By: Adriane's Fire Power
Disclaimer: Do I really need to tell you I don't own House?
Summary: Cameron is shot over a terrible secret that she has kept buried in her past since tenth grade… bad Summary, but a decent story, like all other authors here I request a read and review. House x Cam friendship & Cam x Wilson relationship, Rated T to M just to be safe.
Authors Note: I'll give you the first three chapters now simply because they are finished, more chapters to come if my people like the story (but keep in mind that this is a short story!) enjoy! Oh by the way, don't take any of my medical explanations seriously; I was just making things up as I went along
P.S this is my first attempt at a Fanfic for House, be warned…
Chapter 1
As Dr. Gregory House opened his eyes from his less than restful nap, the first thought that came though his mind was that the Last thing in the world that wanted to do right now was go and tend to an insanely angry patient and four other very tired and fazed out doctors. But this was one very sick and very crabby Lawyer they were dealing with and the last, last thing he needed was to have Cuddy, Stacy and one fat lawsuit breathing down his neck for the next two and a half months, and that was what he would call incentive. Letting out a sigh, House unhooked his cane from his desk drawer, swung his legs off the top of the desk to the floor and stood. He needn't glance at his watch to know the time; it was early, barely daybreak, that's all he needed to know. House and his team had been working until the wee hours with this guy last night, went home gotten four hours or less of sleep then were called back to work even before the night shift doctors had left. He glanced around the room, the cool blue shades of early sunrise was trickling into the room where he and his team gathered to discuss options regarding a patients life, usually, but right now there were two diagnosticians, a neurologist and an Oncologist dead to the world in this very room. He looked at his watch; he'd give them thirty more seconds. Ten seconds later he balanced himself on his good leg rose up his cane and let it fall to the table with a loud clatter that jolted them all awake.
'Good morning troupes!' he shouted, there were groans around the room. Foreman and Wilson pushed themselves up off the large table in the center of the room and stretched, Cameron had claimed an area on the floor and was now rolling onto her stomach and getting up, and Chase had fallen into the only half-comfortable chair in the room and was clearly uncomfortable as he awoke.
'House' Foreman said 'you do know this is a one shot deal right?'
'Agreed' Chase said stretching his legs out 'I doubt any of us will ever do this again…' Wilson cut in
'No matter how much pain and suffering you put us through' Cameron simply gave everyone a thumbs-up from the floor to show that she was still alive and listening.
'Aw come on now!' House said loudly, just to bug them 'it's a glorious day! Get up and face the world!'
'It's not the world I'm worried about so much as the patient on the second floor' Cameron grumbled still without lifting her head off her arms. There were murmured agreements; this was when House began to stride (as best he could) towards them,
'I agree' he said everyone looked up, even Cameron, House never agreed with anything but his own conclusions 'now get up!' as he strode by he flicked Wilson and Foreman in the ear, poked Chase in the ribs and nudged Cameron with his shoe. They got up but weren't quiet about it,
'Aw come on say it, if it will wake you up, say it!' House Challenged, all of them looked up and said in unison
'You're an ass.' He simply smiled.
Finally half an hour and four cups of coffee each later, the five managed to somehow split off in their different directions and get on with the day. House and Cameron made their way up to the cranky patients room, when they arrived at the door House stepped in front of Cameron and blocked her way to the door.
'Now Cam' he said 'are you sure you can deal with a cranky Lawyer today? I don't want you to freak out on him and do something stupid like, say, hit him with a cane?' She raised and eyebrow and pursed her lips, House pretended to cringe 'Ooo' he said 'you're getting good at that look.'
'You're not one to talk' Cameron said referring to his first sarcastic comment
'I'm also not the one running on Caffeine and sleep depravation' he replied
'Sure you are' Cameron said 'we all are thanks to him.' She motioned to the door 'now move' she said as she reached for the doorknob, he stepped back but had to throw another quip in there.
'Not a good way to talk to your boss' he said, she rolled her eyes and opened the door.
'Hey!' Cameron said when she saw their patient 'Clark' she said 'it's five in the morning you should be in bed!' She moved forwards to try and coax him back to bed but House lingered at the doorframe and watched Clark pace. There was something about his walk that House didn't like, he was walking in circles between the bed and the window and every time he turned to go the other direction he would move his arm as if trying to conceal something. House watched his right arm as he turned again… there! Right there! A small handgun with a black grip.
'Cameron' he said in a low tone, she glanced back 'take a few steps back' he said,
'Why?' she asked
'Because I need a hug' he quipped, but there was something that wasn't right about his voice, something that she really didn't like, so she stepped back. As soon as she was backed against the closed door, House stepped around her so his back was towards Clark
'House…' she started
'Go get security' House said 'he's concealing a gun…'