Hello! So, Cameron's pregnancy results! What do you think is gonna happen? Is she or isn't she? (Big 'oooooooohhhhhhh' now, all together!). And I've decided to change my scene dividers, coz every time I don't do the same amount of dashes! And one more thing: time frame changed again! About 3 to 4 months after the Elevator incident, coz I once again was revising past chapters and I just think they should be together for longer before having a pregnancy incident.
This is the end of another chronicle in the story. That didn't make too much sense did it?
Well, hope you like this chapter, and please, please, please review!
House was awoken by the startling cry of a flock of birds outside the window, interrupting his coma-like slumber. He heaved himself up and turned to wake Cameron up to find no Cameron next to him. He makes a confused face and tilts his head, puzzled. Then he spots a small note on Cameron's pillow and instantly recognises that girly handwriting.
Woke up early, so went for a walk.
Be back by 8:30.
Love, Allison.
P.S I'll pick up some coffee.
House read the note and shrugs to himself. It was expected that she'd be nervous and he could do with some café quality coffee. He reached around for his jacket and fishes out his Vicodin bottle and swallows two, before slowly getting up and shuffling out into the living room.
He turns on the television and drowns out the million thoughts going through his head with mindless rubbish.
Cameron walks down the empty streets of Princeton, the cold winter wind blowing against her face. She makes her way to the park she used to always visit. Little kids are playing happily in the playground, mothers gossiping and watching over them. When she was still in college she had dreamt about when she would have a little girl or boy to bring here. She had also expected to be married with your conventional husband type of guy. But that had certainly not happened.
Not that she didn't like the way things were going for her. In fact, being with House was more exciting than some boring guy who wore silly looking knitted jumpers on the weekend. But she really did want a child. Having some to look after, who would love her unconditionally. Even though House had promised to be there for her no matter what, she felt that he wasn't just ready to handle it. Not yet.
"Al!" Someone yells behind her. Cameron turns around to see Kimee running over to her
"Hey Kimee," Cameron says smiling.
"What are you doing here? Let me guess, House," Kimee says.
"Surprisingly no," Cameron says as she begun to walk.
"Oh," Kimee says thinking for a moment. "You're appointment. It's today, isn't it?"
"Yeah. 9:30," Cameron says.
"It's gonna work out for the best, Al," Kimee says patting her on the shoulder.
"I know," Cameron says. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were staying at a friend's house,"
"More like I went clubbing til 3 am before going back to House's place and collapsing onto the bed for 4 hours before getting up again," Kimee says yawning.
"Clubbing?" Cameron says. "By yourself?"
"Of course not. I went with Chase," Kimee says simply.
"Chase?" Cameron says raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, so he might be a little hungover today. Some people just can't hold their tequila," Kimee says grinning.
"And you can?" Cameron says disapprovingly but she had a small smile on her lips.
"I'm 18. I can't drink, honey," she says but taps the side of her nose.
"You should watch yourself, Kimee," Cameron says smirking now.
"I'll be fine. Let's stop talking about me," Kimee says whiningly.
"Then why are you here?" Cameron asks.
Kimee smiles and looks around reminiscing sadly.
"When I was younger I used to come here. Especially when I stayed with House. He'd sit and brood and I go fight over the swing with other kids. Happy days," Kimee says smirking.
"Sometimes when he had to look after me, he'd take me to the hospital. Loved it there. I really did consider becoming a doctor at one point," Kimee says as the two women walk through the park slowly.
"Really? What happened?" Cameron asks.
"I saw what it did to people. I mean look at all the people you work with. Their whole lives are dedicated to medicine but they have no energy or time left for anything else," Kimee says wistfully.
"You're right," Cameron says.
"Didn't think an 18 year girl who likes to go bar-hopping and partying til dawn could come up with something as meaningful as that, eh?" Kimee says smugly.
"Yeah, something like that," Cameron says grinning.
"Well, I gotta go. Chelsea is having another breakdown. She just got dumped," Kimee says. "Bye!" she says waving before walking off in the opposite direction,"
Cameron waves back forlornly. She looks at her watch. 8:21. Better get going.
Cameron begins to walk back to her apartment, unsure of what the day will bring.
