Hey everyone! Um.. this story is just a random thought process, I have no idea where I'm going to take it, including pairings etc.
Plotlines encouraged, pairing suggestions welcome.
Anyway, have fun reading.
I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. DS does, and one day they will be miiiine! Mwhahaha.
xx peace-and-war
Chapter 1- The Reminder
"For the love of god..." Cameron looked around the ER. It was in total chaos. It was overflowing with victims from a supposed chemical inhilation scare, and she was the only doctor in sight.
She stopped the nearest nurse.
"Where is Dr Kellel?"
"How should I know? I just got on duty." The nurse walked away, probably to admit another patient.
Cameron stopped at the nurses desk, and pulled the first file of the stack.
She read the name on the file. 'Jeremy Tusker..' She read in her head. 'That name sounds familiar.'
She walked into the cubicle where Jeremy was lying down. She saw the face, those dark eyebrows, those impossibly grey lifeless eyes. All the blood drained out of her face, all emotions except fear left her body. She quickly turned around and walked out, she couldn't face him let alone treat him. She quickly dumped the file on the nurses desk and ran out of the ER.
"Dr Cameron!" The nurse called out after her, but there was no way she was going back in there, not with Him in there.
She made it out to the front steps of the hospital, and sat down. There was no way of controlling the tears runnign down her face, and no way to stop her body shaking. He was here, and she was supposed to treat him? After he did to her?
She started to hyperventilate as she remembered that night.
"Jeremy, c'mon." They were in a side alley, next to the nightclub they just left. She knew they were out there for a reason, but she was not going to give in. Not while he was high.
He was holding on to her arm, it was starting to hurt her, it was starting to cut off her circulation.
"Seriously Jeremy, let go!"
"No." His grey eyes bored into her blue ones. She knew what he wanted, but she wasn't going to give it to him. Not while he was like this.
"Jeremy, you're scaring me."
"Good." She was starting to get seriously freaked out. She was only sixteen, he was eighteen, not only was he older, he was physically bigger and stronger.
"Jeremy, LET ME GO!" She yelled in his face. His hand travelled to his pocket, he pulled out his 6 inch switchblade. He flicked it open and stuck it to her throat.
"Fuck me bitch!"
"NO!"
He lost it, he threw her to the ground, started kicking and punching her. She was rolling around on the concrete, she felt her left arm break, and she felt her fingers on her right hand snap.
He stopped, only for a minute. The next thing she knew, she felt a stabbing pain in her left side, she saw the knife sticking out from under her ribcage. She felt him pull it out and crouch down next to her.
"How do you like that, bitch?" He stood up, spat on her and ran away.
She felt the life dripping away from her, she screamed out a half-hearted help. Then she slipped into the darkeness.
She felt the bile rising in her throat, she was still scared from that night, she didn't stop it coming, and she leaned back on the cool concrete. The scar on the left hand side of her back was beginning to ache. She was lucky to have been found
"You okay Cameron?" It was Foreman.
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"You don't look fine." Foreman surveyed the woman in front of him. Her blonde hair was pushed back from her face, her face was pale and slightly sweaty, and her body was shaking.
"Seriously. I'm fine."
"Okay." He sat down next to her.
"Did you see the fight between House and Wilson earlier?" Foreman changed the subject.
"The one in the cafeteria?"
"Yeah. It took three nurses, two orderlies and a bottle of water to get them apart."
Cameron laughed. Wilson was still obviously angry at House, but House must have provoked Wilson.
"Dr Cameron?"
Cameron looked around. It was the nurse who called out to her as she ran out of the ER.
"Yes?"
"Dr Kettel wanted to know if you were coming back to the ER."
"Uh, yeah." She stood up and turned around.
"See you later Foreman."
"Bye Cameron."
Tusker was still in the cubicle when she went back in.
"Gonna treat me now are ya?"
"Do you actually have anything wrong with you, or are you just faking it?"
She picked up his chart, he had a fever of 101.6, and was coughing up blood.
"Do you do drugs?"
"Only since I was fourteen."
"Oh yeah... I forgot that." She muttered under her breath.
"So are you going to give me some drugs bitch?"
"Nope." She dumped the chart back on the bed.
"You sound familiar bitch."
"Really." She walked right over to him and looked him in the eyes.
"Maybe it's because you left me for dead. That ring any bells?" Her voice was low and full of contempt.
Tuskers eyes narrowed in disgust. "You whore."
"When did you get out of jail?"
"Three months ago."
Cameron's eyes went narrow and her body stiffened.
"I should have left you for dead."
"You did."
"Well I should have finished you off."
"Yeah, well you didn't."
He sat up and looked at her. He just stared at her. She backed away, she'd seen that look before and that was just before he tried to kill her.
Before she knew it he had lunged at her, his hands trying to wrap around her throat.
"HELP!" She screamed out. Seventeen years of feeling safe at night were coming to an end.
Two nurses ran to the cubicle to see Tucker choking Dr Cameron. She was trying to fight him off. She was punching, scratching, but he would just not let go.
Security came running and tackled him back onto the bed.
She just stood there, the one reminder of her past, back again. It was like deja vu.