A/N: This came to me the other day when I was listening to the radio. I know the whole Vegas Marriage thing has been done to death, and I hate to jump on a bandwagon, so I hope that my story stands out from the rest.

-Fen

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"But-" House started, but was immediately interrupted.

"No buts! You're going." Cuddy paused. "And to make sure that you actually do what you're supposed to, you'll be taking one member of your team. Though, it can't be Foreman. I'm sending him to St. Luke's Hospital in Pennsylvania." Cuddy explained. "So, it's your choice. Cameron or Chase?" Then, as if reading his mind, "Although you seem to think it, Wilson is not a member of your team."

"That should be a hard decision. Take the girl and have the entire weekend planned, down to when I'm able to take a piss or take the wombat and have the room to myself every night because he's too busy in the lobby with the newest bunny." House faked thinking about it. "Chase."

"Since you put it that way," Cuddy began. "You'll be taking Cameron. I think we might need Chase here." Cuddy went behind her desk and pulled an envelope out of one of the drawers. "Here's the itinerary for the weekend. Attendance is mandatory and you are to pay attention." Cuddy explained, making sure to pronunciate the last two words slowly.

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That was how House's weekend from hell had started. Cuddy had sprung it on him days before, so he didn't even have enough time to come up with an excuse why he couldn't go. It was only once he was there that he thought she possibly had done that on purpose. Forcing him to take Cameron was his own doing. He knew if he thought out loud, she would see his point and not allow Chase to go. House didn't want it to seem obvious that he wanted to take Cameron. He wanted Cuddy to think she forced it on him. Instead, he forced it on himself.

Wilson had given him a half hour heads up on the trip and House used that time to lock all the doors to his office, play his iPod and devise a plan. There had to be something he could come up with in order to screw with them. Otherwise, there really was no reason for him to go out to Vegas for a seminar.

It was that plan that had him in his current position. House's plan was to get Cameron drunk, and have her pass out. That way he could slip a ring on her finger and his and make her think that they had gotten married. Upon their arrival back in Princeton, he would make sure to humiliate her as best as possible and in front of as many people as possible.

There was only one downfall to his plan. He never took into account the amount of liquor it would take to get Cameron drunk and that he would have to be drinking with her.

So that's how it happened.

He woke up in the room they were sharing. The hospital paid for the trip, but instead of paying for two separate rooms; they paid for one room that had two beds. He ran his hand through his hair, and it caught. He pulled his hand back to see a ring on his left index finger. It wasn't the same one that he had bought at the pawn store before leaving Princeton. It was different. Nicer.

He sat up and grabbed the orange bottle on the bedside table. Swallowing three of the pills, he looked over to see that Cameron was still asleep. She was facing him, and he looked at her hand. There were two rings on her finger. The outermost ring was the one that he had bought at the pawn store, and the innermost ring matched the one on his finger, only it was obviously made for a woman. It had more stones in it. He squinted to look at it better. He couldn't quite make it out.

He got up and grabbed his cane. Making his way over to the dresser, he saw a piece of paper. In red lipstick, it read I heart U. Then in plain black letters, that looked remarkably like his own, No, I Love You, were written. Trying to remember what had happened the night before House made his way to the bathroom. He figured a hot shower would help things. Besides, he was beginning to think that the plan worked.

He turned the water on, and stepped under the spray.

He was just about to turn it off, when Cameron barged into the bathroom. "What the hell is this?" She shouted, holding the piece of paper up to the frosted glass shower doors.

House looked at it. It was the same piece of paper that he'd seen earlier. "I'm wounded. Really wounded." He said with mock sincerity. "I profess my love, and you don't even remember." He concluded.

Cameron looked confused. The she looked at the paper. It was backwards. "We're married." She said, turning the paper over.

House immediately tried to hide the smile that was forming on his face. Then he actually looked at the paper. "What the?" he said, turning the water off, and pushing the door open far enough that he could snatch the paper from her hands. This was definitely not the fake license he had bought. It was more ornate, and for lack of a better word, real.

House shushed Cameron out of the bathroom then dried himself off, and wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom, and over to his bag. Grabbing the first thing he could, he pulled some clothes on, and turned to Cameron. He didn't know what to say. Obviously his plan had backfired, and there was no way he was going to tell her that. He didn't really get the chance though, since Cameron wasn't there. He looked around the room, and didn't see any of her stuff either. "Guess we're meeting at the airport." He said to himself, packing up his own things.

He picked his wallet up off the dresser and just as he was putting it in his pocket, a piece of paper fell out. He reached down and picked it up. He recognized the handwriting as his own, but what it said, he had no idea.

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