DISCLAIMER: See the Prolouge if you have any doubts.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, it is very much appreciated. This was the chapter that would never end; I figured that I would just include Foreman's point of view at first, but then I figured it was too short; so you got two additional points of view. Sorry about the former CHAPTER TWO to anyone who read it; I had some problems when posting, and so this is the new version.

SPOIILERS: Anything from Season 1 is possible, but I don't recall any specific spoilers in this chapter.

CHAPTER TWO

Foreman watched Cameron go; she had changed so much, but she was still the woman he had met seven years before. She made the perfect wife, and if anyone was close to perfection, it was Cameron. Of course, he could never see her as anything other than a sweet little sister, but he did understand what Chase and House saw in her.

Foreman pulled his eyes away from Cameron's car and back to the seat in front of him, which was now occupied by a scruffy, bitter man. "How many times did you make her cry?" he asked sarcastically.

Foreman glared at him. Why had he agreed to do this? He had intentionally pushed Cameron to reveal her feelings about House for him because House had asked him to, and he had no clue why. "Only once, and I wasn't the reason she was crying, bastard. You were," he told House scathingly.

House raised his eyebrows, impressed. "And why was she crying about me, Dr. Foreman? I haven't even seen her in years."

"Apparently she's still nursing a broken heart," Foreman said.

House scoffed. "She's got two kids and a husband that counter that assessment. So, did you tell her that I had moved on? I didn't miss her chipper comments in the morning, I was relieved she was no longer standing over me like a mother hen; or you might have said I got back together with Stacy? She always hated Stacy; thought that she was just an unfeeling whore."

Foreman rolled his eyes. The man was so egocentric that it was almost frightening, except for the fact that he could always see what made others tick and his character evaluations were almost always accurate. "Well, since none of that's true, it must be that she's lying to someone," Foreman said. He had never let Cameron know that after she had left that he and House had become friends, or as much of a friend that one could be when House was involved.

"It must be to you then," House said, leaning back in his chair. "She never lied to me. Possibly the only person who never did. Hmm… I may have to think about that; she does lie, if what you're saying is true, but not to me. I wonder why." House looked thoughtful, like Cameron was a good puzzle for him to solve.

House irritated Forman to no end. Here was a man who was so afraid that he might be rejected again that he couldn't risk putting his faith in the one person in the world who would do anything to keep him from hurting. "You're an idiot," Foreman told him.

House gave him a look. "I think I've had this conversation before."

"She's everything any man could ever want, and you broke her heart again and again because you were afraid that she couldn't live with you," Foreman said coldly. "God, if there was one person in the world who could put up with your shit on a day-to-day basis it was Cameron, and you let her get away."

"I notice that you still call her by her maiden name," House pointed out.

"It's just as hard for me as it for you to know that she's married to Chase," Foreman told him hotly. "He was always a whiny bastard, and Cameron was much too good for him."

"Oh, and I'm not," House said sarcastically.

Foreman was frustrated. Of course, House could turn Foreman's words against him. "Well, at least she loves you. I'm not quite as sure that she loves Chase."

House laughed bitterly. "Oh, she loves him all right. He's conventional, bright and amiable. She got two brats out of the deal; in fact, she loves him so much that she's willing to sit here and listen to you question her faithfulness without so much as batting an eye because there's no doubt in anyone's mind that she can't love him. Besides, she can't love me, not after what Chase has given her." The last line was quiet and introspective, without the sarcasm and callous of the preceding lines.

Foreman was confused and exasperated. Then why did House want him to question in her the first place? "Then why the hell did you force me to have her collapse in front of me?" Foreman asked. "Is this some sick game you invented when all the hookers in the area wouldn't take your calls anymore?"

House had the decency to look offended. "Actually, they found out we were friends and stopped coming. The big question here is, why did you even push her if you didn't want to?"

Foreman glared at House. Cameron might be the one to babble about Freud and psychological feelings and unfilled urges, but if you wanted an accurate reading of anyone, trust House to cut through all the fancy words and veiled comments to get directly to the point. For a man who complained he needed a decoder ring to figure things out, he was certainly apt at figuring things out without one.

"Just like I thought," House said triumphantly. Foreman hated how smug House got when he was right. "You did want to push her; you wanted to know the truth just as much I as did. Now, we both have our answers. So, I'll run along home; I have to work tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep."

House stood up and started to limp away. Foreman threw down a couple bills, covering the rest of the check and caught up with House. "I know you, House, there was some reason why you wanted to know her feelings about you, what is it?" Foreman challenged, stepping in front of House, blocking him from his precious car.