"I'm back," Cameron says coming in through the door.
"En fin," House says getting up and turning off the television.
"You know I don't speak Spanish," Cameron says dropping her keys on the bench top.
"It's French," House says.
"Whatever," Cameron says.
"So…" House says tentatively. "Are you ready to go now?" he asks.
Cameron nods slowly. House limps over to her and takes her hand, squeezing it gently. He looks at her with his bright blue eyes, making her fall even more in love with him. That small gesture made her feel braver than she thought she was capable of. She smiled at him gratefully.
"I think so," she says mustering as much courage as she could.
Stacy walks into Cuddy's office, deliberately ignoring the secretary who was opening her mouth in protest. She barges in a little scarily and plonks down onto the chair across Cuddy who was on the phone and looking at her concernedly.
"Yes, yes. Uh, can I call you back later? Yes, thankyou Mr Marvin" Cuddy says hanging up. "What's up?" Cuddy asks Stacy crossing her arms.
"I'm so fed up," Stacy says sighing and rubbing her forehead
"With…?" Cuddy asks.
"Everything," Stacy says.
"Can you be a bit more specific than that?" Cuddy asks sitting down with a groan.
"Kimee, my marriage, House…" Stacy says. She looks at Cuddy who was wincing in pain. "You OK?" she asks.
"Yeah," Cuddy says clutching her head.
"You still hungover?" Stacy asks smirking.
"I'm not hungover," Cuddy says, but she is still holding her head.
"Take some aspirin," Stacy says and chucks her a bottle of pills from her purse.
"Thanks," Cuddy says swallowing two, whole. "Anyway back to you," Cuddy says.
"What's wrong?" Stacy says tiredly. "Kimee,"
"Oh, Stacy, don't worry about her. She's a teenager. Just ignore her–" Cuddy says, but Stacy cuts her off.
"But thing is, she couldn't be more right," Stacy says. "I am a horrible back-stabbing bitch,"
"Stacy, what are you saying?" Cuddy says.
"I'm still in love with House," Stacy says with a resounding sigh.
"I can't say I'm surprised," Cuddy says.
"You can't?" Stacy says.
"Everybody knows. Even the janitor knows," Cuddy says. Stacy sighs uncomfortably.
"I didn't realise that everybody else knew what I felt before I did," she mumbles.
"Stacy. I am your friend, and I want what's best for you. But I want what's best for House even more. Why? Because a sort-of happy House equals a very happy hospital. And…I don't think he can be happy with you," Cuddy says sympathetically.
"I know. He seems to really love Cameron," Stacy says.
"Yeah…there's something you might like to know about them…Cameron…might be pregnant," she says. Stacy's eyes widen exceptionally.
"WHAT?" Stacy says causing cuddy to jump.
"Might, Stacy, might," Cuddy says.
"I give up," Stacy says in defeat.
"What do you mean?" Cuddy asks.
"Cuddy, I'm leaving," Stacy says.
"Leaving?" Cuddy says stunned.
"Yes. I can't be with House, and I wanna fix my marriage with Mark. But I can't be here," Stacy says.
"Oh," Cuddy says. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'll be moving tomorrow," Stacy says getting up
"Sorry to see you go," Cuddy says getting up as well. "Email me some time," she says giving her a small hug.
"Yeah, take care," Stacy says.
"You too," Cuddy says as Stacy walks out with as much poise as one can gather when they are walking away from the life that they craved.
Cameron sat in the waiting room, flipping through magazines, but not really reading them. She tossed it aside and began biting her nails. Beside her, House was sitting there, tapping his cane in that annoying way, making Cameron grow more and more on edge, before finally exploding.
"Must you be doing that?' Cameron asks irately.
"Must you be doing that?' House asks looking at her gnawed fingers. Cameron looks at him but House just pokes his tongue out.
"God, I can't believe you are so immature sometimes. You're like a big mischievous kid," Cameron says grinning.
"Ooh, does that mean I'm gonna get a spanking!" House asks wiggling his eyebrows.
