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CHAPTER 52: Please read and comment.

NEXT DAY: SUNDAY.

It was a glorious warm day.

The outdoor enclosed Marble Courtyard of the Georges V Hotel was set up for Cameron's wedding ceremony.

Rows of white folding chairs were neatly arranged and the guests were already finding their seats. The Courtyard was elegantly adorned with lilies and white roses, adding a soft balance to the vibrant greenery and the Greco- Roman architecture of the surrounding outer walls of the hotel.

Dr. Sebastian Charles was all smiles as he stood almost impatiently, dressed in his Armani tuxedo at the altar with his best man, waiting for his bride to make her appearance.

Chase and Sophie were sitting in one of the rows of chairs waiting for the ceremony to start as well.

Sophie was quietly taking in her surroundings as Chase had his arm around the back of Sophie's chair and started to gently stroke the back of her arm with his thumb.

"That's nice," she said, smiling a bit as his touch.

His gaze lingered over how lovely she looked in her ivory chiffon dress she was wearing. The tea- length showed off her legs while the cross over V- neckline and ruffle detail on the shoulders straps accented her neck and cleavage. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, wisps framing her face.

"You're beautiful," he whispered against her ear.

She smiled a little more at his words, turning towards him.

She couldn't get over how gorgeous he looked in his light grey suit, a crisp white shirt and a straight deep purple tie. He chose not to shave this morning, knowing that Sophie absolutely loved how he looked with a day's growth of scruff on his face.

"YOU'RE beautiful," she said sincerely, losing herself in his eyes.

Her heart skipped as he delicately brushed one of the wisps of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear.

"You know it's not fair to the bride that you look this beautiful," he added playfully.

She grinned, a little laugh escaping her at the line he used on her.

"Too much?" he asked with a lopsided smile.

"Not to me," she replied, still grinning.

He gave her a soft kiss on her lips.

"…You ok?" he asked with hesitation.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she assured him.

Chase nodded, keeping a thoughtful gaze on her.

Sophie seemed to handle the news about Cuddy's pregnancy well last night. And he was sure that his misstep and injury to his ankle as they were running to make their cruise had distracted her from the whole thing.

But now that they were attending Cameron's wedding, who was also pregnant, he wasn't sure if she was going to be fine in a few minutes.

She leaned forward and nuzzled her nose with his, knowing he doubted her answer.

"I had such a great birthday," she told him, trying to ease his mind.

He brushed her lips again, satisfied for the moment. "I'm glad."

"We're not here for more than a minute and already they're sucking each other's faces," an all- too familiar voice said from nearby.

Chase and Sophie broke apart their kiss and turned towards House, who was now sitting in the previously empty seat next to Sophie. House looked devastatingly handsome wearing a charcoal suit and a light pink shirt with no tie.

"Where's Cuddy?" Sophie asked.

"She had to pee. You know how pregnant women are," House replied.

Chase felt like strangling House for his insensitive remark.

But Sophie was undaunted.

"So did the little blue pills help you rise to the occasion last night?" she quipped with a saccharine sweet smile.

House smirked.

"Nice," he said appreciatively.

Chase couldn't help but laugh at her comeback. She gave him a tiny wink and turned her attention back to the front of the Courtyard.

Just then, Cuddy made her way over to them. Wearing a knee length iris colored satin and taffeta A- line dress with a deep V- neckline and a beaded empire waist that accented her curves, she sat down next to House, crossing her legs.

"Is he behaving?" Cuddy asked by way of greeting Chase and Sophie.

"No more than usual," Chase replied.

"So how was dinner on the Seine last night?" Cuddy asked Sophie, her voice slightly wistful.

"We missed the boat," Sophie said with a tiny smile and a shrug.

Cuddy furrowed her brow, wondering how they could have missed their cruise considering that they had left after her wedding ceremony with plenty of time to spare, but Sophie didn't elaborate.

She looked over at Chase for further explanation.

But he was too preoccupied with the fact that he had just received a text message on his phone.

"Excuse me," Chase said politely, giving Sophie a quick kiss on her cheek.

Chase got up from his seat and headed inside the hotel.

House watched him leave, remaining unusually quiet.


With a slight limp in his step, Chase headed to the Bridal Suite inside the Georges V hotel, not too far from the entrance to the Courtyard.

He knocked twice. "Cameron? It's Chase," he said from his side of the door.

"Come in," she called back.

"I got your text—" he began to say as he entered the room.

But his breath caught in his throat, stopping him in mid sentence when he saw her.

Cameron turned her head away from the full- length antique mirror she was looking in upon hearing Chase's voice.

She smiled in an almost melancholy fashion when she saw his stunned reaction at seeing her in her dress.

The blush silk full- length strapless satin ball bridal gown looked like it was made just for her. The drop waist alencon lace detail on the bodice elongated her slim figure, while the low open back and box pick up skirt added a feminine vintage look. Her long blonde hair was attractively swept off her neck and delicate drop diamond earrings adorned her ears.

