J. Daisy & Arien Star - Thanks for the reviews! It means a lot that someone likes it :-) Now onto the story! Sorry the chapters are so short, but I prefer to proofread smaller areas!

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How had this happened? She had used protection, though it was more for protecting him than her. The idea of this situation had never even come to mind then – but now reality was crashing down. The paper was clear; underneath the positive was a full 25 mlU. She was definitely pregnant.

Suddenly Cameron leaned over the trash and emptied her stomach of what little food she had eaten earlier. Exhaustion overtook her, and she had to sit down. After resting for a minute, new fears arose, almost sending her back to her nauseous state.

What if I have HIV; the baby could contract it!

But that was one of her less-urgent worries. More concerning was What the hell am I going to tell Chase? They had never really intended for anything to become permanent – they both knew she had been on meth and very stressed. She still was stressed, but she had gotten herself together. Now everything was falling apart again.

She had so many things that needed to be done; the normal baby stuff like shopping for clothes and pre-natal care. Then there were the things like explaining to her family and friends what had happened. They didn't even know she might have HIV, much less that she was likely pregnant.

Glancing at the paper again, Cameron confirmed something else she already knew; she was about two weeks along. That pretty much dashed any hope that maybe the baby wasn't Chase's. But there was no way it couldn't be; she hadn't even been dating anyone for months. The last date she had been on with House; just the memory made her shudder. How could everything have gone so wrong?

Her gaze wandered to the clock, and she was shocked to find that it was a quarter to midnight. How long had she been here? Hastily she began putting the things that had been taken out away. Once everything was in its right place again, Cameron grabbed the sheet – the one indication that she had ever even been there. Fury overtook her and she scrunched up the paper, tossing it at the wastebasket. Missing the can completely, she bent down to grab it. Instead of discarding it though, she gradually smoothed it out and stared. Tears began dropping onto the sheet, blurring the text.

After folding it gently, she placed the sheet in her pocket and headed towards the elevator. Maybe soon she would wake up and it would all be a terrible dream.

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