"You're late."

"And I'm still earlier than Cuddy. Where is she?"

"I don't know," Cameron sighs from the chair in front of Cuddy's desk, following his limping movements. "Get out of her chair, House."

"What?" He places his cane gently on the desk, disregarding her shaking head before leaning back with a sigh and throwing his hands behind his head. "She's not using it. Besides, the chair needs a break from her gigantic ass."

"What about your gigantic ass?"

"What about yours?"

"Have you been staring at my ass?"

"It's kind of hard to miss."

Cameron points a finger at him. "House, no more ogling my ass, or my chest for that matter."

"Like I said, they're hard to miss," he emphasizes by staring at her breasts barely hidden behind the low cut blue blouse. "Besides, you didn't used to mind."

"That was a completely different situation and you know it."

"You're not stopping me now."

"I –."

"Good, you two are here! House, get your ass out of my chair!"

"Can't. Cameron won't let me look at her boobs."

Cuddy falters for a second before regaining her stride and standing in front of his sitting form.

"I don't even want to know why that matters. Get up."

"No, Camer –."

"I really don't care, House. And did you just say 'No' to me?"

"No."

"Unless you want to take over Cameron's clinic hours until your kid is three, go sit in the other chair."

Rolling his eyes, he stands abruptly, nearly colliding into her body with a smirk as he reaches for his cane. He shrugs his shoulders when he notices Cameron's stare and sits with a huff, slumping down in his chair with a frown.

"Well," Cuddy sits, folding her hands on her desk as her gaze shifts from House to Cameron. "Now that I have you two together, what's going on?"

Cameron shifts slightly, bringing one hand up to the arm rest. "What do you mean?"

"This is my hospital. I can't have you two trying to take the other down with patients twenty feet away and gossiping doctors and nurses just around the corner."

"It's not a problem, Cuddy. It won't happen again."

Cuddy smiles at Cameron before turning slightly to look at House directly. "What about you?"

"What about me? I'm the one who was attacked."

She waits for more, receiving only a mimicking stare and so she leans back in her chair which allows her to have both doctors in her line of immediate sight.

"He broke your heart. She's having your child. I don't know what went on between you two before the coma, and I don't want to know, but it's affecting the workplace and I…can't have that."

"It's not affecting anything," House states with a look to Cameron.

"It was just a bad day," Cameron insists as she leans forward, suddenly remembering two years ago when something about marriage or firing had been the only choices of a relationship gone wrong.

Cuddy shakes her head.

"Cuddy, it's hormones and," she takes a breath, fighting the urge to see if House is looking at her. "And it was stupid."

"I know," the Dean agrees with a simple nod of the head. "But it never should have happened and since neither of you can tell me what exactly is going on with you two, then there's not much I can do."

"There's nothing going on!"

House watches Cameron stand wobbly, unknowingly straightening himself up in his chair and placing his cane beside him in case he should have to jump as well.

"We're just trying to be civil to each other. We don't want anything from each other anymore."

"I can't believe that, Cameron."

Cameron shuts her mouth and turns to House, her eyes pleading with him to agree. She can feel her heart begin to race, the sweat begin form on her palms, and even her head begin to pound because of the blood rushing to her brain.

"House, tell her!"

It's silent, all three of them waiting for his answer and each one expecting an answer that will give all a reprieve. Except he doesn't say the answer he should, partly because it'd be too easy for the two women, and partly because he's had enough.

"I don't know."

Cameron flinches, losing her stability and finding herself searching for the chair so she can sit. She can already see the words on Cuddy's mind, the ones that say while she's a good doctor, House is better.

"Cameron? You okay?"

"I just," she inhales deeply. "Yeah, I'm good."

"You sure?"

Nodding, Cameron forces a smile, a sudden crack beneath a veneer of solidness and strength.

Running a hand over her dark hair, Cuddy sighs softly.

"Okay, then this is what's going to happen. House, you're going to be pulling clinic eight to five every other day."

"What if I have a patient?"

"It's Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and I know you don't spend every minute of the day by the patient's side. So, you'll live and be happy. Foreman will pick you up to make sure you're on time."

"That's ridiculous!"

"Either that or I can put you in the ER those days."

"I am not going to put up with him down there."

House replies to Cameron without looking at her. "Boss's orders. You think I can bedazzle one of those beds with my name, Cameron?"

Cuddy holds up a hand, locking onto Cameron's eyes. "You won't be there."

House's eyes narrow, his back stiffening under his blazer. "What're you doing, Cuddy?"

"Cameron, I should've forced you to take your maternity leave two months ago. You're not even two weeks away from giving birth and you shouldn't be slaving here. As of now," Cuddy pulls forward a manila file and slides it across her desk in front of Cameron, "you're on maternity leave."

Cameron leans forward, her fingers brushing the folder as a breath escapes her. She looks back up to Cuddy, unsure if she'll end up crying or laughing at this point.

"She can work with me."

The two women both look at House who in turn looks at the computer on the desk.

"I've got emails, letters, charts, color by color pages, that need to be looked at."

When they still don't say anything he finally glances up to Cuddy. "What? It's not like Cameron did anything important anyways. All she did was care so much her eyes glowed."

"You want Cameron to work with you?"

"I want five million Baby Ruth's sent to your office with a note that reads, 'Look familiar?'"

Cuddy opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, Cameron beats her to it.

"No."

Now, House and Cuddy look at her, and she nods her head slowly once.

"I'll take my leave."

"What?" House asks as he searches Cameron's face.

She ignores him, instead standing and reaching for the file. "I'll sign these and give them back to you after I grab my things."

House doesn't watch her leave and Cuddy ends up watching House not watching her leave.

"What are you doing, House?"

He frowns. "What do you mean?"

"You like her. You always have. I think you even loved her, which means you still do. And as much as it still surprises me to this day, she's having your baby. And you're just letting her leave?"

"She doesn't want me."

"When did that ever stop you?"

With a slight tilt of his head, House grabs his cane and stands. "No one knows about this," he motions the cane between them, "almost friendly conversation."

"Not even I want to know about this."

"Figured you'd have taken my offer."

Cameron glances up at him before shutting her locker with a soft click. "I don't want you to feel sorry for me."

"Do you even know," he takes a step forward, "how ridiculous that sounds?"

"You're not as callous as you think you are," she replies as she takes off her lab coat.

"Seriously, why didn't you take it?"

"Why'd you say 'I don't know?'"

Taking another step forward, he decides this is as close as he needs to be and leans against the lockers.

"I don't know."

She clicks her bag closed before hoisting it over her shoulder.

"It is over, House. I don't love you anymore."

"I don't believe it."

"Why? Because I'm pregnant? Because I'm hormonal? Because I was infatuated with you years ago?"

"No, because you came to see me when I came out of the coma. You shouldn't have, but you did."

"I felt sorry for you."

"You love me."

"I don't."

"I can always tell when you're lying."

"Would you stop doing this?!" She covers her face with her hands and takes a deep breath before lowering them. "You're my friend, and then you hate me, and then you almost hate me, and then you don't, and then you want to be friends again, and now what are you trying to do?"

"Something!"

"I don't," she pauses, trying to find the right words. "I don't have time for this, House, for your games."

"Tomorrow, dinner at my place."

"What?"

"I'll order in. We can watch a few movies."

"What?"

House rubs the back of his neck. "Some people call it a date. Considering I've gotten you pregnant we might need to go out on one of those to get to know each other again."

Cameron feels her mouth open, shut, and then open again.

"No."