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House/Cameron One-Shot. Chapter III
Rating: NC-17 maybe (for language)
Disclaimer: All rights to House MD belong to David Shore, Heel and Toe Films and Bad Hat Harry Productions in association with NBC Universal Television Studio. I do not make any monetary profit from this fanfiction.
Warning: Death fic, I guess
I know I said that it might be months (or years) before I MSTed Chapter 3. But that was before I read it. It gave me nightmares (which did not include Gregory House removing my big toe with a pair of pliers.) So now I can say I read and MSTed the worst fan!fic ever written.
I know that is a pretty big claim. There are so many awful fics out there, clamoring for the title. But this fic wins it, unopposed, by virtue of the eighth paragraph. As some paragraphs may be broken into pieces to allow for commentary by the denizens of PPTH, I’ll tell you that the paragraph in question starts with “Of course that was not what happened” and ends with “a golden wedding ring on their ring finger.”
If you read the previous installments, you’ll know that I have a pet peeve about mixing plural pronouns with singular nouns. Yet the fact that they apparently share one ring finger and one wedding ring for said finger is a trivial matter in the grand scheme of things.
Previously, Chapter 1 and Chapter 2
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Chase: House, we’ve already read two chapters of this one-shot. Haven’t you tortured us enough already?
House: There’s only one chapter left.
Foreman: She can’t spell, she doesn’t know how to punctuate and she’s completely oblivious to Cameron’s and your personalities. What else is there for her to so-called write about?
House: The early days of my wifey’s and my marriage.
Cameron: You must be kidding.
Hi guys. I am back with another House/Cameron One Shot. This time House spends some time with his first newborn son, so this “happened” before [Chapter 1] and [Chapter 2]. I hope it is not to confusing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from House M.D.
The room would have been dark if it wasn’t for the sun shining true the curtains welcoming Sunday morning.
Chase: Okay, so the room would have been dark if it weren’t light.
Foreman: So true… True the curtains.
The sheets were only covering the lower part of his body. Gregory House had a hard time sleeping tonight, for the first time in months. He turned his head for the hundred time to the left side of the king size bed. Allison Cameron House was still asleep. Figures House thought.
Cameron: What figures? That I was sleeping during the night. What a bizarre thing for me to do.
House: Almost as weird as the fact that I apparently don’t sleep with the sheets pulled over my head.
Dr. Allison Cameron House. Oh, how that name scared him at the beginning of their marriage. It still does, but in a strange comforting way. He was happy that she wanted to use his last name. Mostly because it meant that whenever a young man would start flirting with her, Greg was able to introduce himself as Dr. House, and then say while pointing at himself “Yep, she is married to a cripple man. House’s sentence would continue sarcastically. “So keep walking pretty boy”. And then of course a huge grin would appear on his face while he would make sure that they walked away from Cameron.
Chase: Wouldn’t it be just as easy to introduce yourself by saying “I’m Gregory House, Dr. Cameron’s husband.”
House: But then I wouldn’t be able to call myself “a cripple man.” Or tell the pretty boys to keep walking.
Chase: But you’re being sarcastic when you tell them that. You don’t really mean it.
House: You’re right. I actually want one of them to take her off my hands.
Cameron: House! I don’t like the idea any more than you do but we’re stuck in this bad!fic together. At least you could pretend to be nice about it.
Dr. Allison Cameron House. He loved when those words fell out of her mouth. Although he would never actually be stupid enough to admit it, it meant the world to him. Just the way she said it was odd for him to hear. She would say it with so much pride and that was enough for him to say, “Yep, I am hitting that” while looking at Cameron.
Wilson
Foreman: If he’s willing to talk about her that way to death row prisoners, why wouldn’t he do the same when discussing her with colleagues?
House: It’s bound to improve her professional status within the hospital.
Suddenly Allison moved and snuggled her body closer to House. She slid her arm over his chest while making herself comfortable. It surprised him that even in her sleep, she would avoid going anywhere near his bad leg. It amazed him to see how she thought about him even when she was sleeping.
Wilson: Actually, it’s easy to avoid his bad leg in bed. You just sleep on his left side.
