A/N: This is the "REAL" Chapter 14! The last chap was just for kicks...my kicks...and it didn't go well.

Disclaimer: DOH

So consumed by the absolute ludicrousness of his so called 'memories,' he willingly does his clinic duty for one straight week. Cuddy doesn't mind and in fact thinks, or rather hopes, that his coma has somehow re-wired him. Wilson is suspicious, enough so to remind House every day at lunch, that it's time to get something to eat.

Watching Brenda note the time he checks out, he doesn't realize her walking up behind him.

The arm sneaks past his shoulder and without second thought, he turns his head to see who had dared get so close to his personal body. The way her eyes refuse to meet his, he knows she's still holding a grudge against him. It doesn't surprise him.

"Dr. Cameron in at 2:24."

"There's a patient in Room 2 waiting for Dr. House. You can take her."

He watches the exchange between nurse and doctor, and as she reaches for the file in Brenda's outstretched hand, he snatches the file before Cameron can.

"I needed a consult. Come on, prego."

Without waiting for a response, he limps forward only to realize halfway to the exam room, that she hasn't followed him.

"Cameron!"

For a second, she doesn't say anything, still trying to decide if he's being truthful. The doctor in her kicks in at the time and she sighs as she begins to half-waddle, half-walk, to him. Without asking, she takes the file from his hand and keeps walking, merely bothering to glance with irritation at him.

"Ms. Caywood, I'm Dr. Cameron. This is Dr. House."

"I think I have an STD."

Cameron opens her mouth, closes it, and softly turns to House.

"No consult needed. Here you go."

"What? You haven't checked her out."

"House, you're a big boy now. You can diagnose an STD all by yourself."

"Would you get over being mad at me for calling your babydaddy?"

She starts, her hand on the doorknob. "This is not the place!"

"Why not? Cici doesn't mind. Do you?"

"My name's Am-."

"No, you don't!"

"Her name's not Cici and I'm serious. Not now," she grinds out.

"Cici, Dr. Cameron is all pissy because--."

"House!"

"I called her babydaddy last week and asked--."

She grabs his arm, jerking him off the stool and leading him into the small almost hallway separating them from the rest of the clinic.

"You need to stop!"

"You know who needs to stop? You. I'm crippled and you j-j-just yanked me!"

"No," she pokes him in the chest. "You do not get to mess with my kid's life, or mine." She pokes him again. "Leave Sebastian alone. Leave me alone." She ends with one last poke of her finger that he grabs.

"Let go, House."

For some reason, he suddenly feels like he's encountered deja-vu. Letting her finger go, he feels as if it's past evening and they are once again, in some small hallway. She's in the same position, arms crossed beneath her chest, though she's not pregnant in this scene. Her features are hard, demanding something from him that he thinks she should quit asking for. Anger comes from nowhere and directs itself at her.

"What do you possibly expect from me?"

Popping two Vicodin, the irritation reaches a high point as he tries to ignore the suddenly tragic pain in his thigh.

"I mean, seriously? What's wrong with you?"

Where the words are coming from, he doesn't know, and so he stops himself.

Part of what she feels is fear. He's said those exact words in the exact same tone so long ago. The near confusion rippling across his face makes her heart pound harshly. Dear God, he wasn't remembering was he? Why hadn't he told her?

"House, do you know what you're saying?" she asks, her hand suddenly on his arm.

The tremble in her voice elicits panic, and because he can't look at her, he turns away, limping heavily toward the glass doors leading to the lobby.

"House!"

He doesn't know what's going on with him, but he's pretty sure two people have been lying to him this whole time. One is someone he doesn't want to confront yet in case he's extraordinarily wrong. One of them is his only friend, and he's got some explaining to do.

A/N: Ah, I bet it's making sense now. I hope so at least. Well, after all the confusion, it just spurred me into action during study hall tonight. So, the drama? It's starting now. I'm gonna guestimate and say 4 more chapters before the inevitable happens. What's the inevitable? Good question. But the next chap is all planned out in my head, and I think it's going to be like duh, but hopefully still great.

Sorry for the past confusion! Should I just delete the last fake chap to make it clear? Anyways, thanks!

Edit: Fake 14 has been deleted due to possible brain fryation. Back to original programming.