"I don't know. Be a good boy, and I might give you a special treat," Cameron says smiling and giving him a seductive smile. She licks her lips in anticipation, and puts her hand around his neck bringing his face to hers and kissing him so that House had to keep himself from crumbling. Cameron forces his mouth open, sliding her tongue into his mouth, urgently, as if trying to memorise the taste of his lips. Her kisses started moving down his face, her lips on his neck. At this point, though he was thoroughly enjoying this, House opened his eyes and glanced around at everyone else who was currently wide-eyed with shock.
"Er…Allison? Not that I don't like being groped and everything with everyone watching, but I dunno, are you trying to scar those poor little kids over there?" House says pointing at the little girl and boy who were staring at them.
Cameron broke away slowly.
"Sorry," she says blushing.
"No, that doesn't mean stop! If you wanted we can go have sex in a broom cupboard or something," House says.
"No," Cameron says. "I'm just… I wanted to take my mind off things," she murmurs.
"Well, I'm all for helping distract people," he says.
"That's OK. I'm just gonna go to the bathroom," she says.
Cameron gets up quickly and rushes out the waiting room door.
"Humph," House says sitting back in his chair. The guy next to him stares after her enviously.
"Wow," the guy says wolf-whistling. "You are on lucky son-of-a-bitch,"
"Thanks," House says cocking his head.
"I'm Harry Burke," he says extending his hand for House to shake.
"Greg House," House says ignoring his hand.
"So how'd you score such a hot wife?" Harry asks.
"For starters she's not my wife. Secondly we work together," House says nonchalantly.
"Whoa," Harry says. "So is it a girl or boy?"
"Excuse me?" House asks scrunching up his face.
"Is your lady having a girl or boy?" Harry repeats slowly.
"We don't actually know whether she is pregnant or not," House says.
"Why you here then? Why didn't you just use a home pregnancy kit or something?"
"Would you trust a stick to tell you whether or not you have a human being growing inside you?" House asks snidely.
"I guess not," Harry says.
"Yeah," House says. "Which one's yours?"
"That one," he says pointing at a dark-haired lady standing at the receptionist's desk and demanding to be seen immediately.
"Oh," House says nodding.
"Yeah, we already have three kids," he says sighing.
"Harry!" The lady screeches walking over to the two very frightened men. "Let's go!" she says pulling him up.
"Bye," House says smirking. The guy just looks at him fearfully.
House chuckles to himself. Cameron walks back in still looking rather anxious.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey," Cameron says.
"Allison Cameron?" the receptionist says, "Dr Hunter is ready for you,"
House looks at Cameron, his piercing eyes on hers. "You OK?"
"Yeah," Cameron says. "Let's do this," she says taking a deep breath.
House gets up and the two walk into Dr Hunter's office, to the meeting which could affect the rest of their lives…
"Hey, have you two seen House?" Wilson asks poking his head around the door.
"Nup," Foreman answers.
"Chase?" Wilson says.
Chase, was clutching his head and falling asleep.
"Chase!" Wilson shouts. Chase jerks awake.
"Oh. What did you say?" Chase says completely dazed.
"Have you seen House?" Wilson asks again.
"No," Chase says groggily and gingerly touches his swollen eyes and cut on his nose.
"You alright there?" Wilson asks looking at all his injuries.
"He was out clubbing with Kimee," Foreman says grinning.
"Really?" Wilson says raising an eyebrow.
"She made me go! I wanted to leave but there were some really dodgy guys hanging around, so I thought I should just stay and keep an eye on her," Chase says rubbing his forehead. "Turns out she was the one who actually saved my ass," he grumbles.
"What?" Wilson asks.
"Those dodgy guys tried to make a move on Kimee, so Chase stepped in trying to get them to lay off. It turns into a really ugly fight, with Chase obviously losing until Kimee interferes with this 5 against one fight and kicks their butts out of the club," Foreman says laughing.
"Well how was I to know she had spent two years training at a special kung fu academy?" Chase says indignantly.
"Nice," Wilson says.
"What are you talking about, boys?" Kimee says walking in at that moment.
"The timing around here is just perfect sometimes…" Foreman says sipping his coffee.
"Just discussing your fighting abilities," Wilson says smirking.