But what always got his attention when they were in bed is how she fit with him. House knew it sounded cheesy and the last thing he wanted was to sound cheesy, but he was just telling himself the truth.
House: Amazing! A male body and a female body fitting together almost like they were designed that way. What will they think of next?
Cameron: You’re 9 inches taller than I am. If I had to sleep next to you, I’m sure I could find some point along your body where I would fit.
House could sometimes stare at her for hours. Of course that only happened when she was asleep. He didn’t understand how a young and beautiful woman like her, would want to share her life with a damaged guy like him.
Foreman: You stare at her for hours while she’s sleeping? That’s a little creepy, don’t you think? Maybe you should consider sleeping pills.
He was, for the first time in his life, scared when they first kissed. House could never forget the feeling when his lips met hers. She was so soft that he wondered whether he had died and gone to heaven.
Chase: House, you’re amazing. Nothing in your life ever scared you before that?
House: Nope.
Chase: Not the infarction or…
Cameron: The subsequent cardiac arrest or…
Foreman: Not being able to walk after the myectomy or…
Wilson
House: Nope. Kissing Cameron was definitely the scariest thing that ever happened to me.
Of course that was not what happened when they first made love. And yes he would never believe it, that he, Gregory House, had made love to a woman.
House:Wilson
It was awkward and unpleasant for the both of them. It was a good thing that the large amount of alcohol they had poured into their bodies that night had made the evening a slight blur.
House: What the fuck?!?
Chase: *smirks* Bad choice of words, House.
House: Did author!person just say I was a virgin when Cameron and I first slept together?
Cameron: *horrified* I think she implied that we both were.
House: I’m almost 50!
Cameron: Well, I’m pushing 30!
House: I lived with Stacy for five years. Does she think we were roomies?
Cameron: I was married.
House: I have hookers on speed dial.
Cameron: I took meth and jumped Chase.
But the next couple of months they had tried so hard to make up for that first night, and a year later there they were, sleeping in the same bed with a golden wedding ring on their ring finger.
Foreman: At least you seem to be fast learners. Your first, disastrous night together was a year ago and you already have a son.
He knew it was going to be though, he knew that their marriage would bring some unpleasant moments. The hospital staff would talk about them, instead of minding their own business. And yet he didn’t care. And neither did she. Cameron was there for him. And for him that was enough.
Chase: Yea, because you always mind your own business and never talk about other people in the hospital.
Cameron: And that’s not all. I slept with Peterson, the fellow in cardiology. Twice.
House: Good for you.
She made sure to never go to bed without giving him a good night kiss. It was their way of saying I love you. She would bring him tea whenever he was sick. She managed to see him as a person and not just as Dr. Gregory House. She put up with his sarcastic comments directed to the people around him. And she noticed, yet never said it to his face, he did not use that way of communication when he was around her at home. He wanted to make her happy and if that meant cutting out a few sarcastic comments, reduce his drinking and intake of his painkillers, so beat it.
Foreman: I think “beat it” probably better describes what you had to do before you slept with Cameron.
House: Fic!me, Foreman.
Cameron: And there was Steve Reynolds during my first year of medical school
Chase: Cameron, are you feeling alright?
Cameron: But he turned out to be a little too kinky for me.
That was another thing, since they had gotten married he didn’t take that much vicodin and he didn’t drink that much. He found it odd that the need for those things wasn’t that strong anymore. House knew that Cameron didn’t want him to change and for that he was grateful.
House: I changed because I was so grateful that she didn’t want me to change?
Cameron: Then I lived with Peter Smith for two years until he dropped out of med school.
Foreman: Uh, Cameron?
He felt pain in his leg and somehow managed to carefully get out of bed without waking up his wife. He slowly grabbed his cane and limped towards the bathroom. House let the water run from the tap and then let the cold water fill in his hands before washing his face. He looked up at the mirror and saw how tired he looked. And then instantly he heard the reason to his sleepless nights.
House: Oh, good. I was planning to get my ears checked. But if I can instantly hear things, I guess I don’t have to.
Cameron: It’s cold inMinnesota
House: Very funny, Cameron. Chase, I think you’d better get checked for STDs.
