"You are not marrying…him."

He frowns as Foreman looks at him incredulously.

"I'm pretty sure that won't be happening any time soon, House."

"I thought this was Cameron's--."

"You just missed her."

"I would not miss a pregnant w-woman."

Quietly, Foreman apologizes to the near sixty year old man sitting on the examining table.

"House, get out!"

"You are not marrying…him! What the hell are you-you doing here?"

"I used to think it was called examining a patient. What the hell are you doing here?"

House sighs in frustration as he wheels himself out of the exam room.

Chase shakes his head and picks up the file where he'd laid it beside the blonde woman.

"Sorry about that. I don't know what he was talking about."

"Oh, don't worry." She flicks her manicured hand in the air. "I haven't been a 'him' for two years."

"You are not…marrying him. Where--."

"House!"

Cuddy quickly jerks her hands away and draws the sheet over the woman's legs before leaning back to tell him to leave.

"You bett…" her voice trails off as she sees him already moving past the door.

"You are not marry-!" He stops as the woman turns around, revealing she isn't Cameron.

"I am Mary? Do I know you?"

Instead of answering her, he turns around and heads out of the cafeteria, thoroughly annoyed at the missing pregnant woman.

"House, are you alright?"

Her voice stops him in the middle of the hallway. Slowly, he turns his wheelchair to face where she stands by the bathroom door.

"Where the hell have you b-been?!"

Her eyes blink and her hands go to her full hips.

"Do you know h-h-how many times I-I-I wasted a p-perfectly g-good opening?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You are not marrying him," he says unenthusiastically. "See? It's lost all its jazz!"

"I'm not marrying who?"

"You don't have to keep hiding it."

"I don't even," she throws her hands up, "know what you're talking about."

"Wilson has a sonogram of your kid!"

"So?"

His face obviously tells her that the meaning is beyond obvious. She realizes a few people are starting to stare at them, and so she steps closer to him.

"What are you trying to get at?"

"You're having Wilson's kid. He's going to try to make an honest woman out of you."

She can't help but let her mouth fall open slightly.

"He…told you that?"

"The marrying part? No. But he told me you gave the sonogram to him as a friend. He's lying."

"But he never said…?"

"Doesn't matter. He's protecting someone and that someone is you."

"Who would I need protecting from?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

The rapid beeping emitting from her pager draws her focus away as she unhooks it.

"I have to go," she says, already half power-walking, half skipping to the E.R.

"They finally got you out of that wheelchair?"

He quits twirling his cane and looks at her.

"I may have ripped some hair, bit some flesh, killed a man," he shrugs noncommittally and seeing her smile, can't help but think that Wilson's going to screw this up.

"You better sit down. You look like you-you're going to fall for-forward."

She walks into the room, sits down, and closes her eyes as her feet are finally free of weight. The pink scrub top she's been wearing pulls around her belly and she momentarily thinks she'll have to go up yet another size tomorrow.

"I'm getting fat."

He looks at her healthier looking face, her finally almost fleshed out arms, and the still growing breasts he found himself admiring even more than Cuddy's.

"It's about time you fatten u-up anyways. You were getting t-too thin…from wh-what I reme-member at least."

They don't look at each other. He starts twirling his cane again, his eyes watching the muted television. She folds her hands over her belly, stares at the ceiling, and fights the fatigue coming over her bones.

"I'm not marrying Wilson."

He pauses. "He asked you?"

"No. I'm just saying. I won't marry him. And not because you told me not to."

He feels something close to relief, not only because now he won't have to lie to her about Wilson's inevitable indiscretions, or because he won't have to see her try to fix his needing neediness. He's sure it's not because he wants Wilson all to himself, or that he wants her all to himself as well.

"Mmmm," she opens her eyes. "I just got off an 18 hour shift. I better get home while I can still function."

"Cameron…."

He stops because he doesn't even know why he wants to ask her why she ate lunch with his comatose body. She was Cameron. Of course she would.

She manages to stand and ignores the crack of her back before waiting for him to finish his thought.

"Nice rack."

A/N: So, many many thanks to you guys. I'm still shipping Hameron and am now paddling my way back to the ship...hopefully I don't get tired. Hopefully Huddy happens while my eyes are closed and Cate doesn't come back for a recurring role.

Anyways, seriously...do you guys think I can spoil all the fun and tell you who the babydaddy is? LOL, I just can't...not yet...loved some of you guys' suggestions though. They made me laugh!