"Oh Chase told you about last night?" Kimee says grinning sheepishly. "That was nothing, honey. You should see my friend Lore. He can kick you ass five times in five minutes,"
"Interesting," Wilson says. Chase just shakes his head despondently.
"Kimee, do you know where House is?" Wilson asks.
"Didn't you know?" Kimee says pouring herself some coffee. "He's with Cameron getting her pregnancy test results,"
Foreman chokes on his cereal and Chase splutters into his coffee cup. Wilson sighs and puts his hand to his head.
Kimee looks around guiltily. "They didn't know did they?"
"Nope," Wilson says crossing his arms.
"Cameron's pregnant?" Chase says in disbelief.
"Might, Chase might," Kimee says.
"After only, what 5 months? Wow, didn't think House was–" Foreman says.
"You don't want to finish that sentence for the sake of everyone's mentality," Kimee says warningly.
"So what was House's reaction?" Chase asks.
"Er, nice top Kimee," Wilson says in a lame attempt to change the subject.
"Can you imagine another House?"
"Thanks Wilson. I got it from LA,"
"Are they gonna get married?"
"Really? I've never been to LA,"
"Who else knows?"
"Yeah, well I went last year with my–" Kimee says before an annoyed Chase cuts the two off.
"So is she keeping it?" Chase asks quietly.
"If she actually is, yeah, she will," Kimee says.
"Wow," Foreman says.
"Exactly what I thought when I found out," Wilson mutters.
"Look when Cameron does tell you, just be supportive of whatever happens, OK boys?" Kimee says. They all nod in unison.
Dr Crystal Hunter was well acquainted with Dr Greg House's reputation for being the bad-ass doctor of Princeton. He was medicine's rebel and she knew that if he didn't get his way he would make everyone's life Hell. She was also well aware that he did not have the capacity to settle down or take on big responsibility. So when she had been given the file of Dr Allison Cameron scheduling an appointment she almost had a minor heart attack. Cameron-pregnant meant House-father which meant House-with kid.
"Are you sure this is correct?" she has asked her assistant, dumbstruck.
"Yes. I spoke to Dr Cameron myself," her assistant had said before walking out.
So now she was sitting at her desk waiting for two of the most charismatic and renowned doctors in all of New Jersey.
A small knock on the door before it is opened by the brusque House and benevolent Cameron.
"Ah, Dr Cameron. Dr House. Please, come in," Hunter says waving at them to take a seat.
"So…" Hunter begins, unsure of
"No need for small talk Hunter," House says snakily. "You can just get to the point, now,"
Hunter looked at House slightly appalled but ignores him, aware that it was best to just get this over and done with. Cameron glances at her apologetically and then glares at House.
"Well.. I have your results here, Doctor Cameron," Hunter says opening up a folder.
"According to these test results, you're…"
"My head is killing me," Kimee says groaning.
"Hangover?" Wilson asks.
"No, I didn't drink anything except one glass of champagne," Kimee says holding her head delicately.
"Hangover," Wilson concludes.
"It's not a hangover!" Kimee says annoyed.
"Fine, fine," Wilson says.
"Can't you prescribe me something for it?" Kimee whines.
"Sorry, Kim," Wilson says.
"Meanie," Kimee says poking out her tongue. "When do you think they'll be back?" Kimee asks quietly.
"I don't know," Wilson says looking at her gently.
"Poor Cameron," Kimee says. "So much drama,"
"She's been through a lot," Wilson says sighing.
"I can relate to that," Kimee mutters.
"Really?" Wilson says raising an eyebrow. "How so?"
Kimee smiles sadly at him. She was but 18 yet she had lived colourful life. Her eyes had seen a lot, and her conscience had been tested many times, her heart broken over and over again. She had been through a lot to be here, many trials and ordeals to overcome. Whenever she came to Princeton, she felt safe and content, and when she had to leave it pained her to do so. She loved it here, and would give anything to stay. But she knew soon, she would have to leave. She couldn't run forever and the longer she was here, the more danger she was putting on her newfound friends…
"Kimee?" Wilson asks looking at her.
"Sorry, just blanked out there," Kimee says. "Well, I gotta go. Tell me if you see them,"
Kimee walks out briskly, the sound of her heels echoing off on the hospital's walls.