Wilson
House turned of the light in the bathroom and made his way towards the nursery. He carefully opened the door revealing a crib, a chair and blue/white wallpaper. He took small steps and limped towards the crib. And there he was. Their son, Ethan. Those beautiful sparkly blue eyes were showing his father that he had been crying, and the baby blue blanket that was not covering his body were shoving that it was too warm to sleep.
Cameron: *atonally* Hush little baby, don’t say a word.
House: Cameron, that’s enough.
Cameron: Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird.
A smile appeared on Ethan’s face the moment he saw his father’s face. House looked at him. He was three months now and already the reason his father saw life worth living. After a long time of hesitating, House hooked his cane on the crib and bent down to pick Ethan up. He wasn’t that used to holding Ethan, and felt as if he could work more on his father skills.
Cameron: He’s probably just hungry. *starts to unbutton her vest and blouse* And if that mocking bird don’t sing.
*House starts to smirk but stops when he realizes she isn’t kidding.*
House, somehow, made it to the chair without his cane and the baby in his arms. Ethan clutched to House’s black rolling stone tee shirt. Ethan blinked a few times and shoved his thumb in his mouth.
Cameron: Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.
Chase: House, you bastard. You just had to make us read one more bad!fic! You’ve finally driven Cameron insane.
House could smell the soft baby scent of his son and he smirked. “I see that you have no plans to let your mommy and me sleep”. He never saw himself as a family man and yet there he was, sitting in a nursery and holding a child. Their child. Oh, had he been surprised when the news about Ethan hit him. Somehow House managed to figure the whole thing before Cameron did, even if it was her body. It was safe to say that House was scared. To this very day he felt scared. Scared that he would turn out like his father, scared that he wouldn’t do as a father. Scared that one-day Cameron would wake up and take the baby with her, leaving House behind.
House: Cameron, stop it. We… we have a patient. See, it says we have to figure the whole thing out. Let’s go into the conference room and do a DDX on you.
Cameron: And if that diamond ring turns brass. Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.
House traced small circles on the baby’s cheeks. He held him in his arms and not to close to his bad leg. It felt weird to look at someone who was a part of him and Cameron. He couldn’t believe that he and Cameron created a tiny little person. That thought alone was enough to make him want to scream so loud that his lungs could explode.
Chase: I’ll make you scream for what you did to her. And explode.
*Chase opens House’s desk drawer and pulls out the gun.*
“So, what’s new with you?” House looked at the baby, asking him a casual question as if Ethan would understand. House didn’t know what to do, this was the sort of ting Cameron did. She would make it to the nursery way before House even managed to get out of bed or of the couch. And when he finally did make it to the nursery, she would say that she had everything under control and that he could just go to back to whatever he was doing.
Wilson
*Wilson
Cameron: You shouldn’t make so much noise. Ethan will never get back to sleep. But don’t worry, I have everything under control.
But now it was he who had first heard the baby cries. And since his leg was keeping him up, he might as well stay here with the baby. Besides it did not look like Cameron was up. He watched as the baby looked at him. “Yeah, I know I am old, who would have thought your mother would actually marry me”. House said with a bit of truth in his words.
House, Chase and Foreman: Wilson!
Wilson
*Wilson dies*
House couldn’t help but remember when Cameron was pregnant with Ethan. He didn’t know what to do; luckily Cameron wasn’t like a lot of those pregnant women he had heard about. She didn’t wake up late at night telling him to get her some sort of crazy food desire. She would make sure to do that at daylight. She was however a bit hormonal. She would often use his way of communicating with people. House liked to think that he had done a great job in training her how to get other people to avoid her when she didn’t want company.
*The door to House’s office is pulled open. Cuddy rushes in.*
Cuddy: Did I just hear another gunshot coming from this office, House!
Cameron: House, would you get me some Cookie Dough Ice Cream with ketchup please?
Cameron noticed that her arm was not touching House’s chest. She opened her eyes and felt a yawn coming. She looked around in the bedroom, but it was to dark to spot anything. She figured that House had gone to the bathroom. She felt thirsty and got up heading towards the kitchen. But as she was about to take the first step towards the staircase, she heard an unusual noise coming from the nursery. She turned around and found House holding the baby in his arms with his eyes shut leaning his head on the chair. She didn’t want to wake them up but she knew that she couldn’t leave House sleeping like that with his bad leg.
