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
House glanced up from his Gameboy as Cameron entered his office. "Don't you have an office of your own?"
She ignored his question. "I went to the doctor today."
"We're all doctors, Cameron. You're at the doctor right now," he said sarcastically, finally looking up.
She looked tense. "No, Princeton General, getting checked out," she said. She added in nearly a whisper, "For the implantation."
"What did they say? Dead hubby's sperm not good enough?" he teased, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
She trembled. "I'm already pregnant."
"Oh, God," House said, dropping his head into a hand. "Chase's?"
Cameron looked at him with disbelief. "You think I've been cheating on him? The divorce isn't even finalized yet!"
"Just making sure!" House defended.
She fell into the chair across from him. "What am I going to do, House?" she asked. In the time since House had returned, their friendship had blossomed. He was the only one who could really give her an unbiased opinion. Being friends with House hadn't exactly helped her marriage, but she refused to allow Chase to control every aspect of her life.
House had a quick answer. "You know your options. Raise the wombat-faced Brit's kid, or terminate the pregnancy."
"I want more options," Cameron said, looking fearful.
House rolled his eyes. "You don't get more because you don't like the ones you have."
"I know," she said pensively. "I know."
She found herself wandering the halls of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Her shift still hadn't started, and she usually headed down to the ER a bit early, but she wasn't ready yet to face the noisy crowds at Emergency.
She found herself at Wilson's door. He was always good for conversation and distraction, though she wasn't as close to him as to House.
Wilson waved her in. "Hey, Cameron, how's it going?"
She shrugged. "Been better."
He gave her a sympathetic smile. "How's Chase?"
"I don't know," she answered truthfully.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Wilson asked with a small frown.
"We split up," she confessed.
"Oh, Cameron, I'm sorry," Wilson said sympathetically, wondering to himself how this had not reached the hospital rumor mill yet. "If you don't mind me asking, what went wrong?"
She shook her head. "A million different things." Just then, before she could explain more, she quickly grabbed a Wilson's waste basket and emptied the contents of her stomach into it.
Wilson looked at her with eyes as big as saucers. "Please tell me that's from stress."
Cameron couldn't look him in the eye.
"Oh, Cameron," he said, with a mix of pity and sorrow in his eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up," he added, getting out of his chair and leading her out.
At the end of the day, she opened the door and collapsed on the couch of the apartment she had shared with Chase. She didn't really want to be there, of all places, but it was still home for the time being.
Chase had moved in with a friend, leaving her the apartment. A female friend, she noted, hoping, despite the fact that they were indeed divorcing, that it was only a friend and nothing more.
She looked around, seeing reminders of him in every nook and cranny. She sighed. She needed to start looking for a new place.
She turned her thoughts to the news she had received that morning. She didn't really want any connection to Robert anymore, and this child would be a constant reminder of him, and something that would keep them forever connected. On the other hand, this was still her child. Not to mention it seemed pointless to terminate a pregnancy in order to get pregnant. She had a lot to think about.
The next morning she sought out Robert Chase, her soon-to-be ex-husband.
"Robert, I need to speak with you privately," she requested, finding him before his shift began that morning.
He looked uncomfortable. "Be right back, guys, he said to his companions, heading off to a private area with Allison.
He leaned against a wall, folding his arms over his chest. "What's up?" he said, "Something go wrong with the divorce proceedings?"
"No, nothing like that," she said, looking nervous. She couldn't stand still.
"Then what is it?" Chase said, contrasting her nerves with his mask of calmness.
"Robert, I'm pregnant," she said with tears in her eyes. "And I'm keeping the baby," she added.
He looked shocked.
She started babbling. "You don't have to do anything, you don't even have to see it, pay child support, whatever, I just thought you should know…"
"Allison, stop talking," he said, reaching out to grab her arm in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture. He looked agitated, reaching his other hand up to rub across his stubble. "I need time to think. Can we talk about it over dinner?"
She nodded in response. "Pick you up at seven," he said, heading back to his companions, leaving her standing there alone.
Cameron didn't feel much like eating, but there she was, waiting to get picked up for dinner. It was incredibly weird to be picked up by Chase at the apartment they had bought together. It was a two bedroom, the second for any children that might have come along before purchasing a house.
Her musings were interrupted by the doorbell. She answered it in jeans and a flowing top, him in jeans and a pressed button down.
"Ready to go?" he asked awkwardly.
She nodded, allowing him to lead her to the car. They reached the restaurant, a mid-ranged chain. They awkwardly exchanged pleasantries until Chase started right in on the crux of the matter.
"So… I think we should give it another try," he said casually.
Cameron nearly choked on her icewater. "What?"
"For the baby's sake," he said. "We should see if we can work out our differences. We both wanted a family together"
"Not this way," she replied quietly.
"I know, Allison," he said gently. "Which is why we should try."
"The reasons we're divorcing are still legitimate, Robert," she retorted.
"I know," he said. "But I can't let this go without knowing we tried. Especially since my child is now involved."
Cameron looked unconvinced.
"Allison," he pleaded. "We wanted a family together. Maybe this is our chance to have it."
She relented. "Alright, we can give it a try. But this is your last chance."
"You're an idiot," House stated, after hearing the story.
"For caring enough about my child to give this a second try?" Cameron angrily responded. "Yes, how stupid of me," she said, flouncing into the chair across from House's desk.
"You know perfectly well it's not going to work," he said. "You're going to get hurt, and it'll be worse than usual cause you're all weird and hormonal, and then I'll have to kick Chase's ass," he explained.
"But you've always wanted to kick Chase's ass," she replied with a hint of a smile.
"But I'll be too busy dealing with crying hormonal Cameron to enjoy it. When I kick Chase's ass, I want to be able to fully enjoy the glory of the moment," he said, putting his feet up on the desk and hands behind his head.
Cameron rolled her eyes. "Well I'll try not to ruin your opportunity," she said sarcastically, but in good humor. "I've got work to do. Catch you later."