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CHAPTER TWELVE – Love Over a Green Pizza

"Bly, it's almost 6 o'clock, we should get something to eat," John says to her as they stand by their sons' bed after Cuddy left them. House is still awake but closes his eyes briefly a few times. "He needs to sleep."

"No, I'm not hungry," she tells him as she fiddles with the top sheet around House's chest. "And he can still sleep while I'm here."

"Go," House whispers groggily as he swallows hard.

"You want some water, honey?" Blythe asks but House shakes his head slowly and carefully.

"We can just get something in the cafeteria," John insists and Blythe is slowly becoming impatient with her husband.

"John! I said I'm NOT hungry!" she says harshly. "Go if you have to but I am staying here with my son." House looks at his father to see his reaction because he's never seen his mom this irritable and short with him before.

'She saw it, I KNOW she has, damnit,' he thinks to himself.

John's eyebrows crease in a frown as he sighs, puts his hand on his son's shoulder and says, "I'll be back. You want some yogurt or something? I don't think Dr. Cuddy would let you have a reuben," he states, forcing a smile across his lips.

"No, Dad. Thanks," he mutters. John nods his head, looks at his wife like a dog that wet the carpet and leaves the room.

"Mom, he only wants you to eat; you know you get sick if you don't," House says as he tries to sit up a bit.

She heaves a sigh says, "Oh, I know. I think I owe him his favorite dinner, pot roast, when we get home." She forces a laugh to lighten the mood a bit.

'I will not bring it up, not now. But it's killing me,' she thinks to herself, feeling a knot in her stomach the size of Michigan.

He grins back and tells her, "Thanks."

She looks at him and says, "Oh, you don't need to get all worked up over your father…"

"No, no, for being here."

She gives him a genuine smile, leans in and kisses him on the forehead. "You were so pig-headed about us not coming down when you had the infarction that we didn't. And I've regretted it to this day."

"But I really wanted you here, then" he says sleepily.

"It's okay, Tigger. I'm here now. I'm here now, baby."

"I hate it whe' ewe caw me tha'" he mutters seriously (but Mom knows different), closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, with the most security a child can ever have in its' life: by its' mother side.

HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D. HOUSE M.D.

Chase and Cameron walk into her apartment. She throws her key ring on the table by the door, throws her purse on the couch as she walks by and heads to the kitchen. "You want coffee?" she asks him.

"Uh, no thanks, but I'll take a soda if you have one."

"All I've got…" she yells then realizes Chase has followed her to the doorway of the kitchen and lowers her voice, "is diet Coke. That okay?"

"Eck, I guess so," he moans as he watches her make the coffee then opens the refrigerator door to retrieve his soda.

"I've got some leftover pizza if you want it. I think I got it two nights ago," she says as she takes the box out and places it on the counter and walks back to the coffee machine.

Chase doesn't answer but walks over to the counter and flips open the pizza lid, wrinkling his nose at the looks of the pizza: it looks very dry, hard and chunky; the edges look just a tad forest green and fuzzy to him.

"Uh, I'm really not hungry," he tells her.

She turns around, sees the expression on his face and looks at the pizza. "Oh, God," she says as she walks toward him, "Guess it's been longer than that." She looks up at Chase and sees him smile, which makes her smile back at him.

And for some reason they laugh for several minutes, sometimes so hard Cameron grabs her stomach and tears roll down her cheeks. But, soon the tears of laughter turn into tears of pain and she collapses on the floor on her knees.

"Cam…Allison, are you okay?" Chase asks out of sudden concern, no longer laughing. He kneels down beside her and looks at her. "It's just a pizza," Chase says, knowing she isn't crying over the food but hoping the minor joke would stop the tears.

"I…mm…not…crying over th…pizza…," she sniffles then lets a few chuckles of laughter escape. "I'm just so…so tired."

Chase reaches his hand out and rests it on her shoulder. "Allison, we've all been stressed the past few days. It's good to cry, let it out," he says reassuringly. At that she leans in toward him and he catches her, wraps his arm around her shoulder and let her rest her head on his collar bone. She continues to cry and he gently rocks her back and forth for almost ten minutes, not saying a word to her.

When he feels all the strength drain from her and feels limp against him, he stands, bends down, puts his arm under the crook of her knees and wraps his other arm around her back and lifts her up in his arms. She doesn't resist him as he carries her out of the kitchen, through the living room and into the bedroom, gently laying her on the bed with her head on the pillow.

He looks at her for a second before he says, "Get some sleep, okay."

She sniffles a few times, wipes her nose and begs, in between a failed breath through the nose, "Sssday."

"I am. I'll be right in the living room."

"Doe, ssday wid me, here," she says as she turns on her side facing him.

He looks at her confused, worried and a trillion other emotions before he declines. "I can't, it wouldn't be a good idea."

"I don' wand to be alone, please," she says weakly, as her eyes beg to him more than her words do.

He thinks about it, for just a split second, uncomfortably sits on the bed and slowly lies down on his side, waiting for an unprecedented 20.0 point earthquake to rattle the bedroom at any second and wake him up from this dream he is apparently having.

But as Chase looks at Cameron's face, something starts to build up inside of him. Seeing her lay there, with her head on her crooked arm and her left hand under her chin looking at him, brings something out in him that he isn't expecting. He wonders to himself if she is feeling the same way, and his question is answered a moment later.

She scoots closer to him, stopping when her chest meets his and places her head on his pillow, puts her left arm over his waist and buries her face in his neck. It takes him a moment to figure out what he should do, but he knows what to do.

He reaches his right arm out to her, placing it over her waist, and pulls her even closer to him. And they lay there, side by side, holding each other, out of comfort? Out of necessity? Out of…what?

"Thanks," she says as she sniffs once more and relaxes into him. He smiles but doesn't answer her. He's afraid if he talks he'll wake up, and this is one dream he doesn't want to wake from if it is.