House: *clearly shaken* Chase just killedWilson
Chase: I was trying to shoot you, you bastard.Wilson
*Chase turns the gun on himself and pulls the trigger.*
Cameron: House, wake up. If you sleep in that chair your leg will start to hurt. And it probably won’t be good for Ethan if you drop him.
Cameron suddenly remembered those times when she and House relaxed on the couch with her looking at a magazine and him watching his soaps. When she was pregnant she could often fall in asleep with her head resting on House’s shoulder. When she would wake up, she could hear House talking to the baby and explaining him the events that took place on his soaps, but the moment she woke up House stopped talking. Cameron never discuss it with House, because she knew it she brought it up then he would never do it again, so she just enjoyed it while she could. Those memories brought a smile to her face. She hoped House knew what a great father he was to his child.
*House stumbles over to Chase and tries to stop the bleeding.*
House: Chase, I’m sorry. Hold on. We’ll get help.
Cameron: House, I hope you realize that only a father as great as you are would teach his child to appreciate soap operas while the baby was still in utero.
*Chase dies*
“You can stop looking and remembering”. House said keeping his eyes shut. “And rather come and take the baby”. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She hurried and took the baby away from him.
Cameron: Here, let me take the baby.
House: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just thought we’d have a little fun reading bad!fic. I didn’t mean for this to happen.
*House cradles Chase’s hand which still holds the gun. He looks at Cuddy then points the gun at his head and presses Chase’s finger to the trigger. House dies.*
“There we go,” She whispered as she put the baby back in the crib. Ethan was fast asleep. Cameron was going to cover his tiny body with the baby blue cotton blanket, but House’s arm stopped her. “He is warm and therefore he couldn’t sleep”. He let go of Cameron’s arm. “And then he seems to get cranky and wake up everybody in the house, so leave the blanket”. House took his black cane.
Cuddy: Oh my God! House is dead!
Foreman: So are Chase and Wilson!
Cuddy: But I’ve built the reputation of this hospital on House’s diagnostic ability. What will I do now?
Cameron: You could turn down the heat so Ethan won’t get too warm while he sleeps.
The pain in his leg was almost gone so he figured he could get some sleep, and started walking towards his and Cameron’s bedroom feeling tired. Cameron soon followed. He left his cane next to the nightstand and got under the covers. Cameron watched him a bit while leaning on the doorframe; House’s voice brought her out her thoughts. “Are you coming or do you think I am going to bite?” She smiled and got under the covers. Brown eyes met blue eyes and for a few seconds they simply gazed at each other. House shifted his body slightly closer to Cameron’s. “If you thought that I bite, then your thoughts were on the right track”. Cameron laughed and kissed his lips gently. “Well, good then, cause I bite too”. She looked at his unshaved face and blue eyes. “After all, I learned from the master”.
Cuddy: I learned from the master too. I guess this is your last diagnosis, House.
*Cuddy grabs the gun and shoots herself. Dies*
Cameron: Be careful. I can’t go to work with a mark on my neck.
House was going to kiss her, but instead he said “I would rather have bad times with you, then good times with someone else”. He didn’t often show soft moments like this one therefore Cameron was careful about what she said when they happened. House had a way with her. She knew how hard it was for him to say I love you. But he made sure that she knew that he in fact did love her. He would for instants put a blanket over her whenever she would fall asleep on the couch. And he would play her favourite songs on the piano. She never spoke about it to anybody. It was kind of their little secret and she liked it that way. She liked it when he showed her the real Gregory House.
*The door opens again and two members of PPTH’s crack security team enter.*
Security Office: Did something happen?
Cameron: My husband is about to play my favorite songs on the piano for me. House, would you start with “Feelings” and then play “Love Story” please?
Cameron closed the small space between them and planted a kiss on his soft lips.
Foreman: I guess I’m new Chief of Diagnostic Medicine.
Cameron: You? Why you? It’s because I’m a woman, isn’t it? Cuddy never liked me because…
Foreman: Cameron, Cuddy’s dead.
Cameron: Oh. Then I can be Dean of Medicine.
