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Author's Note…And I'm back! Sorry for the hiatus, but I really wanted to finish Better To Have Loved and Lost before I got back to work on this. Now, My Girl is going to get a lot of attention. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed!

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Four Months Later…6 Months into the relationship

It had been one of those days. One of Wilson's patients had thrown up on him. Down in the clinic, Cameron had to perform a prostate exam on a sixty-four year old man. Wilson's first wife was in town visiting a friend and the two had run into each other at the grocery store. House had been crazy today having had to pull an extra clinic hour seeing as the drabble of cases had been slow for the month.

Wilson decided that a large man in stirrups beat out any day so he made dinner for Cameron. While he stirred the pasta, Cameron walked in and out of the room while getting changed and carrying on a conversation. It wasn't explicit; it was actually pretty domestic.

All of the sudden, the door snapped open. House stalked into the kitchen and without even saying hello, he went on a rant. "Cuddy hates me. She should be arrested. Her actions as Dean of Medicine have to be illegal."

"And what are those actions?"

"A whole extra hour! That's harassment and you know what? I'm an old man and my poor heart can't take it! No more stress!"

"Maybe you should just quit. Oh wait, but you don't have a life. Shucks."

Cameron stormed in, now just down to a bra and pajama pants. "And all day long he just sulks and throws insults at us and you know what? It's one thing when we're working on a case and he's just riding us to make us think harder or whatever he says it is but when he's just bored, I mean…"

"You know, Dr. Cameron, most of my strippers don't talk bad about me while they're performing but I'm always up for something new. Is that Victoria's Secret Winter Edition? Interesting choice, very risqué but you make it work."

Cameron's jaw dropped. She looked from House to Wilson and Wilson to House before screaming, slamming her arms over chest, and running from the room, no doubt about to put on a very dark, bulky shirt.

House raised his eyebrows at Wilson. "She's got da goods."

"I would prefer it if you didn't talk about your employee's and my girlfriend's goods."

"But I want to" House whined.

"You can't always get what you want."

"But you can get what you need and Cameron needs her paycheck tomorrow afternoon so she's coming into work tomorrow and I am not letting this go."

"That's nice, but you should leave."

"Bye. Enjoy the couch!"

"What!"

But House was already gone. Wilson barely had time to digest the last little comment when a soft object hit him square in the stomach. He looked down at whatever it was that had been chucked at him.

It was a pillow. So he was going to sleep on the couch.

"Allie! Come on! Let me in!"

Cameron did open the door, but wouldn't let Wilson pass through. "You just stood there, you knew he was there, and you let me embarrass myself!"

"Between the two of you, I barely got a word in!"

"You could have said 'hey look! It's your boss!' or 'what do you know, House is here!' or even something along the lines of 'code red!'"

"Code red?"

"You know what I mean. You could have done something."

"No, I really couldn'…"

"Yes, you could! I don't think you realize that my boss has just seen me not only in a bra, but in a bra talking about him! That would have been like Cuddy walking in on you complaining about her job skills or lack thereof while you were in tighty-whities!"

"I don't wear tighty-whities."

"Argh!" And with that, Cameron slammed the door shut, right in Wilson's face. He sighed. As bad as that day was, tomorrow was sure to be even worse.

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If there was one thing Donna Cameron had told her daughter over and over again was never to leave a conversation while you're angry. Which was why Allison Cameron was tossing and turning in her bed all alone because not only had she left a conversation angry, she left a whole day angry. What if tomorrow morning Cameron woke up to find that Wilson had left for work already and on the way there, he got into a fatal car crash? Or what if Wilson simply didn't wake up the next morning, and it turns out he had a terrible but unnoticed brain tumor and was in a coma? Or what if during the night, his ex called and they decided to reconcile and Wilson only did it because he didn't want to sleep alone?

Cameron rolled her eyes at herself. Would it have really hurt her mother if she had told her just once to don't worry, be happy? Would it have been so bad?

After about half an hour of debating this, Cameron got out of bed and sleepily trudged her way towards the couch. Wilson was flat up against the back of the couch so Cameron just snuggled herself right into his chest. If any of the disastrous things she thought of happened, she would at least be right there with him.

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Wilson had been kicked out of the bedroom many times before and although sometimes whoever kicked him out had regretted it, they had never sacrificed a night of sleep themselves. Which was why he was so surprised to find a soft mass against his chest in the morning. He gently nudged her. "Hey, Allie? I know you're incredibly nice and all, but I don't think you understand the rules of being 'in the doghouse' very well. You're supposed to be very mad at me, and then I'm supposed to do something stupid then something incredibly romantic to apologize. The thing is, we're both supposed to be awake for the apology. Then we sleep together."

Cameron shifted the tiniest bit. "It's never how it's supposed to be."

"That's true. So we're cool now?"

"Mmmhmm. Hey Jimmy?"

"Yeah?"

