A/N: Hellohello. Due to the A&P and Micro exams pushed back to the Monday we get back from Springbreak, a new chapter was able to be written. Thanks for reading. Thanks for reviewing. Thanks for it all.

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Oh, and to Nellas: You and some others were definitely in the minority of liking the fake chap 14. But at the end, I might repost it as an alternate ending joke. LOL.

"You've been lying to me."

Sprawling on the small couch, face masking the anxiety surging to the brim, he points his cane at Wilson.

"You're about to be cut from my Fave 5."

Wilson frowns, drawing his fingers away from the computer, brief annoyance crossing his features.

"You barely even know five people."

"You've been giving me false impressions about my life, B.C. Before Coma."

"And that means?"

"It means you purposely lied to me because I've just had three revelations about me B.C. Want to hear them?"

"I'm work-."

"One! Cameron likes closets for some reason. Two! I am a sucker for a woman with a slit in her dress. And three is that we...dated."

"We didn't-."

"Not us! Me and Cameron you moron."

Literally stunned into silence, Wilson can't look away from his friend lying casually on the sofa.

"Why would you..." His eyes widen in realization. "You've been remembering, haven't you? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, get off it! You've known this whole time, haven't you?"

"About what? The idea of you and Cameron? I know she's been in love with you since she started working for you and that you're nearly equally infatuated with her!"

"Pshaw!"

"No, not pshaw. Look at yourself!" Wilson stands, pointing madly at House. "Ever since you've woken up, you've been all...all stalkerish where it concerns her. You've become a-a-a creeper!"

"I woke up and everything was different! I was curious!"

"And where it involves her, you've cranked it up a notch! Why?"

"If it was Cuddy I'd do the same!"

"But you're not recovering memories about Cuddy, are you?"

House can't reply since it's the truth. Damn it all. His voice lowers, the absolute need driving him to the brink of seriousness.

"I need to know Wilson. Did something happen?"

With a sigh, he rubs a hand over his face, slowly sitting back down in his chair, knowing he shouldn't be the one divulging this.

"If it did, do you really think you'd have told me?"

House has to admit Wilson has a point.

Settling down on the stool, she opens the file.

"Richard Bachman, you have a sore throat and bruises? I'll need to see them."

As he unbuttons his shirt, he rambles. "A ghost tried to strangle me last night. It's been after me since I moved out on Whitner's Lodge last week. Are these bruises serious?"

She raises her eyebrows at the story and at the four large bruises accompanying the seven smaller purple ones.

Leaning forward, "Can you feel this?"

"Yeah," he winces at her touch, turning as the door opens.

"You're a sneaky one, hooker! How much are you paying for her?"

The voice causes her to lose her footing and instinctively, she keeps one hand to her abdomen while the other reaches for the patient to keep her from falling completely off the stool and onto the floor.

House jerks from where he stands, too little too late to keep her from falling into Richard's arms.

"God, I'm sorry, Richard."

"No, no, you're pregnant. Are you alright?"

"No," she breathes, straightening, her senses tingling with something she can't define.

"House, get the hell out of this room!"

For a second, he stares down at her, not even realizing his hand is still holding her arm. As if she's on fire, he let's go, stepping back, but never once takes his eyes off of her frame.

"We had sex."

The blunt statement makes her breath halt and her tongue tie.

"Judging by that silence, I'm right."

She swallows harshly, eyes darting to Richard's avid stare. "No."

"You're lying."

"House, no. Now, get out."

"No." Turning to the patient, "Tell your boyfriend to sleep on the couch since he's beating you up in bed. Unless that turns you on, then by all means, sleep away." Turning back to her, "Miss Cameron, the do-gooder of the world, is a liar."

She shakes her head. "Richard, I think we're done. Dr. House is right."

Waiting until Richard leaves the room, she begins to sit on the uncomfortable stool again. "Why would you say that?"

He hesitates, and while glancing anywhere but at her, he speaks.

"I've been having...these thoughts. They're rather disturbing, actually. And they have you in them. "Pausing, he tries to gauge her reaction, but she's uncommonly calm. "Which means either you and I did something defying the laws of nature, or I'm losing my mind. I'd like the latter, the lesser of two evils."

Inside, her heart is beating rapidly, not sure why she'd done all this evading to begin with. Her back suddenly against the wall like a rat, it doesn't seem worth it - keeping all these secrets. But she doesn't trust him anymore.

"I," she sighs slowly, making sure to lock onto his gaze, "Fine."

She picks up her chin slightly. "You're right. You're always right."