Author's Note: Hey, guys. Hope you liked reading this. Please let me know what you think! ---[signed by the worst fic writer in history]
Rating: NC-17 maybe (for language)
Disclaimer: All rights to House MD belong to David Shore, Heel and Toe Films and Bad Hat Harry Productions in association with NBC Universal Television Studio. I do not make any monetary profit from this fanfiction.
Warning: Death fic, I guess
I know I said that it might be months (or years) before I MSTed Chapter 3. But that was before I read it. It gave me nightmares (which did not include Gregory House removing my big toe with a pair of pliers.) So now I can say I read and MSTed the worst fan!fic ever written.
I know that is a pretty big claim. There are so many awful fics out there, clamoring for the title. But this fic wins it, unopposed, by virtue of the eighth paragraph. As some paragraphs may be broken into pieces to allow for commentary by the denizens of PPTH, I’ll tell you that the paragraph in question starts with “Of course that was not what happened” and ends with “a golden wedding ring on their ring finger.”
If you read the previous installments, you’ll know that I have a pet peeve about mixing plural pronouns with singular nouns. Yet the fact that they apparently share one ring finger and one wedding ring for said finger is a trivial matter in the grand scheme of things.
Previously, Chapter 1 and Chapter 2
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Chase: House, we’ve already read two chapters of this one-shot. Haven’t you tortured us enough already?
House: There’s only one chapter left.
Foreman: She can’t spell, she doesn’t know how to punctuate and she’s completely oblivious to Cameron’s and your personalities. What else is there for her to so-called write about?
House: The early days of my wifey’s and my marriage.
Cameron: You must be kidding.
Hi guys. I am back with another House/Cameron One Shot. This time House spends some time with his first newborn son, so this “happened” before [Chapter 1] and [Chapter 2]. I hope it is not to confusing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from House M.D.
The room would have been dark if it wasn’t for the sun shining true the curtains welcoming Sunday morning.
Chase: Okay, so the room would have been dark if it weren’t light.
Foreman: So true… True the curtains.
The sheets were only covering the lower part of his body. Gregory House had a hard time sleeping tonight, for the first time in months. He turned his head for the hundred time to the left side of the king size bed. Allison Cameron House was still asleep. Figures House thought.
Cameron: What figures? That I was sleeping during the night. What a bizarre thing for me to do.
House: Almost as weird as the fact that I apparently don’t sleep with the sheets pulled over my head.
Dr. Allison Cameron House. Oh, how that name scared him at the beginning of their marriage. It still does, but in a strange comforting way. He was happy that she wanted to use his last name. Mostly because it meant that whenever a young man would start flirting with her, Greg was able to introduce himself as Dr. House, and then say while pointing at himself “Yep, she is married to a cripple man. House’s sentence would continue sarcastically. “So keep walking pretty boy”. And then of course a huge grin would appear on his face while he would make sure that they walked away from Cameron.
Chase: Wouldn’t it be just as easy to introduce yourself by saying “I’m Gregory House, Dr. Cameron’s husband.”
House: But then I wouldn’t be able to call myself “a cripple man.” Or tell the pretty boys to keep walking.
Chase: But you’re being sarcastic when you tell them that. You don’t really mean it.
House: You’re right. I actually want one of them to take her off my hands.
Cameron: House! I don’t like the idea any more than you do but we’re stuck in this bad!fic together. At least you could pretend to be nice about it.
Dr. Allison Cameron House. He loved when those words fell out of her mouth. Although he would never actually be stupid enough to admit it, it meant the world to him. Just the way she said it was odd for him to hear. She would say it with so much pride and that was enough for him to say, “Yep, I am hitting that” while looking at Cameron.
Foreman: If he’s willing to talk about her that way to death row prisoners, why wouldn’t he do the same when discussing her with colleagues?
House: It’s bound to improve her professional status within the hospital.
Suddenly Allison moved and snuggled her body closer to House. She slid her arm over his chest while making herself comfortable. It surprised him that even in her sleep, she would avoid going anywhere near his bad leg. It amazed him to see how she thought about him even when she was sleeping.
Wilson: Actually, it’s easy to avoid his bad leg in bed. You just sleep on his left side.