House's blue eyes danced for a moment, clearly amused that he didn't know. "Check your mailbox," he suggested dryly and then shoved Foreman out of the way to get at his car.

House hopped into his car, surprisingly nimble for a guy with a cane, and tore out of the parking space. Foreman shook his head; House was still trying to protect himself from Cameron, and something was up. House didn't do anything without a reason, and if House actually loved someone, it was Cameron. So, why was he so curious about her now? Almost five years after she had left.

Foreman went over to his car and drove home, still wondering about House's comment. He pulled up to his apartment and went upstairs, the phone ringing as he opened the door. "I've got it," he called to Karen. He got the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, Foreman," a voice Foreman recognized said, "have you seen the invite?"

Foreman was confused, but with the mail on the counter right in front of him, he sorted through it. "No, not yet," Foreman admitted. Although, things were starting to click into place; why House had told him to check his mail and why he wanted to know about Cameron.

Foreman found the letter in question and tore it open. It was an invitation to a wedding, eight months from then, and it was asking him to be part of the wedding party. "Of course, I'll be in your wedding, Wilson," Foreman told him. "Why wouldn't I? So, who else is going to be in it?"

"That's great," Wilson said on the other side of the line, obviously relieved. "Well, you, House, my brother and Erika's brother-in-law for the groomsmen. Then Erika's sister, Beth the nurse, Joanna, another friend of Erika's and then I've asked Cameron, but she hasn't gotten back to me. Erika remembers her and thought she was really sweet. So, I'm going to call her after you."

Yes, everything made sense to Foreman now. House wanted to know about Cameron because she was going to be in Wilson's wedding, and he was therefore being forced to see her again. House, being House, needed to have the upper hand so he had enlisted Foreman to do his spying.

Foreman hesitated about telling Wilson about his lunch with Cameron and House, but he decided it might be best since he was sure that Wilson's request was going to startle her. "Be careful," Foreman warned. "She's a little emotional today."

Wilson made a confused sound, before he made the connection that Foreman had seen her today. Everyone knew about his biweekly meetings with Cameron. Wilson always asked about them, and House was normally in the room for some reason when it happened, which Foreman had long ago realized was not a coincidence. "Why was she emotional?" Wilson asked guardedly.

"House came up today," Foreman answered, knowing that Wilson would need no other information to understand why Cameron was so emotional.

"Oh," Wilson said. "Well, I should let you go. I'm going to call Cameron and then Greg, since it sounds like he's done something stupid, yet again."

Foreman chuckled. "All right, see you tomorrow, Wilson," Foreman said, hanging up the phone. Strangely, he felt better after talking to Wilson. Maybe it was because Wilson had always been able to keep House in line, so he didn't need to worry about Cameron all that much, but Foreman was relieved. He just hoped that Cameron wasn't going to break down on the phone with Wilson, because that was the last thing they needed.

Allison pulled into the end of the driveway; it was approaching four. After the conversation with Eric, she hadn't felt like she could go home and face Robert right away. She was too conflicted, but after a half an hour of driving around, Allison finally decided she needed to go home. Robert would start to worry, and she was missing the kids.

She had remembered that Robert had never brought the mail in the day before, and so she stopped to pick it up along with the paper that was stuffed in the box underneath the mailbox. She pulled into the garage and after bringing all her purchases in, dumping the mail on the counter, turned her attention to her lovely children.

They were excited to see Mommy, and she was just as excited to see them. Kimmie had pulled her into the living room and started chatting animatedly about Sunday school, while eighteen-month-old Scott had snuggled up against his mother, content in being held.

Allison loved this part of being a mother, learning and seeing things as her children saw them. Their take on life was so fresh and lively; life had not jaded them and at such a young age, they could find happiness in almost everything.

Robert walked in, leaning on the doorframe, and smiled at the three of them. Allison smiled back, even as part of her heart twisted with guilt. Twisted because for a moment, she had tried to imagine House standing there in the doorway, smiling down at her and their children. Why was he an ever-present figure in her mind today? Was it remember an egocentric bastard day and no one had informed her?

Allison pushed past the thought and turned her attention back to Kimmie. Robert continued to stand in the doorway, and Allison got the impression that he wanted to talk to her about something. She glanced over at him and smiled. "Hey, Kimmie," Allison said gently, interrupting her daughter. "You wanna watch Scott for a moment so Mommy can talk to Daddy?"

