better than that." she told him with genuine remorse.

"I understand, Allie. You and House are it for each other and I shouldn't have interfered that night or attacked you. I'm so sorry."

"I forgive you."

"Good."

A beat of silence.

"Will you stay?" she hesitantly asked.

"No. I don't think House and the others would be too pleased to see me. That and I have a flight to catch." he replied with a small smile.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the Land Down Under. America's been fun but I think I'll fare better elsewhere. Maybe I'll get a job in the Outback or just crash with my family. I don't know. I just wanted to say goodbye to you. Be happy, Allison. You deserve it and that is something I do know."

He left a whisper of a kiss on her cheek and then headed towards the back stairwell, out of her life for good.

With him, he took the last of her guilt.

Turning, she saw her father near the door, smiling in his gentle yet all knowing way.

"Ready, kitten?"

Allison smiled and came over, taking his arm.

"Let's do this."

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When he saw her, both his legs damn near gave out on him. Greg had always known that she was gorgeous. Hell, that's why he hired her but right now, she was…she was an angel. A fallen angel for him to love and cherish and annoy for the rest of his life.

The candle light and fading daylight made her glow and her eyes sparkled with unshed tears of joy. When he met them, Greg found himself smiling unconsciously and his own tears falling. His badass reputation was officially ruined but he didn't care.

His dirty girl looked like a lady, tonight.

When she reached him, she handed off her flowers to Miri (who was crying, too) and gave him a brilliant smile.

Her soft little fingers went to his clean shaven face and wiped the tears away.

"You look so handsome. I can't believe you actually shaved."

"They held me down and forced me to." he grumbled, gesturing at her dad and Scotty who grinned like baboons.

"Well, it's nice but I like your beard better." she admitted girlishly, sending laughter through the crowd.

"Yeah, yeah. And I'm not crying. I got allergies."

"Riight.", she drawled unbelievingly.

"Let's get married, wiseass."

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"By the power vested in me by the state of New Jersey, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may…"

Allison squeaked as Greg grabbed her and drank her down but went with it as the crowd went wild.

"You may continue kissing the bride." the judge chuckled. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce Dr. and Dr. Gregory Michael House!"

Unbelievingly, the crowd got louder and people were standing on chairs cheering. A distinct "Go Blue!" made her giggle into Greg's mouth. Having gone to U of M herself, she understood that Wolverine Pride didn't stop after you got your diploma.

"Hey, he said kiss the bride, not fuck the bride!" King called crassly.

Allison pulled away and said sweetly, "You're just mad that you can't fuck the bride, Travie dear."

A collective "Oh, snap!" made her laugh as did Scotty actually snapping while leaning back.

Greg merely kissed her forehead in approval.

Yep, she was definitely a House now.

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"You can't always get what you want…but if you try sometimes…you'll find…"

"You get what you need." Greg finished as he whirled her around the floor.

It was a testament to how much she knew him that she picked this as their first dance song.

Although, she was just as much as a Stones fan as he was.

The song ended and applause sounded as they sat at the table for the speeches.

Jimmy stood up and tapped his champagne glass for silence.

'Thank you. Well, this is a momentous day. Hell, if any of you told me that Greg House would end up married, I would've recommended you for shock therapy or just a straight jacket. Those are really fun…"

The crowd laughed and House flipped him off good naturedly.

"…but seriously, this is wonderful. To see Greg find, push away, screw over, and eventually fall for Allison has been awesome. And I'm happy for the both of them and I hope that they'll have many years together. Congratulations, you two and may all your ups and downs be in between the sheets."

Wilson sat down to thunderous applause and Greg snorted as Cuddy swatted him.

Allison looked at him and shrugged in a "What are you going to do?" way.

"Congrats, Greg. You've finally corrupted him. I hope you're happy."

"Blissful.", he replied with a calculating gleam in his eye.

As soon as he had time, he'd come up with his best man speech for Wilson's wedding to the Dragon Lady.

He couldn't be outdone.

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"All the single ladies (all the single ladies)…all single ladies, put your hands up…"

Allison stood on the stage above the dance floor, swaying to the beat of Beyonce as she plotted her course. Throwing the bouquet was something she had been looking forward to and she had a plan.

There was a doctor in surgical that had a major thing for Foreman.

Dr. Emily McGill was also the object of Foreman's fascination and for a good reason.

After all, they were from the same neighborhood and had even gone to high school together.

Plus, she was a neurosurgeon so they could wax poetic on all sorts of brain related diseases.

This was a golden opportunity to get Foreman some love or at least laid.

Aiming directly for the petite and fiery black woman, Allison chucked her roses right at her.

Emily's loud "Hell, yeah!" as she caught it brought yet another smile to her face and more mirth to the cake gorged crowd.

Greg smirked at her and inclined his head towards Foreman questioningly.

Her affirmative nod made him roll his eyes but nod in agreement.

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"Take it off… (take it off)…take it off baby for me…"

Greg House was not a matchmaker.

He always saw it manipulation and despised the twisted ways people used on URST ridden people for "their own good"

Still, Foreman was a friend. Well, it was more like a hateship than a friendship but it was enough for him to go along with Al's crazy idea.

After all, the stuffy SOB really did need to get laid and McGill was smokin' in a jungle fever pixie way.

So with The Donna's encouragement (not that he needed it), House delved under Al's dress and fished out a snow white garter belt. Using a nearby fork as a slingshot, he launched it right onto Foreman's head, much to his surprise.

'Take a hint, Kunta!" House hollered while pointing to McGill, who was now looking at him shyly.

Foreman gave him a baleful look but met McGill in the middle of the dance floor.

Before he could even say anything, McGill laid one on him with tongue, teeth, and legs.

Foreman held onto her and out the door they went, probably to find a closet or the back of a car, their lips never parting for a second.

He looked down at Allison who was smiling smugly.

"Well, that went well." she deadpanned.

"Ya think? They better not do it on my desk." he grumbled.

"Yeah. They should do it on Wilson's desk like we do.", she replied soberly.

Wilson's indignant squawk sent House and the guests into more hysterical laughter.

Okay, maybe matchmaking wasn't so bad, after all.

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Much later, the party had begun to die down and the bride and groom sat on the stage watching the dispersing crowd. Some people remained, though.

Wilson and Cuddy were dancing to the smooth jazz that was now playing, his hand protectively on her back, an occasional kiss being shared.

King and a nurse were just going at it in a corner, only the woman's dress keeping their actions concealed.

Foreman and McGill had returned only briefly and that had only been to thank them for their help and take some cake with them. It was best that they didn't dwell on what the new horny couple would be doing with the dessert.

Blythe was speaking with an older man from pediatrics, obviously being charmed by the man. Since his parents had finally divorced (much to Greg's delight), John was nowhere to be found. The guy, a Dr. Martin Williams, seemed to be really into his mom and not a tool so Greg let them do their thing.

Gideon and Dria were also dancing and giggling about something or other. It was nice to see and hopefully, they'd be like them in a few years.

Miri, Scotty, and Alexander were at a table talking and still eating. Greg wondered where it all went since they were whip thin….

"Greg, can we go now?"

Looking down a t his wife (holy shit, he had a wife, now!), he nodded and climbed down from the stage. Opening his arms, Allison jumped into them and rested her head on this shoulder as he carried her outside to his Harley.

Putting her on first, he put her helmet on and then his own, making sure both were secure.

Climbing on, he turned it on and they drove into the moonlit night.

A sign on the back read JUST MARRIED and Allison's laughter could be heard until they turned the corner.

It was time to start their lives together.