A Tale By The Sisters Hameron - The Epilogues

Epilogue the First

Several hours later, the last of the revelers were departing. John and Blythe, assisted by several of the doctors in House's entourage, had retired to bed early in the evening. The party had lasted long and been merry.

House and Cameron were content to sway together in the middle of the dance floor, too enthralled with the idea of being able to dance upright too really think about any other type of …well, dancing.

Wilson was seated at one of the now abandoned tables. The wait staff had already begun the task of cleaning up; the table Wilson occupied was bare save his glass of wine. He watched with mild amusement as Macintosh tried to insinuate himself between the legs of the lone couple on the dance floor.

"Senor James," Foreman called out as he sauntered to Wilson's table, a lovely young lady draped on either arm. "A group of us are continuing the party at The Frisky Feline. Why don't you come along? I'm sure I can find someone you could share your evening with."

Wilson smiled, but his heart wasn't in it. "Thanks, Fritz, but no. I know who I want to share my evening with, and she isn't here."

"I understand, mi amigo. And I admire your wish to be true to your lady love," Foreman said.

"First time for everything!" House shouted from the dance floor.

Wilson rolled his eyes.

"You go on without me," Wilson said. He leaned back in his chair and watched Foreman and his arm accessories walk away as Jeeves approached House and Cameron on the dance floor.

"I beg your pardon, sir, but will you be requiring any further service from me this evening?" Jeeves stood a respectful distance from the couple as he made his inquiry.

"Uh, no, I think I can manage what I've got planned for the rest of tonight without any help thanks," House said. Cameron elbowed him. "What?"

"Very well, sir. I shall take my leave of you," Jeeves pronounced. He stepped to the edge of the dance floor and was immediately surrounded by a flock of Foreman's foxy females.

"Jeeves, you dog," House laughed.

"Indeed, sir," Jeeves replied with the slight elevation of an eyebrow.

Wilson sighed. Couples, couples everywhere but not a girl for him.

"James!"

"Lisa!" Wilson jumped from his chair and dashed across the stone terrace and up the stairs to grab Cuddy in a fierce hug. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you," she said quietly and Wilson led her to a secluded corner of the terrace to sit on a bench beneath a large tree.

"You could have called. You didn't have to leave PPTH and come all the way here," Wilson said.

"It … it isn't the sort of thing I felt like we could talk about over the phone," Cuddy said, averting her eyes.

"Oh," Wilson said.

"James, I've been working so much lately and I've been so tired and I know that I haven't really treated you very well. And I thought that it was just the stress of the new job and trying to undo all the wrong that Vogler had done. But then after you left, well, I had a chance to think about some things and…" Cuddy still wasn't looking at him, and Wilson heaved a sigh.

"Lisa, you don't have to say it. I understand. It's not the job. It's me. I know that's why you've been so moody and unpredictable lately. You're not happy and I …"

"I'm pregnant," Cuddy said.

"Exactly," Wilson agreed. "You're … I'm sorry, what?"

"Pregnant," Cuddy repeated. She finally looked him in the eye. "After you left, I thought maybe you'd finally just gotten sick of me and my moods. That's why I didn't call sooner. But James, I love you. And I know that you deserve better, but we could be a family."

"You thought I didn't want you?" Wilson asked in disbelief. "I thought you were miserable because you didn't want me!"

They stared at each other incredulously before grabbing each other and sharing a kiss that made even House blush.

"Get a room!"

"Let's get out of here," Wilson said, taking Cuddy by the hand and leading her toward the stairs to leave. He slid an arm around her waist and held her close. "So, when did you find out?"

"Oh, just today," Cuddy said. "Let me tell, all those years I listened to pregnant women complain about their hormones I thought they were just whining. But they can really pack a punch!"

Wilson's eyes widened as he considered the Happily Ever After potion he'd consumed, designed to affect you and your true love.

"Oh?" Wilson asked.

"I wouldn't say I was having hot flashes, exactly, but I kept having the most incredible impulses to just strip off all my clothes," Cuddy admitted.

"Really?" Wilson asked, tossing House a glance over his shoulder as he and Cameron followed Wilson and Cuddy up the stairs. "Anything else, um unusual?"

"Now you mention it, did you ever notice how much the support beams in our closet look like a stripper pole?" Cuddy asked.

Wilson choked. "No, but why don't we go home so you could show me?"

House and Cameron simply snickered behind them.

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Epilogue part deux

"Well, Jeeves, what have you to say?" Bertie asked, tossing the manuscript onto the side table and leaning back into the sofa.

"Most…intriguing, sir," Jeeves said.

"Intriguing? Intriguing?" Bertie parroted. "Jeeves, I get the distinct impression that you are less than dazzled by this creation."

"Indeed, sir?" Jeeves replied, offering an afternoon cocktail to his employer.

"Yes, Jeeves, and I simply won't have it," Bertie said, accepting the proffered drink and sipping it before continuing. "It's called A Tale by the Sisters Hameron, Jeeves. It's the story to read at The Drones this month."

"You must imagine my surprise, sir, "Jeeves said as he carried the tray back into the small kitchen.

"How do they think of these things Jeeves?" Bertie mused as he sipped his cocktail.

"I could not say, sir," Jeeves replied as he returned to the sitting room.

"It's genius, I tell you, positive genius," Bertie asserted. "The work of two truly unique minds."

"That is most assuredly correct, sir," Jeeves agreed.

"There's that tone again, Jeeves. Most unbecoming to begrudge these astonishingly brilliant young ladies their due accolades." Bertie said.

"My apologies, sir. It was not my intention to impugn their work," Jeeves soothed.

"Yes, well. Just be more cognizant of it in future, Jeeves." He waved a hand at the manuscript on the table. "Be a good man and post that masterpiece to Bingo Little, would you? He's been waiting nearly three weeks for the conclusion."

Jeeves gathered the dog-eared pages as delicately as possible.

"Very good, sir."

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... by jellybean30

A/N: These epilogues bring "A Tale By The Sisters Hameron - Book 2" to an end.
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