Kimmie's eyes lit up; she loved her little brother, which Allison was very grateful for. Kimmie had been so excited when they had told her that she was going to have a little sister or brother, and nothing had changed. "Okay, Mommy," Kimmie said, taking Scott's hand and leading him over to some toys in the corner of the living room.

Allison got up and came over to Robert. He nodded to the kitchen and Allison followed, curious to what he wanted. He wasn't normally so secretive, and she had no idea why he wanted to see her. After all, she had not shown any of her emotions since she had entered the house. "What's up, Robert?" Allison asked once they were safely in the kitchen.

Robert handed over a card he had opened to her, and Allison took it confused. She glanced at the address, it was from Wilson, and was even more perplexed to why Robert was acting so stiff and uncomfortable. She read the invitation; it was for his wedding, and she was being asked to be a bridesmaid. She vaguely recognized the name of the bride; Allison thought she was a nurse. "What? So, Wilson wants me to be in his wedding; what's wrong with that?" Allison asked, although she thought it was strange that she had had her breakdown about House on the same day she was informed she would be seeing him again soon.

"You haven't seen House since you quit, and now you're going to be seeing quite a lot of him; unless Wilson decided not to put up with his shit anymore," Robert pointed out stoically.

"I realize that," Allison said. "That's okay, it's just House. I knew that I wasn't going to go the rest of my life without seeing him again." Again, she had kept something from Robert; she had seen him once since she quit. Due to a slight complication at the beginning of Scott's birth, they had been forced to go to PPTH.

House had come in late on the second night she was there; Robert had gone home to be with Kimmie. He hadn't said much, congratulated her and taken a look at Scott. He had been there five minutes tops, but she had decided against ever mentioning it to Robert; he would probably think she had purposely asked to go to PPTH.

And if she was being completely honest, she had asked to go to PPTH intentionally when she figured there might be complications with Scott's birth. She wanted him in the same hospital with House, because there wasn't another doctor in the world she trusted more to save her child's life, not even Robert or herself.

"Just House?" Robert repeated, incredulous. "House is many things, but he's not 'just' anything. Other than maybe 'just' employed."

Allison sighed heavily. She didn't want to fight; she was emotionally restless and a fight at this point might prove devastating. "Please, Robert, can we not fight about it?" she begged. "It's Wilson's wedding; I'll probably see him five times between now and the wedding and he'll probably do his best to avoid me. He wasn't happy when I was leaving, and according to Eric, he's been a real bastard since then." Allison immediately bit her tongue. She had never had told Robert that House occasionally came up in her lunches with Eric.

Allison was saved from a blow-up by the phone ringing. She picked it up. "Hello," she said pleasantly, ignoring the look that Robert was shooting at her.

"Hey, Allison," Wilson's easy voice said on the other end of the phone. "How are you?"

"I'm good; how are you James?" Allison replied, smiling. She headed out of the kitchen and out onto the patio. She needed to be free of the tense atmosphere of the kitchen where Robert was looking like he might try to kill someone.

"I'm great," Wilson answered. "Have you gotten the invite?"

Allison winced slightly, remembering the mess she had just left in the house. "Yeah, I just opened it as a matter of fact. Congratulations, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks," Wilson said nervously. "So, do you think that you could be a bridesmaid? Of course, we'll understand if you can't."

"Of course, I'll be a bridesmaid, James; I'm honored that you asked me," Allison told him softly.

Wilson cleared his throat uncomfortably, and Allison knew there was more coming. "Are you sure this won't cause any fights at home? I don't want to be the source of any marital distress," Wilson said quietly.

"Robert needs to learn to grow up," Allison stated calmly. "Just because I'm going to see House again doesn't mean that I'm going to fall head over heels in love again. I love my family." She was tired of lying, and so she wasn't going to go as far as saying she loved Robert at that moment, because she wasn't sure.

Wilson paused, apparently digesting her comment. "Well, if you're sure," Wilson said uncertainly, obviously he was not believing her. "We'll both be thrilled. Anyway, I called because we're having a dinner in a week for the bridal party, no spouses. Just so everyone can meet everyone else; since most of you haven't met Erika's family. It's next Friday, does that sound good to you?"

Allison paused. She needed to talk to Robert about this; this was not something she could just make a decision on the fly about. "Hey, James, why don't I call you tomorrow after I've talked with Robert?" Allison suggested. "That way I'll give him some time to adjust to the idea, and we won't have to worry about Robert becoming homicidal."

Wilson chuckled. "All right, Allison. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Say hello to Robert and the kids for me," he told her.

