Part the Last-In which we catch up with the Ducklings, and the fabric is mended
Chase had no problem locating Carly Corinthos' and catching her eye. They had barely even had to speak. She'd run her fingers through his hair and told him she like the way he talked. She'd bought him dinner and suggested they go back to her place. He never was the kind of guy to turn down a woman in need. While House was explaining how this situation had occurred his lips were tracing a path along Carly's shoulders…her neck…her breasts…He was too busy to caught up in the who and what to care about the how or why.
Cameron and Emily were sitting in Coleman's bar doing tequila shots and commiserating.
"I have so much he could take from me. I could fix him. But he doesn't want it, doesn't want me," Cameron whimpered into an empty shot glass.
"Sonny felt the same way, but I stuck around and eventually he fell in love with me."
"But you two broke up."
"Yes, but I got him. I know what people say about me, Saint Emily's too good for the middle-aged mobster. Too young, too perfect. Blah, blah, blah. I wanted him and I got him. I always get exactly what I want. Except Zander…I didn't want that…" Emily's voice drifted off.
"Who's Zander?"
"My first husband, he's dead. I left him for my best friend."
Cameron poured two more shots, and drank them both. "I fell in love with my dying husband's best friend."
"I was raped by my second husband's doppleganger."
"Here," she pushed the bottle and glasses towards Emily, "your turn."
She obliged by taking two quick shots. "You totally understand me."
"Surprising what you can live with, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is."
Ric and Foreman were sitting on a bench down by the docks. "So you kidnapped your brother's pregnant wife and held her prisoner in a panic room? Why?"
"I was going to kill her and steal her baby." He looked at the other man, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"You are seriously messed up, dude."
"This from a man who stabs a colleague with an infected needle."
'I never slept with my step-daughter."
"You would if your step-daughter looked like this," Ric pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and showed Foreman a picture of Sam.
"You're right, I would."
Several hours later, the food gone and the alcohol and cigar supply depleted House, Wilson, Luke, Max and Jason were playing poker. Sonny and Cuddy were long gone. House was down $50, but he figured if his theory was right he wouldn't have to pay up.
"House, it's late, we should go."
"He gets so cranky if he doesn't get his eight hours."
"I'll call someone to take you home," offered Max. "Whatever the hell this has been, it's been fun."
"Do you think we'll see you again?" asked Jason.
"It seems unlikely."
"But we'll see you," Wilson couldn't hide a tipsy smile at the idea of hiding in Coma Guy's room watching on television people with whom they'd spent a day ingesting expensive alcohol and cigars.
"It's been grand," said House. "Okay, we should be going," he put his arm around Wilson's shoulder. "We most likely have work tomorrow."
"What about Cuddy? We can't just leave her here."
"She's a big girl. I don't want to interrupt her fun."
The driver dropped both men off at House's apartment. "I'm going to bed, care to join me?" offered House.
"I'll sleep on the couch, thanks."
"You sure? We're in a time slip, I've even got a boa that would really bring out your eyes. It wouldn't make us gay, just game."
"Go to bed. I have a hangover to work on," he sat down on the couch and started pulling off his shoes.
"Don't blame me when we're the only ones that didn't get busy tonight.."
"If you're my only option I'm okay with that."
"You hurt me."
"Goodnight."
The next day everything was back to normal. Wilson was hungover. So was House, but he wouldn't admit it. They were late for work. Everyone seemed to have had a great time the day before. Nothing got accomplished while notes were compared. Lucky for them there were no dying people around. Chase's constant smiling got annoying fast. Meth agreed with Cameron better than tequila. Foreman seemed almost Zen in his countenance. Being late for work wasn't a big deal that day, Cuddy didn't show up until after lunch.
Two months later she called House into her office. "I'm pregnant."
"Don't look at me."
"It's Sonny's."
"That doesn't bother you?"
"I got what I wanted. No, it doesn't."
"Congratulations."
Wilson met him in the hall, "What did you do now?"
"She's pregnant with a fictional character's child."
"And she's okay with that?"
"I guess so."
They walked in silence for a few steps. Wilson's pager went off. "Tree o'clock, Wherever the Mama-to-Be isn't?"
"Bring snacks."