Week Twelve: Point of No Return

"So you're really in this crazy scheme for the long haul." That was the first thing out of Robert Chase's mouth as his ex-wife sat across from him in the doctors' lounge of Princeton-Plainsboro. She had come in for an ultrasound and he had found her; somehow they had found themselves here, somewhere between talking to each other and sniping at each other, with Cameron not sure which she would rather have.

"I always was," Cameron replied defensively. "What are you talking about?"

"Well," Chase drawled, leaning his elbow against the arm of the chair. "Three months is the point of no return."

"You mean, if I was going to abort?" Cameron challenged, giving him a sigh. She should have known that he would be this argumentative, even if this had nothing to do with him, which it really didn't. Once this baby was born and House was better, she would… well, she didn't know what she would do. Maybe she would put the kid up for adoption, or… she could raise the baby as a single mother, because if the baby came out looking even remotely like House, that would ruin her chances with Chase now and forever, wouldn't it?

She hadn't really thought that part of it all through, maybe because this baby didn't seem like his or her own person yet. Right now, Cameron didn't even know if she was having a boy or a girl. She had gone to her own doctor, to see what was going on and everything, but they hadn't really been able to see much yet. The baby had seemed so small that it seemed like more just a part of Cameron than anything outside of her. Maybe she would have to wait until the kid started kicking to really come to terms with the whole thing.

Maybe she wouldn't even have to. She didn't hope for that outcome, but she knew that it was a possibility, and she also knew that if she miscarried she was going to cut her losses and not try again, say that it was a good shot and just move on. There was no way that she would want to go through this whole thing twice; it already had ripple effects that she hadn't counted on and if she got the chance to stop the whole plan right then, right now – well, she thought she would probably take it.

"I'm not trying to imply anything, Allison," Chase began, but Cameron shot him a glare.

"Oh, of course not," she fired back. "The fact is that this is the issue. This is a thing, this is, most likely, going to happen, unless nature gets in my way. So what are you going to do about it?"

"What am I going to do about it?" Chase inquired. "What are either of us going to do about it? You've conveniently landed us in a situation that is not very likely to get us back together…"

"Well, considering you seem to be more interested in sleeping with Thirteen…" Cameron fired back, "From what I've heard…"

"I'm not sleeping with Thirteen!" Chase fired back, far too quickly. This led Cameron to assess, quite quickly, that if he wasn't already, he was at least thinking about it, and she threw her hands up in frustration.

"You do know that if I wouldn't even be in this situation at all if I hadn't come back for you," she told Chase, rising out of the chair and instinctively and protectively reaching for her stomach. Everything was messed up, up to and including this child, but maybe that was wrong. Maybe this kid, who didn't even exist yet, was the only thing that made sense in the world at all.

"You can't actually be serious," Chase said to her, in a slow, incredulous voice. "You cannot be blaming the fact that you came back and decided to sleep with your ex-boss, not to mention my current boss, then turned around and said you were doing it for me… You can not really be trying to blame this on me? You were the one who left me in the first place! You're doing this all on a whim. How can I trust anything you say at all?"

"I'm doing something on a whim?" Cameron rounded on him. It hurt to be this angry; she could feel her whole body flushing, her forehead turning hot at it, but she didn't care. She was furious and she was going to make him hear about it because this… this was all his fault. She did lower her voice, however, as she hissed, "You killed a man, Chase. I didn't leave you on a whim. I was even about to stick by you until I realized you didn't even feel bad about it! You know what they call someone who doesn't feel bad about hurting people! A sociopath!"

Chase stared at her before shaking his head.

"You're ridiculous, Cameron. Listen. We're done. We're way past done, in fact. I don't want to see you, talk to you, or look at you. Have whoever's kid you want, date whoever you want to, and have a nice life. But you can give up on thinking I'm going to be in it. What I did, I did for reasons you aren't ever going to understand. You shouldn't have walked back into my life, Allison… I don't want you there."

With that, he turned and pushed the doors forward, leaving the room and, it seemed, leaving Cameron's life the same way she had thought she was leaving his when she went back to Chicago. Had he been right? Did she just want to have it both ways?

There had to be an answer she could figure out for all of this, some way to fix the whole mess. But there wasn't. She had put her cards on the table, and she was in the game, whether she was going to win or lose. It really was the point of no return.