Saving Grace:
The Rally
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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 and Cameron were in some sort of strange limbo. They cared for each other; that was obvious. But, despite their one indiscretion, they held back. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was the pregnancy, neither was quite sure. But time kept passing, the due date grew nearer, and the pair attempted to ignore what had transpired between them.
Cameron busied herself becoming ready to be a mom. House simply busied himself with whatever he could find.
One day, House popped into Cameron's office as she was doing paperwork. "You, me, Gravedigger. This Friday," he said casually, attempting to keep things light and normal between them. It had only been sex, right?
"Oh, I don't know, Greg," Cameron said, sounding concerned. "I don't feel much like getting out lately," she admitted.
"Come on, Allison, it's just one night!" he begged. "Don't make me ask Wilson."
"Don't you think Wilson's gotten a bit lonely lately without you bugging him all the time?" she asked with a hint of a smile.
"No, he's too busy lusting after the devil herself," House grumbled. "Didn't I tell you why I stopped hanging out with him?"
Cameron laughed. "I'll think about it. Although I don't think my Gravedigger shirt will fit anymore."
"You can wear mine," he promised, and then made a face. "Just don't get your girly smell all over it."
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"I can't believe I agreed to this," Cameron muttered as House helped her out of the car at the arena.
"I can't believe you were thinking of saying no," House said incredulously. "Gravedigger only comes around every few years! Do you know how hard it is to get these tickets?"
Cameron rolled her eyes. "My child is going to be born deaf."
"Well at least the last sounds she'll have heard were the sounds of awesome!" House said excitedly, making Cameron laugh.
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Cameron was glad she had come. She had forgotten how much fun a monster truck rally could be.
"I'm going to go grab a cotton candy," she said in House's ear as they were watching. "Want one?"
"Nah, I'm good," he replied.
He admired her ass as she walked towards the concession stand, and apparently wasn't alone in doing so. The beer-swigging cowboy next to House elbowed him.
"Hey, your girlfriend—"
"She's not my girlfriend," House interrupted gruffly. Well what was she, then?
"Your babymama, whatever," the cowboy drawled. "She's hot."
House looked at him incredulously. "She's pregnant!"
"That doesn't change a damn thing," the man said in admiration, still staring in the direction she had gone. "Don't deny it—I saw you looking at her that way too. You're a lucky man."
He was a lucky man, he thought as he saw her coming back this direction. House's Gravedigger shirt was pulled tight around her midsection, paired with jeans and a ponytail tipped with faded blonde pulled through a ball cap.
"What's up?" she asked as she sat down beside him again, cotton candy and hot dog in hand.
"Huh?" House asked, confused.
"You were looking at me oddly," she explained.
"Oh, nothing," he hastily said, and breathed a sigh of relief when Cameron shrugged it off.
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Cameron collapsed on the couch. "I'm exhausted," she sighed.
"It was worth it, though, wasn't it?" House asked.
She grinned. "Totally."
House sat down at the piano and began playing some of the rock music they had heard at the rally.
Cameron laughed. "Maybe try something a little more calming. Ellie's still worked up from all the excitement tonight," she said, giving her belly a little rub.
House segued into a sedate piece by the Beatles. "Sing it," Cameron requested.
"Sing?" House echoed.
"I know you have a nice voice. Please?"
House acquiesced. "Yesterday," he sang in a steady baritone, "All my troubles seemed so far away…"
Cameron smiled and relaxed, enjoying the music. House's voice worked magic on the child, lulling her into sleep, or at least calming her down enough for her mother to do so.
"She likes it when you play," Cameron said with a yawn, rubbing her stomach absently after House had finished.
"She's a virtuoso in the making," House said with a smile, pulling Cameron off the couch.
"Hopefully your music has convinced Eleanor to sleep all night, and not wake up at five in the morning to play soccer," she said with a disapproving frown as she climbed into bed.
"An early riser, just like her mom," House said sarcastically.
Cameron smiled, but sighed. "I haven't had much choice about waking up early lately," she admitted.
House stuck his face up to Cameron's stomach and spoke in a stern voice. "Eleanor Cameron, you let your mother sleep. No more five a.m. games of soccer, and that's an order!"
Cameron laughed heartily. "She doesn't listen to me, I guess we'll find out if she's more obedient with you."
"Children always obey me," House said smugly.
"We'll see about that," Cameron said with a smile. "Night, Greg." She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning out the light.
House waited until her breathing steadied and then slowly snaked an arm around her, holding her tight to himself.
"Goodnight, Allison," he whispered. "I love you."
If only he had the guts to tell her so when she was awake.
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