Sorry for the delay in updating! Real life has been so cruel to me that I haven't had it in me to write :( But as always, thanks for the reviews everyone!

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Three Weeks Later

Cameron was staring off into space while sitting on the edge of the bed in her hotel room. They were only supposed to be there for two days, so they were unable to keep the same rooms, for their reservations ran out and the rooms needed to be given to someone else. They've changed rooms eight times now in the past three weeks and it was becoming tiresome. However, Wilson refused to give up. He was on the phone every day with the people from the airport that still wouldn't give him a straight answer about renting a private jet. As the days went on, Wilson became much edgier and Cameron was just waiting for the moment when he would let something slip. He wasn't the Wilson she knew. On several accounts, they had to share a room because of the hotel being booked in advance to other guests and there wasn't enough rooms for the both of them. Wilson being edgy had also put a strain on his friendship with Cameron on multiple occasions. They've argued more times in the past few days than in the entire time they've known each other.

At the moment, Wilson was on the phone with someone for the hundredth time. He wasn't getting through to anyone and it was starting to bother her most of all because she would be getting the back draft once he was done.

What were they doing here? As the days went forward, and money was being wasted, Cameron had to wonder if what they were trying to attempt would actually pay off. She had this doubt when they first came here, but now it was really sticking. Between Wilson picking at her and stepping beside himself to yell at someone else, everything was just so trying. Wilson had done everything to try to get through to these people. He probably shouldn't have offered them more money, because now that's all they're going to want is more money. It would be the same with anyone. Instead of telling him that they wanted more money, they would keep denying that figure and make up some excuse on why that wasn't good. He didn't know how to handle people over the phone evidently. Many times, Cameron wanted to step in and rip the phone out of his hand to tell the greedy bastard on the other line that the sum he's offering is what they're going to get and that they'd be over that afternoon to get the jet.

Just then, Wilson hung up the phone and turned to face Cameron. "I don't believe it," he said, face contorted in shock.

"What?" she asked, hopeful.

He paused before speaking to let it enter his mind. His eyes were wide. "We're…flying out tomorrow morning."

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"I'm telling you, we shouldn't have done it in the water," Cuddy said as House started feeling nauseous off and on since then, along with a constant fever and abdominal pain.

"Cuddy, that was three weeks ago. Don't you think that if it was the water, we would've seen something a while ago? And that wouldn't make me nauseous."

Cuddy shrugged and pressed a damp leaf against his head. "I don't know, House. Food poisoning?" she offered.

"Over crabs and bananas?" he answered doubtfully.

"How about the water then?"

"We boil the water from the streambed, Cuddy."

He sounded like he was attacking her, as if her answers weren't good enough.

"Just relax," she said, dabbing his forehead.

House groaned and closed his eyes. "What about you?"

Cuddy frowned. "What about me?"

"Yeah. You're pregnant."

Cuddy sighed and slapped the leaf back into the water. "I'm not pregnant, I told you that a hundred times already. I think I would know if I was."

She dabbed his forehead with a dry leaf that would soak up any water droplets left on his face.

"You missed your last period."

"I'm not a regular."

"You're not on the pill."

"So?"

"How many times have we had sex? Don't answer that. How many times have we had protection? That you can answer at any time."

"I'm not pregnant, House. I think it's safe to say by now that I can't get pregnant."

"Why? Because you had a few failed attempts with donors? I'll have you know that my boys are no pushovers."

"Do your boys also prevent symptoms of sickness? If I was pregnant, House, I would know it. We've been on this island for six weeks and had sex the second night. Trust me, my sickness symptoms are murder."

He shrugged. "Okay then, fine, be in denial. I'm over here puking my brains out, join the clan."

Cuddy rolled her eyes. She was about to say something when a strong wave of nausea caused her to lower her hand that held the leaf and groan.

"Told ya," House said with a smirk while Cuddy's free hand went up to be placed over her forehead.

"Nausea doesn't mean anything. You're nauseous and I'm not jumping right to the conclusion that you're pregnant."

"Well DUH. Face it, Cuddy, you have a little person inside you."

Cuddy suddenly became quiet, as if she had no idea it was even feasible that women were meant to carry babies. It made sense. She was nauseous and felt ill but she only assumed she felt that way because of House, or because of something she picked up while being stranded on the island. It never occurred to her she might be pregnant.

"What am I going to do?" she asked in all seriousness. "I can't have a baby on the island!"

"You should've thought about that before you begged for Little Greg to overpower your squish mitten."

"Shut up," she spat, feeling another wave of nausea overcome her. She didn't feel like hearing his sarcasm at the moment. "This is a serious matter and you're still a bastard."

House snatched the leaf from Cuddy, seeing as though she wasn't doing the job anymore. He pressed it against his own forehead. "What do you want me to do? Cry about it? It's your parasite. I don't have to share any sort of sympathy with you."

"It's not a parasite, House, and it's yours too. Unless you're convinced there's another guy on the island that I'm sleeping with," she said sarcastically. "That wouldn't surprise me in the least with you."

"Should we go a round and see if it's true?" he asked, winking his brow at her midsection and added a little growl in his throat.

"No," she said simply and in a bit of a pout.

"Oh come on, Cuddy, don't be so whiny. See, that's another symptom right there."

Her mouth dropped. "It is not! It's—"

Cuddy stopped dead when House wrenched the upper half of his body to the side and started to cough violently. She involuntarily placed her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them to try to calm him down. This wasn't the first time he suddenly started coughing. It wasn't a normal cough either; it was one of those ones where you'd swear a lung was coming up. Promptly, he vomited. Cuddy knew it was coming and fetched an oversized seashell for him. Since he already had an episode like this earlier in the week and once three weeks ago, she was prepared. There wasn't much in his stomach after this morning.

The area around his eyes were red while the rest of him was pale. Cuddy placed her hand over his forehead, worried.

House sighed after that was over and laid on his back again. "Great," he said during the exhale. "You're pregnant and I've got some tropical disease. Although, the thing was conceived in a tropical area so I guess we both contracted tropical diseases."

Cuddy found it hard not to roll her eyes, even after witnessing him throwing up again. He took away the actual seriousness of this but Cuddy knew how intense it was. With whatever House had, it was a lot more serious than what was on the surface. He wasn't going to get well on his own, which means he needed some sort of antibiotic. Since they couldn't get that, he would only get worse. And if Cuddy really was pregnant, that wasn't getting any better either.

Cuddy laid beside House and rested her head on his shoulder. At this point, they would need a miracle to get out.

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One more chap to go with them on the island and they finally get rescued! Review, pretty please :)