A/N: Disclaimer. Mr. Shore owns House.

"That is so something I would do."

Wilson holds the controller back, and brings it forward simulating a bowling ball throw, all while replying, "I know. We all lived through it."

"Seriously, I'm genius."

"I'm the one who convinced Cuddy this Wii game was the only way you'd go through PT. I'm genius."

"Get me out of PT for my legs, and then you'll be the genius. Until then, eat my bowling ball smoke."

"You know what? You ripped off the Survivor thing, so it doesn't technically make you a genius." Wilson's turn ends in a spare.

"From what I remember, it was awesome. Don't hate, Wilson. Appreciate."

A snort is issued from the oncologist as he watches House yet again, reach a strike.

"Crippled gets a turkey! Crippled is kicking oncologist's ass."

"If Crippled doesn't watch it, Oncologist is going to tell the Dean that Crippled is ready for clinic duty. Come on, it's your turn again, invalid."

"I don't remember you being this mean."

"All you've remembered is some of your Survival hiring arc. There's a lot you still don't remember."

"Hhmmmm." House ends the game with his last throw ending in a spare. "Fill me in on this whole...Chase/Cameron thing."

"Why?"

"Missed my OTH fix last night."

"If you want to know, ask Cameron. You guys are spending time together."

"You guys are the one having the kid together."

"She's not having my kid, House. And you can quit telling the hospital that."

"Aw, is it putting a cramp into your playa thing?"

"I could tell everyone that it's yours."

The utter silence makes Wilson turn his head to the figure of House sitting with his mouth nearly gaping.

"Close mouth, close." Wilson says with his own smirk.

"No one would believe that."

"She loves you, of course they would believe it. Then again, your swimmers are getting old--Ow!"

House smirks as he places his handy cane back onto Wilson's desk.

"Nevermind, you're right, House. They wouldn't believe me."

"Why not?"

"I just can't win, can I?"

For the first time in almost four months, he sits in his living room. Tapping his fingers on his thigh, he wonders why exactly he's not at home here anymore. Something's different, and he does not like different.

The knock on the door causes him to frown as he wheels himself around to the door. With a curse word on his lips, he pulls the door open, not prepared for who's on the other side.

"Hey."

Nothing comes out of his mouth.

"Are you going to invite me in?"

He thinks about it for a moment, but curiosity wins him over in the end. Scooting back, he allows her ample entrance and watches her shut the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?"

She shrugs her shoulders, her right hand holding a grocery sack, as she walks past him to sit on the couch.

"It's your first day back home. Here."

"What is it?"

"I've heard, and it may just be a rumor, that you have to open it to find out."

He looks at her, something not quite fitting. Finally, he opens the bag.

"Lemon pie?"

"It's like a housewarming gift."

"Pie?"

"Food, yes."

"Why?"

"It's your first day back home," she replies, becoming agitated.

"And you show up at my apartment to bring me pie?"

"What's so wrong with that?!"

"You're being nice...to me."

"I thought you might like it! Forgive me for trying," she takes in a deep breath, fighting the tears, "to be nice!"

"Oh, god," he mutters to himself once he sees her hand go up to cover her eyes. He'd made Cameron cry. He'd made a pregnant woman cry. He'd made a pregnant Cameron cry. "God" might well strike him dead now.

"No!" she somehow says.

She shakes her head, trying to stand but his couch is too soft and she can't quite make it all the way to her feet. Slapping against the back of the chair, she gasps again because she hates him seeing her like this. Before she can stop herself, the tears are nearly flooding her face, and in mortification, she covers her face so she can keep some dignity she doesn't know she's already lost.

He doesn't know what to do. For a second, he thinks about wheeling himself out of the room so she can have her breakdown in quiet. Rolling his eyes, he silently curses his mother for whatever conscience he has and pops two vicodin into his mouth.

"Calm down, Cameron. I like...pie."

"You don't have to say that just be-because I-I," she inhales, "I'm crying all over your couch!"

"Cam--."

"I've gained twenty-five pounds! I can't drink my coffee! Spicy food gives me horrible heartburn! The color green makes me want to puke! My ankles are so huge that I seriously think my socks are cutting off my circulation! And I can't put the stupid crib together because all the pieces won't fit! And then you make fun of me trying to be nice!"

He sits there, blowing air into his mouth and holding it for a few seconds, thinking. He's in quite the dilemma, quite the dilemma.

"How 'bout some pie?"

A/N: Wow, just found out dilemma isn't "dilemna." I guess we learn something everyday. Anyways, so I guess this is more about strengthening Hameron than about moving the plot forward...but oh well. Thanks for the awesome reviews guys! Seriously, it lights up my day because I must face Jyoti, a professor who's part Tritter, Vogeler, O.J. Simpson, Robert Blake, Devil, And evil in general.