I'm Your Man, A House, M.D. Fanfic
By Missmissa85
A/N: I don't own House. I don't own "I'm Your Man" either, it was written by Leonard Cohen. The song lyrics are in italics. Set during "Human Error."
A CD jewel case lay on the table, a post-it note stuck on top. It read, "I won't be here this Tuesday or next Tuesday, so I'm leaving you this song. Chase."
Cameron smiled. He'd signed his last name only. Often, she had a hard time remembering his name was Robert or even that her name was Allison. She opened the jewel case and placed the disc in the CD player. The piano lilted in.
If you want a lover, I'll do anything you ask me to
"Well, he's proven that," she thought to herself.
If you want another kind of love, I'll wear a mask for you
"That could be interesting."
If you want a partner, take my hand, If you want to strike me down in anger, here I stand. I'm your man.
"I think I've already done the striking down in anger. I wonder if he's a good dancer?"
If you want a boxer, I will step into the ring for you.
"I'm sure he could take on House. I doubt he could take Foreman, though."
If you want a doctor, I'll examine every inch of you.
Cameron just laughed.
If you want a driver, Climb inside, Or if you want to take me for a ride, You know you can. I'm your man.
Cameron smiled remembering all the times and places they'd gone for a ride. It was a hard thing to give up.
Ah, the moon's too bright, The chain's too tight, The beast won't go to sleep.
"Oh, this must be the part about his undying love for me."
I've been running through these promises to you, That I made and could not keep.
"That's right, we agreed it wouldn't be anything more than what it was. You broke the rules. You're the emotional one."
Ah, but a man never got a woman back, Not by begging on his knees.
"I suppose a weekly suggestion doesn't count as begging."
Or I'd crawl to you, baby, And I'd fall at your feet, And I'd howl at your beauty, Like a dog in heat, And I'd claw at your heart, And I'd tear at your sheet, I'd say please, please, I'm your man.
Cameron suddenly realized she was gripping the arms of her chair and that her heart rate had increased as the music got louder and more desperate. "The music's not desperate, Chase is," she reminded herself as the piano lilted back in.
And if you've got to sleep, A moment on the road, I will steer for you.
"I'm sure you would."
And if you want to work the street alone, I'll disappear for you
"Why would I want to be alone?"
If you want a father for your child
Cameron gasped as she felt a tear slide down her cheek.
Or only want to walk with me a while, Across the sand, I'm your man.
She didn't hear the last chorus of the song. She had already grabbed her coat and purse and abandoned the large, lonely office.
"Hi," he said as he opened the door.
She turned and looked at him. The newsboy cap on his head and the boyish grin on his face made him look like he'd stepped out of a J. Crew catalog. He was obviously glad and surprised to see her.
"It's Tuesday," she said.
He cocked an eyebrow. "No, it's Monday," he answered.
She walked up the steps until she was facing him. "I know, but I didn't want to wait."
The boyish grin turned into a pleased smile. "What changed your mind?" he asked.
"Well, you're my man," she answered weakly.
He smiled and kissed her softly and lovingly.