MST: Ketamine and Wedding Bells? Part 2

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 Part 1 is here:   http://community.livejournal.com/house_mst/79370.html

To recap the MST: 

• House disappeared when Cuddy let on that she has a new boyfriend named Michael. 
• Pudge & Twig argued, cat-fought, and then suddenly started making out.
• Foreman briefly went catatonic but recovered. 
• Cuddy disappeared shortly thereafter, mumbling something about hormones.
• Chase - well, his hair is adorable and his figure is svelte.

Chase: Thank you! Nice to see someone around here appreciates me.
To recap the story:   Eh, never mind. It’s House/Cam; you’ll figure it out.



Chapter 2

8 days later

Chase: Wasn’t that a horror flick?
Foreman: That was 28 Days Later.
Chase: With Cillian Murphy - yum. I mean, he’s a good actor.
Foreman: Yeah, that was a good movie - back when it was called Twelve Monkeys!
Chase: And had Brad Pitt - yum.
Foreman: You’re an odd man.

Dear journal,

Tomorrow will be our first year anniversary of the day that Greg and I confessed our true love to each other. I haven’t been feeling very well all week.

Chase: *as Cameron* Because I kept remembering the true love confessions. That’s enough to make any gal barf.
Foreman: Speaking of vomiting, could you two either wrap it up or take it some place else?
Cameron & Wilson: *wave half-heartedly; do NOT stop making out*

And I missed my period. I had cuddy, who has like become one of my closest friends, to help me take a pregnancy test.

Chase: *as Cameron* She’s like so much like one of my like friends that I can’t even remember to capitalize her name.
Foreman: Or use proper grammar.
Chase: And, hey, Cameron! You have to have help taking a pregnancy test. Doctor much?

And it was positive; I can’t believe that this is really happening. I wonder if Greg would really like to have a child.

Wilson: Oh, that’s a good question. Hmm…let me think.
All others: Hmm…
Wilson: I’m going to have to go with: 
All: NO!

We have never talked about it. I haven’t really put that much of thought into it myself.

Foreman: Obviously, since you didn’t seem to bother with birth control.
Cameron: Hey, you don’t know that. No birth control is 100% effective. Except abstinence.
Wilson: *wincing* Such a cruel word coming out of such a pretty mouth.
Cameron: Oh, Jimmy!
Cameron & Wilson: *making out again*

Though I would have never guessed that I was going to have a kid with house.

Foreman: Kid with stereo system? Sure. Kid with car? Even better. That the kid would show up with his or her own house just seemed like a dream though.

I should maybe ask Wilson and see what he says on Greg’s idea of a future of a child in it before lunch ends.

Chase: The baby’s getting here before lunch ends? You really didn’t put much thought into it, did you?
Cameron: *too busy patting down hair and reapplying lipstick to answer*
House: And while it’s true I don’t pay much attention to Cameron, I’m pretty sure being nine months pregnant would stick out on that bony frame of hers.
Chase: House! Where were you?
Wilson: Don’t talk about Allie that way!
House: Oh, god, are you two having your “conversations” again?

From,

Allie

Chase: “From” - yes, no sense getting personal with your own journal.
Foreman: Where were you, House?
House: Just scoping out a certain situation. Nothing to worry about.
Tritter: Gregory House, you are under arrest.
Wilson & Cameron: *kissing again*
All others: AIIIIEEE!!!!

Meanwhile in Wilson’s office

Wilson: Hm, that’s actually a good idea. Allie, shall we?
Cameron: You betcha, Jimmy.

House’s POV

“So Jimmy, I’m taking Cameron to that Italian restaurant that she is always saying that she wants to go to tomorrow for our anniversary.” I say as we sit across from each other in his office.

“I can’t believe that is has been one year.” Jimmy says.

“Oh and like I can.”

Foreman: Strange. The sarcasm seems appropriate to House’s character, and yet out of place in the actual scene.
House: You can’t arrest me, Tritter! You don’t have anything on me!
Tritter: Like that’s stopped me before. *handcuffs House to the bookcase*

“So did you get her anything?”

“Yea I did,” I say while pulling out a lab coat from my backpack.

“You got her a lab coat? He says looking at it.

Chase: Yea, verily, I didst obtain for m’lady a garment of purest white.
Tritter: Speaking of m’lady, where’s my baby doll?
Foreman: Who?
Tritter: My sweetie, my darlin’, my pumpkin.
Chase: Who?
House: CUDDY!

“Look at the name on it.”

It reads, ‘Dr. A. House’

“You are going to propose to her”

Foreman: With a lab coat. You’re smooth, House. *rolls eyes*
Cuddy: Michael?
Tritter: Baby!

