Saving Grace:

The Hormones

Unnecessary disclaimer: None of the characters appearing in the TV show "House, M. D." belong to me.

Abstract: When Cameron's marriage with Chase falls apart, she decides that she cannot wait for another man to come around to be a mom. What happens when a wrench gets thrown in her plans? HC

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House woke up the next morning to a cold, empty bed. "Just fucking great," he thought. He wondered if he'd scared her off.

He got up to find her in the kitchen making pancakes and coffee. She had begun to pour his coffee when she heard the bedroom door open. She handed the mug to him wordlessly as he entered the room.

"Sleep okay?" he asked pointedly after taking a long sip of the hot liquid.

Cameron ignored all pretenses and went straight to the heart of the matter. "I didn't want to disturb you. I thought you might want to be alone after last night," she said, using her cooking as a good excuse not to look at him.

He sighed. It hadn't really been what he wanted, but he wasn't sure what the hell he wanted anyway.

They ate breakfast in silence. House had cooled down since the night before. He knew that she had been right—she did need her own place. There wasn't really enough room for all three of them. It was logical… but he didn't like it.

"Allison," he called to her as she was leaving. "You were right. There won't be enough space."

She turned and smiled. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Greg," she said reassuringly and slipped out the door.

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Despite her seemingly good mood that morning, during their differential that afternoon she became incredibly difficult to work with.

House often attempted to use intimidation to get his way, and Cameron usually just rolled her eyes or shrugged it off. Today, however, was a different story.

When he had tried to convince him of her theory, she got angry.

"Bite me, House," she huffed, shocking everyone in the room. She walked up close to him. "I'm about to be a mother, and you of all people don't scare me anymore. You're wrong, and we're not doing the damn biopsy." She stomped off, leaving House and his team speechless.

He pointed at one. "You go make sure she's okay." The man scampered off after the angry woman.

"And you two," he said, surveying the remainder of his team. "You do the biopsy."

They looked at each other fearfully, but ran off to do his bidding.

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Lucky for those two, House had been right. However, it did nothing for Cameron's mood.

She was shut up in her room when House came home that evening. He went to knock on her door.

"Go away, Greg," she shouted.

"You know this door doesn't lock. I can come in whenever I want," he shouted back from outside the door.

Silence. He leaned on the door.

Suddenly it was yanked open to reveal a very angry Allison Cameron.

House scrambled to keep from falling, but she didn't apologize. "What do you want?" she asked with a glare that could melt steel.

"Jeez, are you trying to kill me?" he asked as he followed her into the room.

"What's gotten into you today?" he asked in consternation.

"I don't want to discuss it!" she shouted, leaving the room, and a confused House, in her wake.

He followed her into the kitchen where she started banging pots and pans around, obviously intending to cook something. Cook what, he didn't know, as it was way past dinnertime.

"Get away from me, Greg," she said between gritted teeth. There were no signs of any cooking ingredients except a bottle of chocolate sauce on the counter.

"Not until I know what's going on," he countered.

She slammed a frying pan onto the counter. "I told you I don't want to discuss it!" This time there were tears running down her cheeks.

He had begun to get angry, but stopped when he saw the tears. "Allison, what's wrong?" he asked with obvious concern in his voice.

"I can't tell you," she said in a choked voice as she pulled a box of pasta out of the cabinet.

House reached up and covered her hand with his own. "You have to talk to me."

She sighed. "You really aren't going to let this go, are you?"

"Never," he responded, letting loose her hand and taking the box from her.

She turned around to find him only inches behind her. She closed her eyes with a hiss. "We can talk about it, but please take a couple steps back."

He sat down at the kitchen table and waited for her to speak.

She paced. "I'm not really angry with you, it's just these damn hormones!" she said, shouting the last few words. "I just can't stand to be around you right now because…" she trailed off and cringed in defeat. "Please don't laugh," she begged. "Because every time I see you I just want to fuck your brains out!" she yelled in frustration and then blushed a deep crimson.

She sat down. "God, I even hit on Foreman today!" she cried, dropping her head into her hands. "This has to end."

House just stared. He had no idea pregnant women could get like… well, like that. It was totally a turn on until she mentioned Foreman. And some part of him was wishing it wasn't just the hormones.

When he came out of his reverie, he saw that Cameron was staring at him with smoldering eyes. "Uh oh," he said.

"Greg," she said sweetly. "What do you say we…"

"No!" he shouted, jumping up.

"But Greg, please!" she begged, standing up.

House was firm. "No! You'll regret it later."

"Oh, please, Greg! I won't, I promise!" she begged again. "I promise I won't regret it, anyways, I'm already half in lo—" Her hand flew to her mouth and both parties stood stock still in shock until Cameron came to her senses and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her.

House's head was swimming. She was in love with him? He had thought she was long over him. He shook his head. Could they really have chosen a worse time to start falling for each other?

House headed down the hall to Cameron's room. He wasn't really sure what he was going to do yet, but he had to do something.

He knocked on the door lightly before walking right in. "Go away, House," she said from the bed. He could only see her back, but it was shaking, and he was sure there were tears running down her face.

He went over to the bed and put a hand on her back. "What part of go away don't you understand?" she asked.

"My teachers always said I was bad at following instructions," he said with a shrug, and House thought he heard a laugh between the sniffles.

"Look," he said, "there are worse things than admitting that you love me."

"I didn't," she answered shortly.

"But you were about to," he responded quietly, and she sobbed harder.

He decided a change of subject was in order. "Well, do you want me to take care of your problem or not?" he asked.

"I'm sure it's a terrible idea," she said, sniffling, but finally turning around where he could see her.

"Probably," he admitted. "But I want it too," he said, immediately berating himself in his head for this. What the hell was he doing? This had to be a mistake… but somehow, he didn't really care.

She looked up at him with beautiful, sad eyes. "You do?"

"Yeah," he answered in defeat. "Yeah I do."

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A/N: Smut comes next chapter! I hope you're all excited! :)

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