"Does this mean I don't get something incredibly romantic?"

"No. You'll get it. When you're least expecting it, I'll get you."

"Are you trying do something sweet or something stalker-y?"

"Dun dun dun!"

Cameron rolled her eyes. Would it be so bad if he just told me what he's up to? Why am I the only one that's left hanging in this relationship? "Fine, just do it soon."

"Save something for the bedroom!"

Cameron got up and left the room. Don't even bother thinking about that last "sentiment".

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A week and a half later, Wilson still hadn't done whatever he had cooked up. After five days; Cameron doubted he would go through with it. At this point; Cameron didn't even think he had come up with anything to begin with. She hated that this was the thing that put their relationship into perspective. Is this how it was going to be? Empty promises of birthday and anniversary plans? Early to work, late to come home? Cameron didn't want to settle for that kind of life, but she also didn't want to settle for anyone that wasn't Wilson.

She had seen the other side and she couldn't go back.

For now, she would concentrate on things she had some form of control over. The amount of time she waited in between labs. The prescriptions she wrote out in the clinic. The comforting words she offered her patients.

Snapping back to reality, she examined the X-Rays in front of her. It wasn't cancer, she noted with relief.

"Hey, Al!"

Cameron looked toward the door where Wilson was. "Hey."

Wilson walked over confidently. "What's wrong?"
She wasn't ready to tell him her worries yet. She wanted to sort them out herself, wait a couple weeks, see if they went away. It was how she dealt with most of her problems and even Cameron had to admit; it wasn't the best way. "Nothing. Just tired and a little frustrated. With the patient; that is."

"Well, I gotta little something to cheer you up."

Cameron smiled. Good things always come in little packages. "What's that?" She peered around his back, behind which he was hiding something.

He brought it around the other side and placed it on the table. It was a small, blue velvet box. Cameron would have been perfectly happy if it was just that; a little ornament to put on the coffee table. But it was open and just like a clam displaying a pearl, it was showing off a sparkling engagement ring.

And with these thoughts milling around her mind, she already knew her answer. "Jimmy, this is-incredibly beautiful. I'm flattered. But Jimmy, I can't marry you. Not now."

Wilson gaped. "Wha…wha…why?"

"We've only been dating six months! I'm not ready for this yet. We're already living together; I want to take things slow. Slower, anyway. I just…I can't. I'm sorry. I have to go."

She got up and left, leaving Wilson all alone. Or so he thought.

House walked in, having seen the whole scene. "She rejected you."

Wilson looked up sadly. He was too crestfallen to even bother to shoo House away, let alone come up with a witty retort. "I know."

"She was right to."

"What?"

"She saved you both from doing something stupid."

"Are you joking?"

"Are you?"

Wilson sighed and got up. "I'm going home."

"She won't be there" House called out at his retreating form.

"I don't care."

Once out of House's sight, Wilson whipped out his cell-phone and dialed cautiously. "Hello, Kathy? It's Jimmy…"

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This was the fifth bar House had been to that night, and this was only his third drink. His rounds hadn't in pursuit of alcohol, but instead of a certain female. Finally, he spotted a familiar head.

"I'll have a Cosmo, virgin please." The bartender produced one for Cameron immediately, but she hesitated before taking a sip. "Could you please just double-check this is non-alcoholic?"

The bartender rolled his eyes but complied. "It's clean, missy."

"Thank you." House watched Cameron take a small drink before hobbling over to her.

"Last I heard, Cosmos were out of fashion."

So well Cameron had gotten to know House these last few months, she didn't even bat an eyelash at his presence. "Last you heard, I was telling Jimmy-or Wilson, whatever-that I couldn't marry him."

House nodded as he ordered "any drink that will make me want to do something really stupid, so this young lady here will have to refrain me." He turned to Cameron. "You made the right choice. I've got a quick question for you. Just a quickie. If I have to consume large amounts of alcohol after just watching that little scene, how is it that you're fine without drinks?"

Cameron looked down at her hands. Her fingers tip-toed back and forth on the countertop. "I can't."

"Yes, you can. You just lift the glass and…"

"No, you don't understand. I can't. I'm pregnant."

House set down his drink and tilted back his head. "That does present a bit of a problem, doesn't it?"

Cameron nodded. Then came the tears. One after the other, an endless march. Soon she was sobbing into House's chest. "What am I going to do?"

House thought for a second. The answer seemed pretty obvious to him, almost too obvious. "We'll go back to the apartment. I'm sure he's there waiting for you. We'll figure things out from there. And don't worry…I've got my cane. You can give him a good whack on the head if you want to."

Cameron sniffed and gave herself a mental pep-talk as to what lay directly ahead of her. She didn't even realize that her hand was placed firmly on her stomach.

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Author's Note…Well, this chapter didn't start out so good, but I think it improved slightly. Anyway, please review.

Bonus points if you can guess who Kathy is!