Cuddy jumps into Tritter’s arms, while Chase and Foreman look on in amazement. House, still in handcuffs, makes vomit faces behind their backs.

“Yep, look in the left pocket.”

In there is a small black velvet ring box. Inside there is a silver band with three diamonds on top.

“Simple and nice just like her.” I say.

House: Simple - that I’ll give her.
Tritter: *Trittersmack*
Cuddy: Oh, sweetness, your very own smack.
Tritter: You inspire me, sweetie.

Then there was a knock on the door. Wilson said, “One second I’ll be right there.”

Chase: *as Wilson* Busy molesting your boyfriend, Cameron!
Tritter: Hmm, should I add sodomy to the charges?
House: What?!? Chase was kidding.
Chase: *to House* Of course I was. *to Tritter* No, I wasn’t.
Foreman: *rolling eyes* Weren’t New Jersey’s sodomy laws repealed in 1979?
Tritter: I think there’s something in the US Constitution about illegal search and seizure, too. But what relevance does that have to me?
Foreman: Oh. Right.

I put the present back into my bag and give him the signal saying that the coast is clear. He opens the door and says, “Oh, hi Dr. Cameron, what brings you here during lunch?”

“I just want to talk to you for a second,” She says walking into the office.

“Hi Allie,” I say.

“Oh hi Greg, I was wondering where the hell you were.” She says.

Foreman: Random cursing. That’s something I associate with Cameron.
Chase: *as Cameron* This puppy is so damn cute!
Cuddy: *as Cameron* I’d like to serve on the Diversity Committee with the other assholes, please.
House: *as Cameron* Can I have next fucking Monday off as a personal day?

“Well I got to go, smell you later Jimmy. I’ll see you later,” I say giving Allison a peck on the lips and waving at Jimmy while leaving the office.

Cuddy: You’re quite the multi-tasker there, House.
House: I am extremely talented. In many ways. … Hey, that’s Wilson’s cue. Where is he?
Chase: I think he and Cameron went to his office.

Wilson’s office

Wilson’s POV

Wilson: Making out just isn’t as fun if we’re not doing it in front of everyone else.
Cameron: By “everyone else,” you mean House?
Wilson: No. Well, kind of.
Cameron: *shrugs* We can go back.

“Well Cameron what would you like to talk about?” I say as she sits down in the chair which House vacated.

“Well I was wondering if you know if house maybe wants kids?” she says.

Tritter: It’s important for couples to discuss children fairly early on in the relationship, as soon as things start getting serious. I, for example, would be interested in children right away.
Cuddy: *swoons*

“Well well, um,” I clear my throat, “that’s not really something we have talked about.” I reply.

“Well what do you think?” she then says.

Before I could say anything Cameron’s pager went off.

Chase: *as the pager* This is such a STUPID fic! I can’t BELIEVE I only get ONE SCENE!! RIDICULOUS! And would it KILL you to change my BATTERIES more often?!?

“Dam, I got to go patient is crashing,” she says while getting up from the chair. “See you later.” And with that she left my office.

“Whew, I wonder why she was asking me that.”

House: *as Wilson* Whew! I am such a moron that I couldn’t possibly imagine why House’s girlfriend would be asking me if House wanted kids!
Wilson: Hey!
Cameron: That’s fic!Wilson, not you.
House: You’d think that, wouldn’t you?

Chapter 3

1 year love anniversary

Cameron’s POV

I look at myself in the floor length in the corner. I’m wearing a halter top midnight dress with a slit up one of the sides.

Chase: What kind of dress?
Foreman: And a floor length what?

“Come on Allison, our reservations are soon,” I hear Greg say from the living room.

“One second let me grab something,” I shout back. I finish putting in my last earring and grab my present for Greg, my wrap and my clutch purse off the bed and I walk in to the living room.

I look at Greg; he is wearing an all black suit, looking quite handsome.

House: Hi. I’m Johnny Cash.

“Shall we go,” I say.

“After you, we are taking my car I put the roof down.” Greg says to me as we close the door and walk down the driveway.

At fancy Italian restaurant

Cuddy: You know, just any old fancy Italian restaurant.

Allison ordered the pasta with meat sauce and Greg ordered the chicken parmesan. After the waiter left with their orders.

Chase: I’m so glad we found out what you each ordered. I wouldn’t’ve slept a wink if I hadn’t known.
Foreman: You’re an odd, odd man.
Wilson: I’m just glad to see you got meat sauce with your pasta.
Cameron: Don’t start that again, Wilson.
Wilson: You’re a lovely woman, Cameron, but you are too skinny. You need to eat just a bit more, and then you’ll be perfect.
Cameron: You’re not exactly at the best BMI, either.
Wilson: *hangs head bashfully* I know.
Cameron: *melts* Oh, Jimmy, everything’ll be fine. You just need some exercise, and then you’ll be perfect too.
Wilson: Oh, Allie!
House: Oh, gag.