But what always got his attention when they were in bed is how she fit with him. House knew it sounded cheesy and the last thing he wanted was to sound cheesy, but he was just telling himself the truth.
House: Amazing! A male body and a female body fitting together almost like they were designed that way. What will they think of next?
Cameron: You’re 9 inches taller than I am. If I had to sleep next to you, I’m sure I could find some point along your body where I would fit.
House could sometimes stare at her for hours. Of course that only happened when she was asleep. He didn’t understand how a young and beautiful woman like her, would want to share her life with a damaged guy like him.
Foreman: You stare at her for hours while she’s sleeping? That’s a little creepy, don’t you think? Maybe you should consider sleeping pills.
He was, for the first time in his life, scared when they first kissed. House could never forget the feeling when his lips met hers. She was so soft that he wondered whether he had died and gone to heaven.
Chase: House, you’re amazing. Nothing in your life ever scared you before that?
House: Nope.
Chase: Not the infarction or…
Cameron: The subsequent cardiac arrest or…
Foreman: Not being able to walk after the myectomy or…
House: Nope. Kissing Cameron was definitely the scariest thing that ever happened to me.
Of course that was not what happened when they first made love. And yes he would never believe it, that he, Gregory House, had made love to a woman.
House:
It was awkward and unpleasant for the both of them. It was a good thing that the large amount of alcohol they had poured into their bodies that night had made the evening a slight blur.
House: What the fuck?!?
Chase: *smirks* Bad choice of words, House.
House: Did author!person just say I was a virgin when Cameron and I first slept together?
Cameron: *horrified* I think she implied that we both were.
House: I’m almost 50!
Cameron: Well, I’m pushing 30!
House: I lived with Stacy for five years. Does she think we were roomies?
Cameron: I was married.
House: I have hookers on speed dial.
Cameron: I took meth and jumped Chase.
But the next couple of months they had tried so hard to make up for that first night, and a year later there they were, sleeping in the same bed with a golden wedding ring on their ring finger.
Foreman: At least you seem to be fast learners. Your first, disastrous night together was a year ago and you already have a son.
He knew it was going to be though, he knew that their marriage would bring some unpleasant moments. The hospital staff would talk about them, instead of minding their own business. And yet he didn’t care. And neither did she. Cameron was there for him. And for him that was enough.
Chase: Yea, because you always mind your own business and never talk about other people in the hospital.
Cameron: And that’s not all. I slept with Peterson, the fellow in cardiology. Twice.
House: Good for you.
She made sure to never go to bed without giving him a good night kiss. It was their way of saying I love you. She would bring him tea whenever he was sick. She managed to see him as a person and not just as Dr. Gregory House. She put up with his sarcastic comments directed to the people around him. And she noticed, yet never said it to his face, he did not use that way of communication when he was around her at home. He wanted to make her happy and if that meant cutting out a few sarcastic comments, reduce his drinking and intake of his painkillers, so beat it.
Foreman: I think “beat it” probably better describes what you had to do before you slept with Cameron.
House: Fic!me, Foreman.
Cameron: And there was Steve Reynolds during my first year of medical school
Chase: Cameron, are you feeling alright?
Cameron: But he turned out to be a little too kinky for me.
That was another thing, since they had gotten married he didn’t take that much vicodin and he didn’t drink that much. He found it odd that the need for those things wasn’t that strong anymore. House knew that Cameron didn’t want him to change and for that he was grateful.
House: I changed because I was so grateful that she didn’t want me to change?
Cameron: Then I lived with Peter Smith for two years until he dropped out of med school.
Foreman: Uh, Cameron?
He felt pain in his leg and somehow managed to carefully get out of bed without waking up his wife. He slowly grabbed his cane and limped towards the bathroom. House let the water run from the tap and then let the cold water fill in his hands before washing his face. He looked up at the mirror and saw how tired he looked. And then instantly he heard the reason to his sleepless nights.
House: Oh, good. I was planning to get my ears checked. But if I can instantly hear things, I guess I don’t have to.
Cameron: It’s cold in
House: Very funny, Cameron. Chase, I think you’d better get checked for STDs.