Foreman, Chase, Wilson and Cuddy had all gathered in the Diagnostics conference room, waiting for House and Cameron and inform them of the results.
Wilson was pacing the room anxiously, Cuddy was tapping her nails on the table impatiently, Chase was biting his pencil and playing with a tennis ball, and Foreman was drinking his third cup of coffee and tapping his foot rhythmically.
Finally they hear the familiar gait of House and clicks of Cameron's shoes approaching the Diagnostics office. House push open the door and Cuddy gets up with a jolt.
"Wow? Is this some sort of surprise party? I love parties!" House exclaims sarcastically.
Everyone is too tense to acknowledge his comment, all of them knowing he was trying to avoid the real subject at hand.
"House," Wilson says sternly.
Cameron takes a deep and shaky breath.
"I suppose you all want to know," Cameron says her voice trembling slightly.
"We know this might be uncomfortable, but you need to get this clear," Cuddy says.
"Well, I'm not pregnant,"
Everybody is stunned into a silence.
"I hope I have satisfied your hunger," Cameron says rather coldly. She stands there looking as composed as ever, looking each person in the eye, daring them to react.
"That's… good to hear then," Foreman says. Cameron just looks at him witheringly.
Kimee suddenly comes in and immediately takes in the situation going on. She takes one look at Cameron, who shakes her head solemnly, and pulls her into a hug. Cameron feels her eyes well up, but refuses to cry. House looks down at his feet gravely, everybody else looks around awkwardly.
"Come on, hon," Kimee says and guides Cameron out of the room.
Everybody stays silent and looks at House
"I'll be in my office," he says gruffly before disappearing through the adjoining door.
Silence still.
"So," Chase says breaking the silence.
"Shut up Chase," Foreman mutters.
Cuddy sat at her desk, Wilson on the couch, both staring into space, lost in thought.
"I can't believe she's not pregnant," Cuddy says.
"You think House–" Wilson begins
"Please don't go there," Cuddy says groaning in distaste. "But I thought she might actually be…"
"I know. I thought so too," Wilson says.
"Well at least it won't create difficulties at work. Sorta," Cuddy says.
"That's one way to put it. But I'm putting my money on the Cameron-completely-depressed-and-withdrawn-while-House-is-even-more-irritable-and-cruel mode," Wilson says.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Cuddy says. "Um… I know now's no the time, but, um, what happened last night…"
"It's OK," Wilson says a little uncomfortably.
"I…I've just been down lately. I don't usually drink that much," cuddy murmurs.
"Its fine, Cuddy. I've been a bit messed up recently. Julie and I… let's just say, I don't think this will end well," Wilson says sighing.
"I'm sorry," Cuddy says.
"That's OK. Things haven't been going well for too long," Wilson says smiling sadly.
"Some things just aren't meant to be," Cuddy says nonchalantly
"I know," Wilson says.
"What is wrong with you idiotic morons!" Kimee says when Foreman and Chase come in.
They look at her as if she had started foaming at the mouth.
"What?" Chase says exasperatedly.
"What? WHAT! Cameron's pregnancy results!" Kimee exclaims.
"What did we do?" Foreman asks.
"That'd the point. You did nothing. Except say 'that's good to hear'. How do you think she feels?" Kimee asks wearily.
"We thought she would be relieved," Foreman says.
"Relieved? You obviously don't know her that well. She just found out she wasn't pregnant, something she's wanted since she was in college. And instead of comforting her, you just stood there. She needs support from her friends now, because this is hard," Kimee says. "And what about House? He may not show it, but he's devastated too, because I knew he really would have tried hard to raise a kid," Kimee sighs.
"You two have worked with them for years. You need to break the barrier separating colleagues and friends, and help them, especially Cameron, get through this," Kimee says tiredly.
The two men look embarrassed and guilty, avoiding each other's eyes.
"Look, Kimee…" Foreman says.
"I don't want to hear it. Anything you have to say should be said to Cameron, OK?" Kimee says waving her hand as if batting away flies.
Kimee then walks out of the conference room, Chase and Foreman sighing in exhaustion.