She, just as Cuddy was last night, was absolutely glowing.

"Hi," she said softly.

Chase, still completely blown away by how gorgeous she was, struggled to find his voice.

"… Hi," he finally said.

She slowly walked over to him, her sad smile still on her face.

When she reached him, Chase suddenly remembered why he came into the bridal suite in the first place.

"I… got your text," he repeated dumbly, unable to take his eyes off her.

She nodded, drawing in a breath.

"I want you to give me away," she stated.

At first, Chase wasn't sure he had heard her correctly.

"Your… dad's in the front. Shouldn't he be the one—"

She shook her head adamantly.

"I want YOU to do it," she insisted in a raspy voice.

"Please," she added.

Chase was still stunned as her beautiful green eyes pleading with him. He swallowed and finally nodded.

"All right," he said.


A few moments later, after the processional music began and Cameron's niece walked down the aisle, dropping white rose petals as she walked, the string trio transitioned into an arrangement of The Wedding March.

The audience, almost in unison, turned around and stood to face the back of the Courtyard to see the bride.

At the front, Sebastian stood up a little straighter in excitement, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

His entire face lit up when he saw Cameron.

From her position on the other end of the aisle, Cameron smiled happily when she saw her soon to be husband waiting for her. Her hand was placed on Chase's arm as they stood next to each other.

She squeezed Chase's bicep as they began to make their way down the aisle together. Chase tried to minimize his limp as much as he possibly could as he escorted her to Sebastian.

"She's absolutely beautiful," Cuddy murmured to House as Cameron passed them.

House didn't reply.

Because he wasn't even looking at Cameron.

He was looking at Sophie, who maintained a stoic expression and a straight posture as she watched Chase lead Cameron to Sebastian and kiss her on her cheek once they had reached the front of the Courtyard before handing her off to Sebastian and heading back to his seat.


A little while later, Cameron and Sebastian's wedding reception was in full swing.

The hardwood dance floor in one of the hotel ballrooms was filled as an eight piece jazz combo played an upbeat tune.

Cameron and Sebastian were completely enraptured in each other as they danced, smiling and laughing as he twirled her around, her gown flowing as he did so.

Nearby, Chase and Sophie were sitting at a table at the edge of the dance floor, watching them dance, not speaking to each other.

Chase couldn't tear his eyes away from Cameron.

Sophie exhaled and stood up from the table, fed up with being neglected.

"I'm going to the bar. You want anything?" she asked him.

Upon hearing her voice, Chase turned towards her.

"What, honey?" he asked, having no idea what she had actually said.

A curt laugh escaped her lips. She shook her head in disgust.

"… I just asked you if you wanted anything from the bar," she repeated evenly.

Chase, suddenly aware that he had been ignoring Sophie and had been staring at Cameron hypnotically for quite some time, he stood up from his seat.

"I'll go with you," he offered sweetly, touching her arm.

"Don't bother," she snapped, ripping her arm out of his reach and storming off out of the ballroom.


Not too far away, House and Cuddy were at another table, sharing a plate of hors d'ouvres, watching the tense scene unfold between Chase and Sophie.

"What do you think's going on?" Cuddy asked him.

House watched Sophie rip her arm away from Chase's touch before she left the ballroom, leaving Chase forlorn, standing at the table alone.

He raked his fingers through his hair and thrust his hands in his pockets, his jaw hardening.

House tilted his head curiously.

"My guess is that she got fed up at Chase's annoyingly longing looks at Cameron," House said.

Cuddy frowned and shook her head sadly.

"I'll go talk to her," she said as she got up from the table.

But House pulled her back down to the table by her wrist.

"I'll do it," House said.


As the band ended the current song they were playing, the guests on the dance floor clapped and Sebastian wrapped his arms around Cameron's waist, kissing her.

"Feel like taking a break, Dr. Mrs. Charles?" Sebastian murmured into Cameron's ear.

Cameron giggled, about to tell him 'yes.'

But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sophie tear herself away from Chase's grasp and leave the room, never looking back at him.

Chase's entire face fell as he watched Sophie walk out of the ballroom, running his fingers through his hair and stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Can you give me a minute?" she asked her husband sweetly.

Sebastian nodded. "Of course."

Cameron kissed him again, pausing before approaching Chase, who was now sitting back down at the table by himself.

"Hey," Cameron said carefully once she reached the table.

Chase turned his attention away from the back of the room from where Sophie exited, his glum expression disappearing upon seeing Cameron in front of him.

"Hey," he said brightly. "Taking a break?"

She nodded and sat down next to him.

"How do you feel?" he asked her affectionately.

"Tired, but other than that ok," she replied, gazing at him thoughtfully.

He nodded, still smiling at her.

"You're glowing," he told her.