Allison said, “So you want to exchange gifts now greg,”

“Sure why not,” he says.

“We here,” it was a simple box and inside there was a silver wristwatch.

Foreman & Cuddy: ARGH!
Tritter: *alarmed* What is it, baby?
Foreman: So much bad grammar!
Tritter: Yeah, thanks; wasn’t talking to you.

“Oh, thanks Allie its lovely, thank you,” he put the watch in his wrist and then leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips.

Greg picked up the paper bag that he had brought in with him and he took the lab coat out.

“Greg you got me a new lab coat.” Allison said looking it over.

House: Oh, hooray, another round of state the obvious. Hey, Tritter, now that you’re in love, what about taking off these cuffs?
Tritter: That’s all right. Lisa has her own pair.

“Well I know,” he was then interrupted when Allison said, “Greg did you make a mistake when you ordered this, cause it says ‘Dr. A. House’”

Nope no mistake, look in the left pocket,”

Allison took the ring box out and opened it, “Oh My God.”

Wilson: *as Cameron* I didn’t know diamonds came that small!
House: *glares* *struggles against handcuffs*

Greg kneeled next to her chair “yes, Will you Allison Renee Cameron please marry me.?”

Foreman: *crying* So. Much. Pain.
Tritter: From House kneeling?
Cuddy: He’s talking about the bad punctuation in those sentences, sweetie.

“Yes, Yes, I will,” tears running down her checks.

Chase: So, your halter slit dress thingy is a check pattern? Interesting fashion choice, Cameron.
Cameron: *glares*

Greg took the ring out of the box and put it on Allison’s left ring finger. Then he kissed her. Everyone was applauding around the restaurant. Greg then sat in his chair.

“It’s is beautiful Greg, and the Lab…” she just stopped right there.

“What is there something wrong,” Greg says looking at her a little worried.

“Oh there is nothing wrong I just forgot to give you your second present,” she says and she grabs her bag and started to fish through it.

Foreman: *groans* The tense changes! I can’t take it any more! Oh, sweet Wendy, where are you? *leaves*

“Oh you didn’t have to give me two presents,” Greg says with a little hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Well this one I just had to get you,” she says. She hands him an envelope.

He takes it and opens it. Inside is a single sheet of paper. Greg then takes it out and starts to read the lab report. He then he had an astonished look on his face. He then said, “
Is this true?”

“Yea I’m pregnant,” Allison says with someone might call a faux smile on her face.

Cameron: No question that I’m faux smiling. There’s no way I’m happy about a House-fetus in me.
Wilson: Come on, I know something that will cheer you up. *leers*
Cameron: *leers back* *chases Wilson out the door, grabbing at his rear*

“Oh my god, I’m going to be a Dad. My little soldiers can swim.” He says.

Tritter: “My little soldiers can swim”?
Cuddy: Speaking of which…
Tritter: Yes?
Cuddy: I’ve got a little secret to share with you.
Tritter: Oh, baby! *sweeps Cuddy off her feet and starts carrying her out*
Cuddy: You ain’t kidding…

“House, you can calm down a little bit we are still in the restaurant.” She says.

“Well why don’t we eat and then we can celebrate more at home.” Greg says right when the waiter comes back with their meals.

Chase: Is that really the end?
House: Appears so.
Chase: Well then, g’day, mate.
House: Hey, wait a minute! Help get these cuffs off me.
Chase: Seems to me you told Wilson you don’t need any help.
House: That was in a larger sense, not in a practical, “get the handcuffs off” sense. And since when are you privy to my conversations with Wilson?
Chase: You’re the one who pointed out how thin the wall was between Wilson’s office and the conference room. Anyway, toodles. *leaves room*

Alone in the room, House starts shouting and struggling against the handcuffs.

House: Foreman? Cuddy?  Wilson? WILSON!!!!

Cameron walks back in.

House: Cameron! A little help here!
Cameron: Sorry, just came to get something out of the fridge for Wilson and me. *pulls out a can of whipped cream* Calories and exercise at the same time! Jimmy’s such a genius, isn’t he? *leaves*
House: Fine! I don’t need your help! I don’t need anyone’s help!

Time passes. House’s struggles against the cuffs grow weaker and weaker. Finally, he very awkwardly drags the bookcase over to the desk and pulls it over so that he can reach the phone. He dials and waits.

House: Mom?