"Bye, James," Allison said and hung up. She was happy for Wilson; she knew that his last marriage had ended badly; she also knew that it was partly his fault, but there wasn't another person in the world that probably deserved happiness more than him. Wilson was a great guy, and he got bonus points because he put up with House's shit.

Allison sighed. She was not looking forward to telling Robert about the dinner next Friday because she knew it would lead to a fight. Part of the reason Allison kept such limited contact with her old co-workers and friends, since she had always counted Eric and James as friends, was that being with them would bring House into the equation; and Robert had always been insecure in Allison's love. He had never quite believed that she had gotten over House and for good reason, Allison admitted.

Oh, well; she would face this challenge head on, because she realized something. She wanted to talk to these people again. They understood that there was more to her than just a doctor's wife and a mother, unlike most of the people sure associated with now, whether that was Robert's co-workers or the other mothers at the school. Allison was not only a mother, but a doctor too and for some reason, she had a desire for everyone to know it again.

Wilson hung up with Cameron, yes, her name was officially Chase now, but he couldn't think of her as anything other than Allison Cameron. He hoped that he hadn't just started a chain of events that would end up seriously damaging Allison's relationship with her husband. Although, she did have a point that Chase was being needlessly insecure over her relationship with House. No matter what Allison wanted, everything depended on House to make a move, something that he wasn't notorious for.

Wilson walked into his kitchen and opened the fridge, searching for a beer. He was going to need one before he called Greg. As soon as Foreman had warned him of Cameron's emotional state, he realized that House had gone to Foreman as well to spy on Cameron. The man was more of an emotional cripple than he was a physical cripple, despite the problem with his leg.

After he had finished almost the entire can of beer, Wilson felt brave enough to venture a conversation with House. One of the only reasons Wilson had asked Cameron to be in the wedding was because when he had mentioned to House he was going to propose, House had asked if he might include Cameron in the wedding. Wilson hadn't thought about it before then; he hadn't really thought about who might be in the wedding other than House, who had been in the previous two.

Wilson dialed House's number with trepidation; one could never be sure what kind of mood House might be in, and with Cameron back in the equation, Wilson was sure that mood swings would become a way of life for his poor doctors. "What do you want?" House greeted.

"Hello to you too," Wilson replied. "We need to talk about Cameron."

House groaned. "Can't this wait? I was watching my TiVoed General Hospital. And I've already had the talk today."

Wilson was impressed; Foreman had been brave to even broach the subject with House. "Yeah, well, I have a few more things to say than Foreman did," Wilson told him. "So, sit tight and shut up."

"Do I get a sucker when it's over, Mommy?" House mocked.

"I'm not sure what Foreman told you, but I'm sure it was along the lines of 'you're an idiot.' So, I'll skip that part of the conversation––"

"Thank God!"

"–– and jump right ahead to, what the hell are you doing, House?"

"I thought it was obvious; I want 'rampant home-wreaker' added to my resume, right next to 'heartless bastard,'" House replied derisively. "I thought they worked well together, what do you think? Anyone going to hire me with those fine recommendations?"

Wilson rolled his eyes. He was never going to get a straight answer out of him. "Why are you incapable of answering a simple question?"

"Really? I thought I answered your question quite well."

"I meant without bullshit and sarcasm, House," Wilson said sternly. "Would it kill you to answer me honestly every once and a while?"

"It might," House answered. "Besides, what do you care what I'm thinking? It's not like you have any moral objections against affairs."

That one stung deep, and was incredibly accurate. Damn, he hated how well House knew him sometimes. "I care when it's Cameron," Wilson said. "You know that, and don't you dare do anything stupid; she's been hurt by you too many times."

"And yet, she keeps coming back," House responded thoughtfully. "So does that mean she has a problem or that I'm the problem?"

"You're definitely the problem," Wilson told him. "But please, House, I don't need my wedding to cause the end of someone else's. She's already hinted that Chase isn't exactly thrilled about the idea."

"I'd be worried if I were Chase too, now, are we finished? Good, I thought so." House hung up, and Wilson ground his teeth. That was not how he wanted the conversation to go. Wilson hadn't expected to get much out of House, but he had hoped for more information than what he got. All he had figured out was that House wanted to see Cameron again, and Wilson had always known that. Wilson also suspected there was a lot going on beneath the surface of those two; things that had happened and they never told anyone about.

Wilson shook it off. He could worry about it all he wanted but it wasn't going to stop the confrontation from occurring, and he was glad that others were going to be there so it might not get as messy as it would if it were just House and Cameron. However, he had a suspicion that it was going to be ugly anyway.

Chapter Three will hopefully be up by the end of the weekend. As usual, I love reviews!