She smiled back reluctantly.

"Feel like a dance?" she asked him, jutting her head in the direction of the dance floor.

Chase paused for a moment, thinking that if Sophie came back and saw him dancing with Cameron, she'd be even angrier at him than she was right now.

But how could he refuse a dance with the bride?

"Why not?" he said with a smile, taking her hand and leading her back onto the dance floor.

As the music changed to an instrumental version of "Just the Way You Look Tonight," Chase pulled Cameron into his arms, pressing his cheek against hers as they danced.

"I'm honored that you let me give you away," Chase said into her ear.

Cameron paused, closing her eyes and mustering up the courage to tell Chase what she was about to tell him.

"It was a test," Cameron admitted.

Chase backed up slightly, confused at her statement.

"I texted you to come to the Bridal Suite because I wanted to see if you still had feelings for me," she explained.

"And when I saw your reaction to how I looked in my dress... I knew that you did," she continued.

"... I don't understand," Chase said, shaking his head.

"I wanted you to give me away because you have to get over me once and for all," she told him.

"...I..." Chase stammered.

"I know that Sophie can't have children," Cameron said.

"And I also know that she was willing to undergo an invasive surgical procedure to correct it," she added.

Chase felt his throat tighten.

"How could you possibly know—" Chase began, completely stunned.

"Sophie is MADLY in love with you," she interrupted him, her eyes boring into his.

"And she's willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy for the rest of your life," she continued.

Chase kept staring at her, having no idea how to respond.

"Don't screw it up," Cameron begged him somberly.


"He's limping again," House stated to Sophie.

Sophie was sitting with her legs crossed on a plush couch in the lobby of the Georges V Hotel. She looked up when she heard House's voice next to her.

She nodded. "Yes he is."

House sat down next to her on the couch. "What happened?"

"We were running to make the boat last night and he twisted his bad ankle," Sophie replied.

House paused, mulling that over.

"How many pills has he taken?" he finally asked.

Sophie chuckled, not surprised that he had figured out that Chase was back on his meds.

"Two last night and one this morning," Sophie told him.

House nodded, a tense silence developing between them.

"So did you have a breakdown yet?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Sophie said flatly.

"Great," House said, nodding.

"'Cause I figured by now you'd be jonesing for a script for some anti- depressants, especially since you're surrounded by pregnant women, your fiancée is still carrying a torch for Cameron and your brother is too screwed up to come to your own wedding," he added.

Sophie glanced at him, exhaled and looked away.

"I was on Zoloft a few years ago. I had a bad response to it," she mumbled.

"That's one anti- depressant. Name six others," House said.

"I'm not taking any meds, House," she stated quietly but firmly.

"Then you have to ask yourself if you're strong enough to deal with the fact that he'll never get over her," House told her flatly.

Sophie paused again, the realization of House's statement sinking in. She stared down at her lap.

"He's never gonna get over her," Sophie repeated sadly.

"Nope," House agreed. "He'll always have a place in his heart for her."

She nodded, pressing her lips together, fighting the tears that were pooling in her eyes.

"But it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you with the rest of his heart," House added.

"What if I don't want to share him?" she whispered in an attempt not to cry.

"Either you stay with him and accept his feelings for Cameron as part of who he is… or you end it now," he replied.

Sophie couldn't help but laugh a little at the irony.

"Either go All In or fold the hand," she said.

"… Ok, if you want to assign a metaphor… sure," House said with a shrug.

"There's only two times you go All In. If you got the nuts, or if you're bluffing," Sophie reminded him.

House nodded, saying nothing.

"'The nuts' means the best possible hand," she explained.

"I know what it means," he said in mild annoyance, causing her to smile a bit.

"So I guess you have to ask yourself if you've got the nuts," House said.

At this, Sophie looked up at House, a tiny smile forming on her face.

"Do you LIKE me, House?" she asked.

House raised his eyebrow, caught off guard by her question.

"Sophie, please. I'm a married man," he joked in an attempt to deflect.

Her tiny smile broadened.

"You DO like me, don't you?" she pressed.

"You are kinda young for me. Although I was pursued by a hot seventeen year old a few years ago," he joked again.

Sophie's grin remained.

"True, she did have spores in her brain, but—" House added with a shrug.

"If you didn't give a crap about me, you wouldn't have said what you said last night and you wouldn't be sitting here giving me this pep talk right now," she interrupted.

House looked everywhere but in her direction.

"I said what I said because—" he began.

"And it has NOTHING to do with the fact that I chart for you in the Clinic," she told him, still smiling.

He glanced at her briefly before suddenly becoming interested in the floor beneath them.

"You like me as a person… and… as a friend," Sophie declared.

She then placed her hand on his shoulder, causing him to finally look at her again, the faintest hint of a sheepish smile on his face.

She winked at him.

"Relax. I won't tell anyone," she assured him.

TBC…

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