Disclaimer: I do not own House but… if I pouted do you think that they'd let me have him? Please? Pouts.

They had bets riding on when everyone would notice their simple matching wedding bands. Just to not confuse anyone, Cameron decided to keep her last name but only at work. Everywhere else she was Ms. Allison House. This helped delay anyone finding out but they had to submit the forms to Cuddy so she was the first to know.

Cuddy's reaction was boring. She just rolled her eyes, said that it was about time, and then handed House a pile of clinic folders.

Wilson was much more interesting. He had burst into House's office and complained that he hadn't been the first to hear. When House confirmed it, Wilson squealed like a little girl and swung Cameron into a hug until House's jealousy and cane broke them up.

Foreman and Chase acted accordingly. Foreman doled out brotherly advice as Chase made a lewd comment about her loving his cane just as much as him. After being whacked with the object in question (the cane), House sent Chase to go do prostate exams.

All four doctors managed to keep their mouths shut so no one in the hospital was none- the- wiser. That was until the Stacinator opened her mouth.

He was just signing out of clinic duty when SHE showed up.

"Greg, can we talk?"

"No. Every time you open up your mouth I get pissed off so unless talking involves no…well, talking, you're out of luck."

She hurriedly followed him and grabbed his cane before he made it to the front door; effectively trapping him.

"Well. That's nice! Further crippling a cripple. Have you no shame woman?"

She sighed. " I just wanted to inform you of her past. I never meant to hurt you."

"Just her though," he shot back. " Allison is mine just like Mike is yours. You hurt her, you hurt me. You once complained about me not moving on and when I finally do, you follow me."

He reached out to take his cane with his left hand and she pulled it out of his reach. He sighed and let his hand drop. A few seconds later, her eyes widened and she grabbed his hand. The gold glinted off of the florescent lights.

"You actually married her!" she exclaimed in disbelief.

Judging by the looks on everyone's faces in the entry hall, he had just lost his bet. He pulled his hand free and grabbed his cane back.

"To repeat the words that you once told me would be cruel but here they are. What? You didn't expect me to move on and get married?"

She shook her head.

"No."

He turned towards the exit and walked to his car.

"Sucks for you."

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He arrived home to a dark and quiet house. This was no surprise since Allison had taken to going to bed earlier and earlier. He put his bag down and when he got to the bedroom, couldn't help but grin. She was still sitting up in bed; a book across her chest as she slept. Her glasses were perched dangerously off the edge of her nose and light was on low. She had tried waiting up for him. He stripped down to his boxers and slid between the sheets toward her.

'Ally," he murmured softly as he shook her shoulder softly.

She just mumbled incoherently and shifted. He shook her a little harder and her eyed fluttered open, squinting from the light.

"Huh? What time is it?"

"Late. Shut off the light so we can go to sleep."

Too tired to question him, she put the book and glasses onto the nightstand before shutting off the light. Once he was situated, she curled up on his side and whispered 'I love you' before passing back out. His last thought was to tell her about Stacy in the morning before he drifted off to sleep with her.

The smell of bacon and eggs assaulted his senses before his eyes opened. A quick trip to the bathroom and he was in the kitchen standing next to the object of his affection. He grabbed her and proceeded to kiss her until she pulled away laughing.

"The food will burn."

"Pesky food," he mumbled as his whiskers tickled her neck. She giggled again and shooed him towards the table. He pouted like a little boy and flopped onto the chair. Still laughing, she served them their breakfast and sat down across from him.

"What's wrong?"

His forehead scrunched together at her question.

"What?"

"Did the patient die or something?" she asked as she speared some eggs. " You were really late last night."

He just grunted around his bacon.

"Cuddy tacked on more hours because I asked for leave when you go on maternity leave. I still do the house even though I'm not there."

She raised an eyebrow.

"That wouldn't have taken that long."

He mumbled something.

"What?"

'Stacy," he told her. "She stole my cane and then exclaimed to everyone that we got married. I owe you a day at the spa."

"She's still starting stuff?"

"Stuff is a very small word. I prefer to use the term apocalypse."

Allison put her head in her hands and sighed.

"It's okay," he said softly. "She won't try to bother us anymore. I told her that she should leave us alone."

She looked up at him.

"And you really think that she will?"

He sipped at his coffee.

"No."

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Target sighted, Allison strode towards Stacy at the entrance hall. She stopped and leaned next to her.

"Leave Greg alone."

Stacy just ignored her.

"Leave me alone. Just go back home and take your healthy husband with you."

Stacy looked at her and then leaned into her personal space.

"I'm not going anywhere and neither is Mark. And I'm not going to leave you and Greg alone. He pushed me away and now I'm going to push you two apart. And there's nothing you can do about it."

When Stacy said 'you', she pushed Allison on her shoulder. Allison stumbled back a little and then fell backwards. She had tripped over a box of files. House, who had seen the entire conflict, hurried over and held Allison's head up. Wilson crouched down next to him.

"I called for a stretcher. She okay?"

House checked her reflexes and then nodded.

"She's just a little dazed. Will you take her to one of the exam rooms for me?"

Wilson nodded and carefully picked Allison up. A nurse rushed ahead and opened the door for him. House turned to Stacy who tried to apologize. He held a hand up and cut her off.

"I don't care. You stay away from us or I'll have her press charges. Quit and move away or I will personally see to it that you never work comfortably again. You're lucky she didn't land on her stomach. Move away. NOW!"

He turned and walked into the exam room. Wilson had used his lab coat as a pillow.

"What happened?" she asked, tired.

House frowned. "You two were arguing. She pushed you and you tripped."

He checked the back of her head. "No bruising but I'll bet you'll need some aspirin later."

A knock on the door interrupted them. Cuddy poked her head in.

"The missus okay?"

Allison rolled her eyes. "I'm fine."

Cuddy closed the door behind her and stepped towards Allison.

"I am so sorry. If I had known that this was going to happen, I never would have hired her. She gave me her resignation slips and she'll be gone by the end of the day. I'm going to give you BOTH the day off. Go home and rest."

Allison smiled as House high-fived Wilson.

"Free day! All right!"

The worst was over. Stacy and Mark moved back to their original town. For a week she tried to call House on his cell. When he didn't answer, she gave up. With their latest soap opera gone, the hospital staff turned their attention to the upcoming House baby. The newest bets were on what the sex was and when it would be born. Allison wanted a boy to take after House. House just wanted a healthy baby. Being a doctor sucked when you knew everything that could go wrong. Hopefully, everything wouldn't show itself. Hopefully, hope would be enough.

Author's note: This is number 7! Two more to go! Love meeeeeeee! I wonder if they let me have him because I pouted. Hmmm.