"Hey, Greg," Stacy says, walking over to House on the rooftop of the hospital.
House turned around slightly to acknowledge her presence before turning his gaze back to the sunset.
"You alright?" Stacy asks.
"Fine," House says shrugging.
"I heard about Cameron…" Stacy says tentatively.
"You and half the hospital thanks to Chase," House says. "Really should fire him some time…"
"I know it's none of my business…"
"Then don't say anything," House says.
"I'm just trying to be supportive," Stacy says snakily.
"Do you get a sense of déjà vu here?" House asks.
"I'm glad Cameron isn't pregnant! Because that would mean she would have to put up with you for the rest of her life," Stacy says bitterly.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, words can hurt Stacy," House says in mock-pain.
"You are unbelievable," Stacy says. "And here I was thinking I would comfort you,"
"I don't need your sympathy," House says in disgust. "Nothing you do is for the good of others,"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Stacy asks malevolently.
"You came here to gloat, coz Cameron's not pregnant. But I know when you found out the she might've been, people in Indonesia could feel the ground tremble. You were upset because Cameron might've done the one thing you couldn't do. Become pregnant," House says.
"And now that you know she's not, you can go back to be nice and supportive Stacy,"
Stacy looks at him in disbelief, taking a step back. Of course this was true. She had been trying to get pregnant since she had turned thirty. She had pleaded and pleaded with House when they were together, but he claimed he wasn't ready. She had thought at the time it was House who was 'shooting blanks' but just yesterday, she realised if Cameron could become pregnant in less than 5 months, it was obviously nothing to do with House. Stacy knew that she would probably never have children, and her heart ached at the thought.
"You have truly outdone yourself as biggest jerk on the planet," Stacy says quietly.
"Well, I'm glad," House says.
"Good thing I'm leaving tomorrow," Stacy says before turning around quickly and walks out the rooftop door.
House stares at the spot he was standing at before, couldn't quite register what she had said.
"Good thing I'm leaving tomorrow…"
Cameron stood in the pathology lab going over some files. Chase and Foreman then come in, her back to the door, but her whole body was trembling.
"Hey, Cam," Foreman says.
"Foreman," Cameron says curtly.
"Look, we're here to apologise," Foreman says.
"Yeah. We should have been a bit more sympathetic before," Chase says.
"It's OK. I know how men lack the capability to be supportive," Cameron says smiling.
"So we OK?' Foreman asks.
"Sure," Cameron says. "Besides if we don't kiss and make up it'll make working together difficult,"
"Or we could just start dating House too," Chase says earning him a punch on the arm.
"So, how you holding up?" Foreman asks kindly.
"Not too bad," Cameron says but there is a definite weariness to her voice.
"Because big bwother Foreman is here to protect her," House says from the doorway.
Chase and Foreman glance at Cameron and House unsurely.
"Errr…" Chase says.
"Yes, Chase, you continue to amaze us with your eloquence prowess," House says bored.
"Wh…" Chase starts again, but House raises a hand to silence him.
"Shoo," House and the two men leave with a roll of their eyes.
"You treat them like a couple of annoying dogs" Cameron says.
"They are annoying and they do follow you around like dogs, so it works," House says shrugging.
Cameron half-smiles and then sighs, looking away from him. House limp-walks over to her, looking at her in that House-like way.
"I'm sorry," he says quietly.
"For what?" Cameron says.
Cameron looks down at her feet; unable to look into he eyes that enchanted her. House tips her chin up, gazing into her eyes with his bright blue ones, searching for the pain that was burning inside her. He kisses her frivolously yet still gently on the lips, Cameron a little hesitant at first but returns his favour eagerly, her tongue easing into his mouth.
"Come on, I think it's time for a break," House says and Cameron giggles lightly.
This is getting awfully fluffy, even by my standards. I think on Fanfiction you use characters ffrom your fav show or book or whatever and then try and make them into something that you'd like them to be, something that's not them. They're more like paper and you get to draw anything you'd like on it.
Please review! I'd love to hear any advice you've got for me. It's rather tiresome coming up with interesting story lines. I've got two lined up but, you gotta help me here! So review!