Yeah, I didn't get them for Christmas, I was especially hoping for Chase, but oh well. So they still aren't mine. Too bad.
This is my take on the scene in House's apartment in Merry Little Christmas between House and Cameron. Enjoy!
Cameron wasn't surprised to see House looking like hell when she got to his apartment to check on him.
"House, you look like hell."
"Ever seen a person going through withdrawal before?"
"Yeah, I suppose I have. It is just different when it is someone you know."
"You don't know me. You work with me."
"Don't be an ass House."
"What do you expect? How long has it been since I have had anything for my pain?"
"Whatever. What happened to your arm?"
"I cut myself."
"Let me see."
"It's fine."
"At least let me clean it for you."
"Fine."
House took off his bandage and Cameron saw his arm.
"You did this to yourself! What the hell were you thinking?"
"Great bed side manor. Make the patient feel ashamed of themselves. Learn that in your psych rotation? Tell me, what hospital was that at?"
"It's just you of all people should know better, after the cutter we treated with bulimia who had the heart surgery. Remember her?"
"So what are you going to do? Kiss it and make it better?"
"Only in your dreams." Then very quietly Cameron mumbled, "And maybe in mine too."
"Oh? So you do dream about me? I always thought you might, seeing as you cast all those starry-eyed gazes my way. I was clearly fueling your fantasies, though I am not sure how. I don't smile at you or even give you nods of appreciation. I snark and bate you with my sarcasm."
"Does it appear to you that I care about that?"
"You're right. You don't. I am bandaged and broken, quite literally, a quality you seem to find attractive for some reason. How many men have you dated since our catastrophe of a date two years ago?"
"What does it matter?"
"It proves a point. You wanted me before, and now you want me even more because I am in a hellish state. You can't stay away from people in need. In need of companionship, in need of medical help, in need of love."
House whispered the last part, as if talking to himself. He obviously didn't mean for Cameron to hear, but she did.
"House, wanting love is nothing to be ashamed of. It makes you human."
"Really? All this time I thought it was my DNA."
"House…"
"What?"
"Can you be serious for just a minute?"
"About emotions? I doubt it. This is who I am."
"Very true. You will always be you."
"And for some reason you love me despite it."
"Yeah."
Shit! I just admitted to loving him! There is enough material for embarrassment for oh how long? The rest of my fellowship?
She loves me. Normally I'd use that knowledge to my advantage but I am so messed up that I can't think of any decent smart-ass comments.
"You love me?" House was looking more and more peaked and was clearly not thinking straight.
"As if you didn't already know. You came into the lab one day and told me that I like you, so you obviously knew something!"
"Yeah, I suppose I did."
By this point House was having the dry heaves and couldn't keep anything straight in his mind.
"You really are in bad shape. Let's get you to bed."
"Yes mother."
"Don't argue with me House. You know it is for the best. I'll be here when you
wake-up."
Cameron got House to bed and settled down to watch some television while he slept.