You know the drill everyone. I don't own either House or Cameron. Sigh…I will have to settle for the DVD's. Such is life.
This was my first attempt at second person point of view so let me know how I did. Thanks!
You knew you were lost the minute you saw her. When she walked in for her interview you had had a feeling that can only be described as ineffable or not explainable at all. But you knew you were a goner. She had gone to med school and worked at the Mayo Clinic when she could have been jetting around the world as a model. She is your perfect puzzle. She did things the hard way.
She asked if you liked her. Who, besides a bleeding heart, would ask that? She needs to be loved, but you are not sure you can love her, not in the way she deserves anyways. She is young, beautiful, smart, kind, all things you don't deserve. Why would she want you anyways?
Things only got worse for you when she wore that red dress. It made you go from being attracted to her to just plain and simple desiring her. You didn't know what to do with that feeling; you hadn't felt it in a long time, so you did what you did best. You snarked and baited her, hoping she would snap back at you, giving you a reason to hate her. Hate is so much easier than love. You don't do love. Not since, well, for a good reason.
You thought that you might finally be able to keep up with her after the ketamine. Of course your hopes were dashed, but they were there none the less. Why did it matter to you anyways? Why should you care if you are capable physically of having a real relationship with anyone, specifically an overly caring immunologist? It hasn't mattered to you in a long time. What is special about her? Why is she different? Of course everything about her is different. Where Stacy was hard and cold, Cameron is soft and comforting. Cameron is an atheist, Stacy wore a Crucifix. They are like night and day to you, with Cameron being the day.
She is growing as a doctor and you can see it everyday. She makes the tough calls and gives bad news. She can talk to family now. She helped a man die. You didn't even have the guts to do it. You admire her for it.
You don't know what you will do about it, or if you will do anything at all. But you know that a gut feeling is there. You can't even name the feeling. But you feel something for Cameron. And you know that feeling won't go away.