Chapter: 10. Visiting

What could be more beautiful
Than you and I falling from grace
All the things we'll never know
So beautiful they're slipping away
-Beautiful, Thornley

"I'm not all that sure that you've noticed, but these dresses are rather expensive. You get one of these and you'll be lucky to afford bread." Angela had her headphones in and was walking about the dress shop critiquing every dress and especially every dress' price tag.

"I know." Cameron sighed. With a baby on the way every dress they saw was just outside of their price range. The way things were looking she and her bridesmaids would be wearing jeans and tank tops to the ceremony. Right now Vegas wasn't sounding so bad.

"Dr. Cameron?" Allison Cameron heard behind her, from an all too familiar voice.

"You know the caveperson?" Angie whispered in Cameron's general direction.

"Vogler. Hello." Cameron stammered in utter shock of the man's presence.

"Hello Dr. Cameron…and who is this?" Edward Vogler turned on Angela.

"Angela McGrath. I'm her fiancé's niece. We're looking for a pretty dress that you wouldn't have to sell a lung and a kidney to afford."

"Yeah, I like my kidney's." Cameron laughed.

"You have some nice lungs too."

"I see. So, Dr. Cameron you're getting married." Vogler frowned.

"Yeah, you catch on quick big guy." Angie just smiled. She'd heard a lot about Vogler and decided since no one's job or life was on the line that talking with the guy could be a lot of fun. "Hey Vogler, What are you doing in a wedding shop?"

"I own this business." Vogler stated proudly.

"So you own a pharmaceuticals company and…a weddings shop?"

"Yes, businesses such as this one can turn a great profit." Vogler smiled wickedly and Cameron swore she could see dollar signs in his eyes.

"So we've seen, if Al here wants a nice dress for her wedding day she'd have to sell her first born on the black-market." Cameron elbowed Angie.

"Well we ought to get going, nice seeing you Edward!" Cameron shouted nervously, scooting Angie towards the exit. The two were out of the shop and quickly walking off to the florists. She may not have a gorgeous designer dress, but she'd at least have a great bouquet.

"Huh. So that was Ed Vogler. Thought he'd be taller."

Dr. Gregory House was seated at his desk, feet planted flat on the ground and head in his hands. Typically he'd play gameboy, watch TV, listen to music, or at the very least play with a tennis ball, but he had a lot on his mind at the moment, again. He had agreed to go to lunch with Stacey to discuss their discussion. He couldn't believe this was happening. Stacey professes her 'feelings' for him just when he's engaged and after he's been informed that his fiancée is pregnant; great timing Stacey. He didn't quite understand her motives either, she said she was happily married and yet she wants to talk with him about what to do regarding their 'feelings'. At this point he had no idea how he felt, but one thing was clear to him, he loved Allison Cameron. He also cared a great deal about Stacey or at least he had.

"I think roses are kind of cliché, you should try something a bit less overdone…get lilies!" Cameron turned her attention to the vase Angela was pointing at. An arrangement of flowers labeled 'pink stargazer lilies'.

"Oh…yeah, they're beautiful…and half off!" The easily affordable price of the flowers made Cameron admire them that much more.

"Your bouquet, bridesmaids, decorations, whatever these will be great." Angie wasn't the type of person to get excited over flowers, but at the moment that was the only thing that was giving hope the little wedding that could. Allison Cameron and Gregory House are getting married and it will be fabulous! So far they were getting married outside somewhere at sunset, in cheap dress clothes, with pink lilies and close family and friends.

House met Stacey in a little restaurant close by and sat down in a booth. If he didn't know any better, based on the look on her face, he'd say she didn't want to be there just as much as he didn't. He eased himself down onto the seat, his back facing the door. Stacey sat across from him and folded her hands before her on the table. House slammed his cane down on the table, satisfied to see her jump slightly and lay her hands flat.

"I'm starving." Cameron whined rubbing her stomach.

"Yeah you're bound to whither away to nothing any day now. If your hungry lets go eat, there's this really unhealthy little restaurant next door. C'mon your pregnant that's the ultimate excuse to load up on fat and carbs." Cameron smiled excitedly and followed Angie out of the flower shop and into the restaurant; they seated themselves and waited for a server to notice them and bring menus.

"What was the point of even telling me? You're not divorcing Mark and I'm not leaving Allison." House huffed.

"I know and if you recall I said that I told you because I thought you deserved to know. I would never leave Mark I love him, but I…I don't know…" Stacey sighed and looked like she could cry, she loved her husband, but the idea of having doubts about how she felt just killed her inside.

House sighed, reached out and held her hand for support, "I know, it's ok."

"Oh god." Cameron muttered. She didn't look again, she didn't care to ask questions, she just got up and rushed out of the restaurant. She saw her fiancé holding hands and gazing into the eyes of his ex-girlfriend.

Seeing Allison leave, Angie tried to see what Cameron had seen before she'd run off. Angela turned her head and saw her uncle. She rolled her eyes, stalked over to the man and smacked him up the side of the head. "You stupid knob!" She yelled and hit him again.

"What the hell was that for? I thought you were going to anger management to curb this type of bad behavior." House was lucky he had enough time to grab his cane, before his niece ripped him from the booth and was pulling him out the door by his hand.

A/N: Sorry it took so long; this is what happens when you have writer's block. I'm leaving for vacation in about a day, so if time and reviews permit I may be able to get a chapter up tomorrow. Then School starts on the sixth, so chapters will be more spaced out, but they will come! Thank you so much for reading and thank you so much to those of you who continue to review. Luv, Lola