Disclaimer: Not mine, darn... Also, is fictitious, double darn...
A/N: There was a rumor circulating on the Fox message board after "Heavy" aired that Vogler would convince Cameron she was the one being fired, she would quit, and House would go to her and convince her to stay. This is my vision after what happened in "Heavy" and is obviously wrong after "Role Model".
This is my first House fic. I am also a Cam/House shipper, so if that's not your cup of tea, may I respectfully suggest you take your buisness elsewhere? ;) Constructive criticism is always desired. I have other fics being uploaded soon, and find I have improved. Enjoy.
Scene: Cameron's apartment. The curtains are drawn, thin enough that you can see the lighted street-lamps outside. Faintly, a siren cries, it is evening, perhaps an hour after dusk.
In her faded baby-blue sweat pants and a black tank top, hair pulled into a loose bun, Cameron sat, curled under a blanket, eating Ben and Jerry's from a mini-tub. The glare of a television reveals a re-run of Law and Order: SVU. A candle flickers on a table across the room and faintly a kettle begins to whistle.
As Cameron rises, reluctantly putting the spoon down into the ice cream and setting it on the nearby stand, she turned toward the open kitchen and the kettle when there was a sudden knock at the door.
Confused, Cameron adjusted her hair and pulled her tank down over her slightly visible stomach before muting the television and heading to the door. Looking through the spy-hole she sees a face, Houses' face, looking off into the distance—troubled.
Her breathing accelerated—"What the hell is he doing here!" she whispered to herself.
Biting her top lip slightly, she unlatched the door and pulled it open partly, as it was still barred by the chain.
Cautiously, with large, soulful eyes, she knit her brow.
"Dr. House. What… what on earth are you doing here?" she questioned in slight shock.
House, looking briefly into her eyes before averting his gaze, nonchalantly replied:
"well, I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd see if you were interested in purchasing some AMWAY products?"
Cameron, distorted, shakes her head in confusion.
House, jokingly, "That's a no, then?"
Cameron blinked, not quite comprehending the presence of her former employer on her front step at 8:30 in the evening.
"What are you doing here?" she repeated, a slight more forcibly, a note of exhaustion in her usually-passive voice.
"Freezing, actually, it's quite nippy out. Good-bye days of my youth. The slightest breeze'll give me a chill..."
He arched a brow, displaying large, "House" eyes, silently inquiring as to an invite inside.
Cameron sighed audibly and closed the door, un-sliding the pin and pulling open the door, holding the handle away from herself so that her entire person was visible within the opening.
House briefly sized up her appearance and raised his eyebrows in typical fashion when mentally commenting on something.
Relenting, Cameron stepped aside and allowed him entrance.
"I hope you'll forgive the mess… and my appearance" she added, self-consciously tucking a loose piece of chestnut hair behind her left ear, "I wasn't exactly expecting company."
House nodded and entered the doorway, looking around the dimly-lit room. Cameron closed the door and muttered "least of all you..."
Turning to face Cameron, House caught a glimpse of both the muted television and the melting B&J's.
"Did I... catch you at a bad time?" he looked sideways at her, the faintest of smiles playing at the corners of his lips.
"Of course not", she smiled slightly, in spite of herself, "what could I possibly have to do?"
The two looked at each other a moment, he, knowing full well that there was much more he wanted to say to the demure, broken girl before him. The shrill whistle of the kettle broke their revelry and Cameron averted her eyes and walked briskly into the kitchen.
"Um... I was just making some tea" she shouted from the kitchen. "Would you like some?"
"No, thanks" returned House, "I won't keep you long."
With the kettle un-plugged, Cameron returned to the living room and gazed at House across the space.
"Was there something you needed?" she questioned, forcing herself to sound more composed that she felt.
"Yes". House raised his focus from the floor to look straight into her soft green eyes. "You".