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Author's Note: I know this story is kinda out-of-character but gosh darn it, it's my story and they can act however I want them to! And I know it's going a little fast but hey, they know all about each other, they just haven't been dating. Till now. Review my pretty! Thank you!

It had been a week since House dropped the L-Bomb. Instead of the awkwardness that ensued when House made the "I love you" proclamation to Stacey, things were the same as usual between House and Cameron.

Well, almost the same.

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Cameron had been back at work for two months. Cases had come and gone, people had died, people had lived, it was all the same jazz. That is, until the team had diagnosed 6 year old Jeffery Bruick with terminal brain cancer. The medical squad was trying to decide who was to tell the parents.

Everyone had their separate nominations.

Foreman chose Chase, reasoning that the fashionable mother and balding father would be too preoccupied with Chase's hair (as they had been before) to try and sue the team for not reaching the correct diagnosis quickly enough.

Chase chose Wilson, seeing as he was the Head of Oncology and had so many bad news skills.

Wilson chose Chase, because he was the doctor who was the most familiar with the patient's family (excluding Cameron.)

Cameron chose Chase because the family didn't know Wilson at all, and whenever Foreman told someone they or a loved one was dying, he always just confused them with medical lingo.

House wasn't in the office when the team reached this decision, but no one thought anything of it. He never cared, why should he start now?

Wilson caught up with House a little while later. The staff was on lunch break and Chase would tell Ted and Candace afterwards.

"So, who's the lucky duck that gets to tell the lucky family that their son is dying?"

"It's not funny. He's six years old."

"Doesn't change the facts. He's annoying, obnoxious…"

"Remind you of anyone, House?"

"Why Wilson! Are you hinting that I am anything less than perfect? Why, the mere suggestion!"

"Yeah, House, totally out of whack. What was I thinking?"

"And you never answered my question."

"Chase."

"Wrong." House quickened his pace and hobbled ahead of Wilson, who silently challenged him.

"Wrong?"

"Yes. I know you're not used to hearing it but you must get used to it sometime or another." Even as he said this, white hot pains were shooting up House's leg.

"What makes me wrong?"

"Cameron's telling."

"What? Why?"

"Because I said so, duh!"

"That makes no sense…fine but your telling Cameron that she's telling."

House raised his eyebrows at Wilson. "Miss second grade a bit too much, Wilson?"

"Insult all you want, you're still telling her."

"Why, thank you for giving me permission to insult you! How am I annoyed by thee? Let me count the ways…"

Wilson nearly tripped over his own shoelaces when House walked right past the open and empty elevator.

"Uhhh, House? You missed the elevator."

"You're clumsy, you have a shiny forehead, your fashion sense is blech…"

"House, where are you going?"

"Pharmacy. You ask stupid questions…"

"What are you going to do at the pharmacy? I just refilled the prescription."

"That's where Cameron is."

"What's Cameron doing at the pharmacy? Are you making her get you another prescription?"

"I dunno what she's doing."

"Then how do you know she's there?"

"My Jedi-mind powers, duh!"

"So you saw her going there."

"And may I just pipe in what excellent detective skills you have there?"

Sure enough, as the duo rounded the corner into the pharmacy, the saw Cameron moving up to her turn at the front counter.

"Hey, let's be quiet and sneak up on her."

"Grow up, House." But Wilson followed his friend's lead anyway.

The two were right behind her, but she still didn't realize their presence. Wilson took no note of it but since House and Cameron had gotten together, he had noticed that she was extremely alert and it struck him as odd that she didn't know they were there, and so close to her, so close that they could hear her say very timidly that she needed an early pregnancy test.

Wilson snapped his head towards House so fast he wouldn't have been surprised if he had sprained his neck. House's mouth formed the shape of a small "o" but Cameron still wasn't aware that they were behind her. Wilson turned his attention back towards Cameron, just in time for her pay and turn swiftly around, nearly knocking him over.

"Wilson, wha…did you…"

Wilson closed and opened his mouth like a fish, but didn't know what to say. Finally, it seemed as though House had gotten over his shock enough to form a word.

"Al…Allison?"

Big improvement.

"Yeah, it's…yeah. I might be. I'm going to take it now so…yeah."

"How…how long has it been?"

"Since…?"

"Since your last…" House looked around at the crowded hallway that surrounded the unlikely pair. It seemed he had just realized that they weren't the only two people in the world (besides Wilson, who was numbly following them). "I don't want everyone to know just yet."

"Neither do I, so thanks. And about six weeks. I mean, it's not that long, and I just realized a…a few minutes ago."

"Oh. Wow."

So in silence, they walked to the women's bathroom, with Cameron in the front, House just behind her, and Wilson in tow a few feet back, his mind still too busy trying to process this new information that it never occurred to him to do anything else except follow.

Since House and Wilson were walking slower than usual, Cameron entered the (empty) bathroom a few seconds before House and Wilson. So of course, out of the corner of her eye, Cuddy saw one of her most trustworthy and one of her most devious doctors wandering into a women's bathroom. Cuddy knew that House wasn't doing anything that was more illegal than prescription drugs, especially not with Wilson there, but still, this was her hospital, her job, and she had to keep things at least slightly within her control. And so exactly six minutes later, she cut short the dull conversation she was carrying on with a board member to end whatever it was House was doing in the bathroom.

She walked in just in time to see Cameron and House sitting down very close to each other, and carefully studying a suspicious-looking white stick. Her vigilant eye didn't miss the affectionate way House rubbed her arm and the almost silent but redundant "oh my G/d" from Cameron and the shell-shocked look on Wilson's face. Suddenly, everything clicked.

"Oh. My. G/D!"

The three heads snapped up at the Dean of Medicine's. "Are…are you…?" Cameron nodded slowly, then gave a quick but happy sigh/chuckle as she wiped her eyes. "And…and House is…?" Cameron nodded again. She stood up next to Cuddy.

"Well, Dr. Cuddy, I guess it's a good thing I'm the mother because it seems as though some men just can't keep their cool."

Cuddy laughed. When did Cameron start teasing House and Wilson? "Do you know how far along you are?"

"No, but I can probably guess."

"You want to find out for real?"

Cameron smiled. "Sure!"

"Ok, let's go and hook you up to a sonogram machine."

Cameron trailed after Cuddy but stole a peak at the two men that would now just be sitting in close proximity to each other in a women's bathroom. "Actually, Dr. Cuddy, maybe tomorrow. This is all happening a little fast and…" "I understand. No problem. Congratulations. Come on, Dr. Wilson! You've got a little boy coming onto your floor in a couple minutes, and I want you to speak with the parents."

Wilson followed Cuddy because all at this point, it was all he could do to keep from laughing, crying, dancing, and getting hit by a car.

Once Cuddy and Wilson had left, Cameron made her way back over to House. She could tell from the look in his eyes that he was still processing this information and needed some time to think. So Cameron just sat down next to him and tried to grasp the correct words to say and also, although it made her feel guilty, what words she wanted to hear. After a few seconds, a few minutes, a few hours, House gently tapped her on the shoulder, wearing a grin that Cameron didn't know House was even capable of. She knew that that picture would stay in her mind until the day she died.

And Cameron was quite happy with the silence, because sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.

Author's Note: Whatjathink? I know it was kind of unexpected and whatnot, but gosh darn it it's my story and I'm rollin' the dice! Please review!