House turned of the light in the bathroom and made his way towards the nursery. He carefully opened the door revealing a crib, a chair and blue/white wallpaper. He took small steps and limped towards the crib. And there he was. Their son, Ethan. Those beautiful sparkly blue eyes were showing his father that he had been crying, and the baby blue blanket that was not covering his body were shoving that it was too warm to sleep.
Cameron: *atonally* Hush little baby, don’t say a word.
House: Cameron, that’s enough.
Cameron: Mama’s gonna buy you a mocking bird.
A smile appeared on Ethan’s face the moment he saw his father’s face. House looked at him. He was three months now and already the reason his father saw life worth living. After a long time of hesitating, House hooked his cane on the crib and bent down to pick Ethan up. He wasn’t that used to holding Ethan, and felt as if he could work more on his father skills.
Cameron: He’s probably just hungry. *starts to unbutton her vest and blouse* And if that mocking bird don’t sing.
*House starts to smirk but stops when he realizes she isn’t kidding.*
House, somehow, made it to the chair without his cane and the baby in his arms. Ethan clutched to House’s black rolling stone tee shirt. Ethan blinked a few times and shoved his thumb in his mouth.
Cameron: Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.
Chase: House, you bastard. You just had to make us read one more bad!fic! You’ve finally driven Cameron insane.
House could smell the soft baby scent of his son and he smirked. “I see that you have no plans to let your mommy and me sleep”. He never saw himself as a family man and yet there he was, sitting in a nursery and holding a child. Their child. Oh, had he been surprised when the news about Ethan hit him. Somehow House managed to figure the whole thing before Cameron did, even if it was her body. It was safe to say that House was scared. To this very day he felt scared. Scared that he would turn out like his father, scared that he wouldn’t do as a father. Scared that one-day Cameron would wake up and take the baby with her, leaving House behind.
House: Cameron, stop it. We… we have a patient. See, it says we have to figure the whole thing out. Let’s go into the conference room and do a DDX on you.
Cameron: And if that diamond ring turns brass. Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.
House traced small circles on the baby’s cheeks. He held him in his arms and not to close to his bad leg. It felt weird to look at someone who was a part of him and Cameron. He couldn’t believe that he and Cameron created a tiny little person. That thought alone was enough to make him want to scream so loud that his lungs could explode.
Chase: I’ll make you scream for what you did to her. And explode.
*Chase opens House’s desk drawer and pulls out the gun.*
“So, what’s new with you?” House looked at the baby, asking him a casual question as if Ethan would understand. House didn’t know what to do, this was the sort of ting Cameron did. She would make it to the nursery way before House even managed to get out of bed or of the couch. And when he finally did make it to the nursery, she would say that she had everything under control and that he could just go to back to whatever he was doing.
*
Cameron: You shouldn’t make so much noise. Ethan will never get back to sleep. But don’t worry, I have everything under control.
But now it was he who had first heard the baby cries. And since his leg was keeping him up, he might as well stay here with the baby. Besides it did not look like Cameron was up. He watched as the baby looked at him. “Yeah, I know I am old, who would have thought your mother would actually marry me”. House said with a bit of truth in his words.
House, Chase and Foreman: Wilson!
*Wilson dies*
House couldn’t help but remember when Cameron was pregnant with Ethan. He didn’t know what to do; luckily Cameron wasn’t like a lot of those pregnant women he had heard about. She didn’t wake up late at night telling him to get her some sort of crazy food desire. She would make sure to do that at daylight. She was however a bit hormonal. She would often use his way of communicating with people. House liked to think that he had done a great job in training her how to get other people to avoid her when she didn’t want company.
*The door to House’s office is pulled open. Cuddy rushes in.*
Cuddy: Did I just hear another gunshot coming from this office, House!
Cameron: House, would you get me some Cookie Dough Ice Cream with ketchup please?
Cameron noticed that her arm was not touching House’s chest. She opened her eyes and felt a yawn coming. She looked around in the bedroom, but it was to dark to spot anything. She figured that House had gone to the bathroom. She felt thirsty and got up heading towards the kitchen. But as she was about to take the first step towards the staircase, she heard an unusual noise coming from the nursery. She turned around and found House holding the baby in his arms with his eyes shut leaning his head on the chair. She didn’t want to wake them up but she knew that she couldn’t leave House sleeping like that with his bad leg.
