Oh, so sorry about how long it takes for me to update. But I'm putting all my energy into this (usually I'm working this when I should be doing my homework. Hehe…he.) Any way so here it is, my beautiful Chapter 11!
Its set 2 weeks after everyone finds out about House and Cameron.
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Working in a hospital meant long hours, death and illness everywhere and the inevitable, gossiping nurses.
As soon, as House walked in through the hospital entrance, he notices the group of nurses, young and old, giggling, whispering and staring at him.
"Yeah, he's Dr House!"
"He's dating Dr Cameron, you know"
"Really? Doesn't she work for him though?'
"Yes, and she's young and totally gorgeous,"
"How come she's seeing him then?"
"What do you mean? He's hot!'
"…"
"What are you on? He's the son-of-a-bitch,"
"Hey! Get back to work!" Cuddy barks at the gaggle of geese aka the nurses.
"Good morning, Dr House," Cuddy says walking up to him. "You're late. Didn't you get to sleep last night?" she says, making a suggestive face
House just makes a face at her, and signs in.
"Is everyone talking about me? I mean I don't mind, but Wilson's been eying a couple of nurses, soI dunno..." House says sarcastically.
"People like to talk. Be proud, you are a very popular person," Cuddy says reading a file.
"Well I'm off. Gotta go check if Wilson is behaving himself," House says walking off.
"Wait," Cuddy says.
House stops, his face suspicious.
"Are you and Wilson keeping something from me? Something to do with a hot and illicit affair ?" House asks.
"No," Cuddy says, shaking her head. "Here," she says handing him an envelope.
"What's this?" House asks, narrowing his eyes. "Are you getting married, Cuddy? That's great. Congratulations,"
"House," Cuddy says warningly. "Open it,"
"This isn't a–" House says.
"Just open it!" Cuddy says loudly.
House opens it carelessly.
Invitation for
Dr House + Guest
To Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital's Charity Dinner
To raise funds for the Children's Ward.
Friday Night, 7pm.
"Wow! A charity event! I love those. But, oh no, Friday night is Hooker Night. Sorry," House says tossing the invite away and walking off.
"House! You are the Head of Diagnostics!" Cuddy says, picking the invite up and running after him.
"Head, shmead. I don't even get a hot secretary," House says, continuing to walk.
"There'll be an open bar," Cuddy says temptingly.
"No,"
"Cameron would want you to go,"
"Too bad for her,"
"I'll give you two weeks off clinic,"
Pause.
"Make it a nice, round month, and I'll go," he says facing her.
"Fine. But you need to wear a tie," Cuddy says walking off before he can argue.
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"So, any new cases, my dearies?" House asks, dropping his bag down on the table.
"Don't think so," Kimee replies.
"Wait, you're not my little ducklings," House says, as he goes over to the sink, to find no coffee.
"Yeah, your two male protégées are down in the clinic," Kimee says.
"As me?' House asks, still looking around the sink as if expecting some coffee to magically appear.
"In your dreams," Kimee says, flipping through a magazine.
"Actually in my dreams, Carmen Electra and Angelina Jolie are mud wrestling over me," he says.
"You are so perverted sometimes," she says. "What would the sweet Allison Cameron say?"
"She'd say 'ooooh let me join in!'" House says.
"Ew. Oh, did you get your invitation?' Kimee asks intently.
"To the bash of the year? Of course," House says sarcastically.
"Good. So you'll definitely be there," she says, more of a command than question.
"Sadly, yes," he says.
"Great!" she says, jumping up. "I gotta go and verify the caterers,"
As she heads out, she bumps into Cameron.
"Oh sorry!" Kimee says quickly, before leaving.
"Hey," Cameron says walking past her.
"Ah, there you are. Coffee. Now," House says pointing at the coffee machine.
"Well it's good to see you too," Cameron says.
She reaches up and kisses him lightly on the lips.
"What no hot and steamy kiss, followed by hot and steamy sex on the conference table?" House asks, clearly disappointed.
"I, unlike you, have a reputation to live up to," Cameron says, gently removing his hands from her hips.
"Fine, be that way." House says.
"Hey, you so can I get a ride this afternoon? I need to be a dress for the Charity dinner," Cameron says.
"Why? You only have, like, 50 dresses already. And I didn't even have to snoop through your wardrobe," House says. "It's a given fact,"
"It's a prestigious event! And Kimee is hosting it. You need to make an impression," Cameron says, huffing at his unwillingness.
"What if I'm not going?" House asks.
"I know for a fact that you are," Cameron says.
"Maybe I'm not. Assume nothing," House says.
"Cuddy already bribed with a month off clinic, hasn't she?" Cameron asks raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," House says despairingly.
She laughs at his face and kisses him again on the lips, more passionately this time, her arms wrapped around him.
Then all of a sudden a sickening feeling rises up to her throat. Her stomach is unsettled, and she thinks she's about to throw up. She pulls apart quickly, covers her mouth and rushes out, heading towards the toilet
House stands there, confused.
"She didn't even make any coffee," he says to himself.
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Cameron sits on the bathroom floor still clutching her stomach. The feeling was still there, but it had subsided. Throwing up was an experience she wouldn't wish upon anyone.
She sits there for a while, feeling disgusting, sick and basically horrible.
"Dr Cameron?" says a voice.
She turns her head around to see Stacy standing there, her hair perfect and her clothes neat. Her own hair was messed up from practically shoving her head into the toilet and her clothes crumpled from the constant tugging and scrunching she was currently doing.
I must look revolting. She thought wearily.
"Are you alright?" Stacy asks her. "You look a bit pale,"
"Um, yeah, I'm fine," she says, not bothering to continue. She gets up hurriedly and leaves as quickly as she came.
Stacy stares at her leaving form.
I wonder what that was about? She thought.
Whatever it is, it can't be good.
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"So, she just ran out?" Wilson asks.
"Yep. I didn't think I was that bad at kissing," House says.
"Maybe she just forgot something?" Wilson suggests.
"Not only is that stupid, it's also lame," House says annoyed.
"Or she could just have a stomach bug," Wilson speculates.
"Or maybe…" House says his voice trailing off.
"House you don't know what is wrong. Maybe you should go talk to her, you know ask if everything is OK, instead of thinking of reasons why she retched after kissing you," Wilson says.
"Wilson! You truly know nothing in the Ways of the Women," House says scoldingly. "Women don't want you to see them right after they threw up. The male species should not know the inner workings of a woman and her relationship with the toilet bowl. It's the law,"
"Go, House," Wilson says.
"But I–" House begins, before Wilson gives him a you-have-better-go-do-it-now stare à là Kimee cross Cuddy.
"Fine," he says, huffing. He gets up and goes to find the sweet Allison Cameron.
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Cameron sat in House's office, twisting her hands and biting her lip.
Today wasn't the first time she had thrown up. It had been going on for a few days. If it were just that she wouldn't have been to worried. But there was something else as well.
She was late. Late as in late
She had always wanted something like this to happen. She and her husband had been trying for ages, even though it was unlikely after he had chemo and everything.
And now it might be happening, yet instead of being excited she was scared and nervous.
Because at the moment, she was happier than she had ever been, and she didn't know what would happen if that was changed.
She was also afraid of what House's reaction would be. Because she couldn't bear it if something went wrong
She couldn't tell him. Not yet. Not until she knew if what she feared most at the moment was to come true.
The sweet Allison Cameron was more terrified now than she had ever been in her life…
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