A/N: Bummer. I don't own House M.D.

And hey, what no one cares House isn't stuttering anymore LOL. And calm yourselves for what about's to happen. Take a deep breath...and remain calm. Thanks!

He watches her, slight amusement crossing his features as she licks her fork clean after her third generous slice. They sit opposite each other, the one in the wheelchair drumming his fingers along his thigh.

"I lied, you know."

Raising his eyebrows, he looks at her, knowing a Cameron lie, is one of the most intriguing.

"I've..." she looks away, "gained 32 pounds."

He doesn't know why, but he cracks a smile, his hand quickly covering it from her view.

"Couldn't tell."

"Yeah, right. You..."

"What's wrong?"he asks, straightening in his chair.

"No...nothing," she replies in a breath. "It's just been a while since Elvis."

"I knew you liked 'em old, but dead? Kinky hormones, Cameron."

Rolling her eyes, she represses the urge to throw the closest thing she can find at him.

"He calms Brennan down."

" 'Brennan?' "

"That's what I'm going to call him, or her."

"Why would you name your kid that?"

"It's the name of one of the characters on my favorite tv show. I like it."

"That kid's going to be a science nerd/geek/loser/outcast/squint. Squint?"

Cameron frowns, mirroring House's.

"Why did you say squint?"

"Dunno."

As hastily as she can, she stands. "I've got to use your bathroom."

Washing her hands in the sink after relieving herself, she looks in the mirror. Her white empire waisted maternity dress covers her hefty breasts before flowing over her rounded abdomen. Her face is fuller and lighter with the hint of laugh lines around her mouth. The question suddenly comes to her and she momentarily freezes. What am I doing here?

Nausea suddenly grips her and she takes hold of the side of the sink. Her breaths become shallow and quick.

"Oh, god. Oh, god."

Bringing a hand down to her abdomen, she gently rubs her stomach, hoping to quell the movements of her child.

"Cameron?!"

"Bren, calm down," she whispers.

"You aren't having the kid, are you?!"

"No! I'm okay!"

As another bout of nausea threatens to empty the recently eaten lemon pie, she suddenly realizes there's music coming from the other side of the door. The nausea beginning to subside, she sits down on the porcelain toilet, gently tapping her foot.

"You're the devil in disguise. Oh yes, you are."

A smile crosses her lips as she feels Brennan quit kicking her.

When she finally emerges from the bathroom, he turns his head.

"Alive?"

"Barely," she smiles. "You're playing Elvis?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he leans back in his wheelchair, watching as she leans against the back of the sofa.

"The King likes an audience every now and then, even if it is Godzilla."

"Brennan."

"Tomayto, tomahto."

"Thank you, House."

The silence he feels crawls under his skin. If she's expecting more from him, she doesn't say anything. Elvis's voice wafts through the air and he finds himself watching her hands lightly pat her belly in beat to the song.

"How are you going to do this?" he asks without thinking.

"Do what?"

"That." He motions to her stomach.

She closes her eyes for a few seconds before opening them to focus on him. She can't help but stare at the one scar adorning his face, right as his left eyebrow begins to curve.

"I've been managing so far." She bites her lip. "I can do this."

He nods slowly. If anyone can do it, it's her.

"On your own?"

"On my own."

"You know, I find it hard to believe, that anyone you would conceive a child with, would leave you to handle this by yourself."

"You're trying to put it all together."

"That's what I do."

"Why does it mean so much to you?"

"I just don't understand it. Who wouldn't want you as their kid's mom?"

Straightening, she clears her throat and smooths her blonde hair down.

"I'm tired. I should be getting home. Thanks for...letting me have some of the pie."

"Does he even know?" He waits a beat. "No, you wouldn't keep something like this from him, no matter who it is."

She takes a few steps forward, and the moment she passes him, he clicks his tongue.

"Unless he does know, and doesn't care."

Her steps halt and he watches her back. He's hit a nerve. Though as she turns around to face him, he's not so sure it's worth it. Her face shows something he's never seen this clear. Heartache.

"Cam--."

"No," she interrupts him, her mouth tight and hard.

"You want to know?" She takes a step forward. "You think it matters?" Another step to him. "You want to solve your stupid puzzle?" There's no more space between them and she looks down at him.

"You really think you knowing is going to change anything?" She searches his face, looking for anything. Reaching beside him to a side table, she picks up the pad of post-its and half used pencil.

"Here you go." She throws the pencil on the table and the pad face down on his lap before leaving his apartment.

Gingerly, his fingers grasp the post-it pad, turning it over. Looking up to where she'd stood, he's not sure what emotion he feels.

Sebastian Charles

A/N: ...Oh...Snap...