House: *clearly shaken* Chase just killed
Chase: I was trying to shoot you, you bastard.
*Chase turns the gun on himself and pulls the trigger.*
Cameron: House, wake up. If you sleep in that chair your leg will start to hurt. And it probably won’t be good for Ethan if you drop him.
Cameron suddenly remembered those times when she and House relaxed on the couch with her looking at a magazine and him watching his soaps. When she was pregnant she could often fall in asleep with her head resting on House’s shoulder. When she would wake up, she could hear House talking to the baby and explaining him the events that took place on his soaps, but the moment she woke up House stopped talking. Cameron never discuss it with House, because she knew it she brought it up then he would never do it again, so she just enjoyed it while she could. Those memories brought a smile to her face. She hoped House knew what a great father he was to his child.
*House stumbles over to Chase and tries to stop the bleeding.*
House: Chase, I’m sorry. Hold on. We’ll get help.
Cameron: House, I hope you realize that only a father as great as you are would teach his child to appreciate soap operas while the baby was still in utero.
*Chase dies*
“You can stop looking and remembering”. House said keeping his eyes shut. “And rather come and take the baby”. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She hurried and took the baby away from him.
Cameron: Here, let me take the baby.
House: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just thought we’d have a little fun reading bad!fic. I didn’t mean for this to happen.
*House cradles Chase’s hand which still holds the gun. He looks at Cuddy then points the gun at his head and presses Chase’s finger to the trigger. House dies.*
“There we go,” She whispered as she put the baby back in the crib. Ethan was fast asleep. Cameron was going to cover his tiny body with the baby blue cotton blanket, but House’s arm stopped her. “He is warm and therefore he couldn’t sleep”. He let go of Cameron’s arm. “And then he seems to get cranky and wake up everybody in the house, so leave the blanket”. House took his black cane.
Cuddy: Oh my God! House is dead!
Foreman: So are Chase and Wilson!
Cuddy: But I’ve built the reputation of this hospital on House’s diagnostic ability. What will I do now?
Cameron: You could turn down the heat so Ethan won’t get too warm while he sleeps.
The pain in his leg was almost gone so he figured he could get some sleep, and started walking towards his and Cameron’s bedroom feeling tired. Cameron soon followed. He left his cane next to the nightstand and got under the covers. Cameron watched him a bit while leaning on the doorframe; House’s voice brought her out her thoughts. “Are you coming or do you think I am going to bite?” She smiled and got under the covers. Brown eyes met blue eyes and for a few seconds they simply gazed at each other. House shifted his body slightly closer to Cameron’s. “If you thought that I bite, then your thoughts were on the right track”. Cameron laughed and kissed his lips gently. “Well, good then, cause I bite too”. She looked at his unshaved face and blue eyes. “After all, I learned from the master”.
Cuddy: I learned from the master too. I guess this is your last diagnosis, House.
*Cuddy grabs the gun and shoots herself. Dies*
Cameron: Be careful. I can’t go to work with a mark on my neck.
House was going to kiss her, but instead he said “I would rather have bad times with you, then good times with someone else”. He didn’t often show soft moments like this one therefore Cameron was careful about what she said when they happened. House had a way with her. She knew how hard it was for him to say I love you. But he made sure that she knew that he in fact did love her. He would for instants put a blanket over her whenever she would fall asleep on the couch. And he would play her favourite songs on the piano. She never spoke about it to anybody. It was kind of their little secret and she liked it that way. She liked it when he showed her the real Gregory House.
*The door opens again and two members of PPTH’s crack security team enter.*
Security Office: Did something happen?
Cameron: My husband is about to play my favorite songs on the piano for me. House, would you start with “Feelings” and then play “Love Story” please?
Cameron closed the small space between them and planted a kiss on his soft lips.
Foreman: I guess I’m new Chief of Diagnostic Medicine.
Cameron: You? Why you? It’s because I’m a woman, isn’t it? Cuddy never liked me because…
Foreman: Cameron, Cuddy’s dead.
Cameron: Oh. Then I can be Dean of Medicine.
Author's Note: Hey, guys. Hope you liked reading this. Please let me know what you think! ---[signed by the worst fic writer in history]
