I've just finished reading Persuasion, by Jane Austen, and couldn't help but think about my favourite couple, and how the story could relate to them
I've just finished reading Persuasion, by Jane Austen, and couldn't help but think about my favourite couple, and how the story could relate to them. So here we go. And don't worry, I'm not pretending to be Austen. I wouldn't have a snowflake's chance in Hades.
His 'talk' with Foreman could have gone worse. Wilson might not have noticed anything other than the fight that unfolded right before his eyes, but House had seen it. It didn't matter that Foreman didn't want to become House... he already was.
He'll be back. Sooner or later, he'll realise that he has it easy here. Cuddy does what we want. Not going to get that anywhere else.
He pushed open the door to his office, mildy surprised to find a female duckling occupying his leather swivel-chair. He made his way over to the desk, standing over her. Expecting her to move. When she merely looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his blue ones, he spoke.
"You now have a bigger office than I do, why don't you go enjoy it." Her eyes flashed at him, a quiet challenge unmistakable. She handed him a folded piece of paper. "Better be naked pictures", he grumbled, unsure whether he should open it or not. She saved him the trouble.
"My resignation letter." Surprise registered, before he smothered it with a neutral facial expression. Her voice was calm, steady, emotionless. She really meant it this time. Great. One day, and my whole team is gone. He let the letter drop onto his desk.
She swivelled to one side in his chair and pushed herself to her feet.
"I've gotten all I can from this job." Job? He knew her better than that. Allison Cameron had never just considered this position a job. She was leaving because of something else. Something personal. And considering he had done almost everything humanly possible to torture her over the last three years without this reaction, he could only guess this wasn't a result of him firing Chase. Well, not just that, at any rate.
"What do you expect me to do? Break down and apologise? Beg Chase to come back?" His trademark sarcasm pitted his voice. He hoped one of his prompts would touch a nerve, just enough to give him an idea of why his third fellow was abandoning her post. Nothing. Instead, as she made her way around his desk to where he stood, she replied:
"No, I expect you to do what you always do. I expect you to make a joke and go on. I expect you to be just fine." She looked at him one more time, something hidden in her eyes, something like sadness. Regret, maybe.
As she made her way to the door, she turned back to look at him. "I'll miss you."
"You did the right thing, Dr. Cameron. He's become too complacent. House thinks he has a right to any thing, at any time." Dr. Cuddy's voice echoed in Allison's head as she sat in the Dean of Medicine's office. Cuddy continued to talk at her, commenting on Wilson's despair after his friend's drug trial and their conviction that House was headed down a destructive path towards a black hole that would slowly absorb all of those around him. Or something along those lines. Allison wasn't too sure really, because she hadn't been paying attention.
In her mind, she was replaying the past hour's events. There had been something in House's eyes when she had told him of her intention to resign, something akin to betrayal. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought it could even be hurt.