Note: I do own House... at least in my imaginary world...
He sat behind his desk, throwing the giant tennis ball against the wall. Today was the day. Cameron would marry Chase. Chase was transferring to another job, still in the city, though. He wished Cameron would be transferring. It would make things easier. He wouldn't have to see the one person that ever liked him, the person who he liked, everyday, flaunting a huge wedding ring. It would be impossible. Why had he let her slip away?
She sat there, crying on the inside, while her friends gushed over how pretty she looked, how great they were going to be together, what their kids would look like, her dress, everything they could think of. She didn't love Chase. She loved House. But being as House didn't love her, Chase was pick number two. Now she wasn't sure if she could do this. She didn't love him….
He knew she didn't love him. But he loved her. Why didn't she love him? Why must she love that good-for-nothing, rude, cruel House?? Suddenly his friends were pushing him towards the door; towards the alter.
They looked so happy, her parents. So proud: their little Ally had moved on and was marrying a nice, wealthy, doctor. How could she let them down? They hated House… He hadn't even bothered to show up. Her dad nodded to her. It was time. She wanted so yell "No!" and run away. But she was older now, more mature. Her friends were having nervous-giggle fits. "Bride-to-be jitters." She stood up.
She was coming towards him. But where was her dad? Ah. Jogging behind her. That couldn't be good….
He was watching the whole scene, from a distance. What was she doing? Did she want to marry him that much? Enough to sprint down the isle (well, as much of a sprint as you can do in 3-in heels). Wait… they were talking. She was crying. He just nodded. She walked off. What the heck had happened? Was he getting his second chance?
Oh well. He knew it wouldn't work out. At least he didn't pay for the wedding. He was sitting alone at the airport. He was going to Paris. Allison should be with him. It was their honeymoon. But how could they have a honeymoon without being married? Then he saw her. A tall, thin blonde. She was comlianing because they cancelled her flight. Chase walked over to her, and asked if she's like to go to Paris. She smiled as they boarded the plane together.
All eyes were on her as she walked into PPTH. There were angry eyes, sad eyes, understanding eyes. She walked into the office, and opened up House's mail. Foreman wouldn't even look her direction (that was extremely hard for him being as she was right in front of the coffee). Well, at least House was his usual self.
He couldn't help but smile. After all that had happened, she still remained Cameron. No matter what people were saying about her, she still acted normal. He still loved her. He wasn't going to give her up this time.