A/N: On with the show? Anyone still wanting read?

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Her feet lead her to the supply closet. Her fingers grasp the door knob without hesitation and her fingers flick the light switch without thought. The door closes behind her as she steps into the farthest corner where the metal stands harbor precious and mundane hospital objects. Cameron grips the metallic bars, her fingers becoming numb because she doesn't want to let it out, to be so weak again. Damn her hormones.

She should know by now it's a losing battle. Cameron exhales, the last of it ending in a sob wrenched from her throat. One numb hand covers her mouth, the sound of her crying in this isolated room proclaiming the absolute hopelessness she's tried not to think about these past months.

'How's my kid?'

Shutting her eyes so tightly she can see spots, she replays his acknowledgement, his possessiveness, his caring of their child. It'd been a moment she'd wanted to hear, and now that she has, she wishes she never had. It's too much right now. It's too little right now. She doesn't even know and she doesn't even think it matters.

He doesn't care about her. He cares about his child. Cameron had figured she could handle him not wanting to be with her as long as he was there for their kid. She'd thought she could distance herself away from the man she'd loved with all of her being just four months ago. As the tears keep falling down her warm cheeks, she realizes she's been stupid. She wants him with her, raising their child and living together.

She wants the mornings where she wakes up, finding him with his back to her, or waking up with his hand under her shorts like it usually does. She wants the irritation in his eyes as she tries to get him to talk to her when he's working on one of his cases. She wants the days when he barely acknowledges her presence and she knows to stay at her place.

"Instead of candy stripers, candy strippers."

She lifts the clipboard to her right, her elbow resting on the couch as she looks down at his head in her lap.

"I'm sure Carlson will approve."

House shrugs, his eyes closed. "He could get his wife to do it for free."

"And you would enjoy that wouldn't you?"

"You've seen his wife."

She pinches his forearm which causes him to jerk.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I will not allow you to think about Carlson's wife being your stripper."

"Jealous?"

The truth is she is. The woman is beyond gorgeous and has at least nine years on her with her twenty three year old full breasts and perfect full hips. Even she has her moments of insecurity that usually don't last longer than a few minutes.

He opens one eye to see her with eyebrow raised. It's cute, her being jealous because she isn't very often.

"I won't tell you I'm thinking about Carlson's wife being a stripper as long as you promise you won't be a part of this new candy stripper takeover. I am your one and only client."

He knows he should turn away, shut the door softly and make his way down the hall, but he can't pull himself from her even after all this time and all the events that separated them. Chase sees her figure, clinging to the far stand as if it's all that holding her up and it very well may be. Her tears and gasps make his heart burn and stomach twist, partly because she doesn't deserve this and partly because House is the reason her life is upside down.

His body wedged between the frame and the door, he thinks about stepping into the room fully to show his presence. It's brief and fleeting, just like everything between them. Chase can't forget about their past, about the catastrophic way things had ended, but he knows that he needs to let go of her. This isn't his battle, and it's not his place to bring her back from despair or House back from his denial.

After what feels like horrendous hours, but which is actually only a sorrowful twenty minutes, her shoulders begin to relax and her small gasps slow. He backs out, making sure the door closes with a barely heard click.

She wants everything, but she can't have it all. That's been clear for so long. Cameron leans her forehead against a stack of pale green scrubs. Everything has changed, and she can't stay stuck since she's about to have a baby. Let him be angry at her; she does deserve it. Let him be obstinate; he shouldn't have to change. Let him dismiss her; he always has. He can't understand why she had to lie to him, and she doubts he ever will.

Her tears are silent now, no longer anguished and out of control now that the dam is beginning to stem itself because this is how it is. It could be because she's finally given up on him. It could be because she's come to terms with the fact she can't change what she did. It could be because she's realized she can live without him and still be fine. It could be because she knows that having his child is the closest she'll come to having him with her for the rest of her life.

A/N: So, yeah, it took me two months. Though, I'm not sorry for it considering...it was my decision and I am anything but smiles and rainbows. Anyways, I should be finishing this story on as planned. Thanks again to everyone who enjoys this story enough to keep going.