CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR – Immaculate Conception

On the drive home from PPTH and after hitting the grocery store for the lasagna dinner, Cameron mysteriously finds herself driving in the direction of Chase's apartment. She doesn't remember how she got there and she isn't sure exactly what she should do: stay or go on back home?

She sits in the car for a few minutes debating her next move when suddenly a rap on the windshield jolts her. She jumps a little and looks out the window to see Chase standing there with a bag of groceries. Cameron smiles and lowers the car window.

"Hey! What are you doing out here? It's just 10:30. You okay?" Chase asks concerned as he switches the bag from his right to his left arm.

"Yeah, yeah. It's just, well, I'm not really sure why I came by," she pauses, trying not to give too much away.

"Well, I've got bacon and eggs here. Have you eaten breakfast?" he asks with anticipation.

"No, no I haven't. I just came from the hosp…grocery store." She cuts herself off because she isn't sure if she should tell Chase about the conversation she had with House. "If it's not too much hassle, sure. That sounds good. I've got a lasagna dinner here, though, I can't let it just sit."

"Don't worry. Did you have any plans for today? I'll cook breakfast and you cook dinner. How does that sound?" Cameron turns off the engine, grabs her purse and opens the door as soon as Chase moves out of the way of the door.

With Cameron being a little nervous she can't quite finds the words to make the lightest of conversation, which for her is strange. "Okay, that's fine," she replies without putting up a fight.

As they reach the door to the secured building Chase fumbles with the key and the bag almost slips out of his hands but Cameron catches it just in time.

"On second thought, maybe you should cook breakfast and dinner," Chase says with a laugh as the two walk in.

A few minutes later they are settled in his apartment, Chase leaning against the sink and facing Cameron.

"So, why were you at the hospital so early this morning? We don't have any cases – not since House has been…oh, don't tell me, you went to see him?"

"Well, yes, but I was in for a surprise," she tells him.

He looks at her puzzled and asks, "What surprise?"

"He wasn't in his room," was all she could say.

"What do you mean he wasn't there? Was Wilson?"

At that, Cameron couldn't answer because she never did go to see him; she'd gone directly to the room 'her source' told her he is in for the weekend.

"I'm not sure if…well, he's okay if that's what you are worried about," she tells him.

He takes a few steps closer to her and confronts her, but softly. "Cameron, what happened between you two?"

She took a few deep breaths and told him of the conversation between her and House but not between her and Cuddy. That will humiliate her even more than she already is.

Chase took a few steps back and leans against the sink again. "Well, you're here. What does that mean, exactly?"

She looks up at him and says, "That should tell you what I want."

Chase can't help but give a shy grin as again he steps closer to her. "And what do you want, Allison?" he asks as sexily and flirtatiously as he can.

Her cheeks blush a light shade of red and says, "Breakfast."

Her comment makes Chase laugh out loud and Cameron joins him. They started breakfast and ate. The tension between them slowly ebbed away and Cameron felt more comfortable being with him.

Not to mention that they weren't together before, but this felt different. This felt right to her. And she liked it.

And she will never play a fool with House again. No, never.

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"NO?" House stammers as he stares at Cuddy incredulously. "But, I thought…"

"Oh, no, no. It's not like that," she answers as she lightly taps his left leg to scoot over, and then she sits down halfway on the bed. She hesitates a moment to get her thoughts together before she continues.

"Greg, the day after you were shot I had a follow up with Dr. Carr about the I.V.F. and…and…," she stops talking and looks away from House, her voice starting to tremble.

House reaches out his hand for hers and lightly squeezes. He can tell she is doing the best she can to hold back tears, but he has a feeling he knows what she's going to say.

"It's just…well," a single tear falls from her left cheek, "since I've been having the shots the past two months I'm still…not…producing enough eggs. And that means…"

House cut her off because he knows what that means. "There are not enough eggs to remove to fertilize. Is he 100 percent sure that multiple eggs will not occur?" he asks hopefully.

She slowly stands and walks to the window, avoiding looking at House and lets a few more tears fall.

"I'm only 36 - 36, House! Women are having babies in their early forties. I mean, I'm healthy, I eat right, I've done everything the way I was supposed to. Nothing…it's not working. It's not fair, damnit."

"Lisa?" House calls as softly and supportive as he can, yet she doesn't turn around to look at him. "Have you tried a natural conception?"