"Cameron, don't go."
"God, House. Why not? We've been through this before."
"Allison"
"Don't. Why do you care? You don't even like me." He was at a loss for words. What he wanted to do was scream out 'I don't like you; I love you!' But his condescending, sarcastic side wouldn't let that ever happen, and now she was off to some Middle Eastern country; he couldn't remember the name. She had decided the best thing she could do was go help the poor dying people there, instead of have him put her down each day.
Like she said, they had been through this before: once when she had first told him she was going to leave, and again at the office right before she left for her interview. And now he was at her apartment, two days later. She was packed and had opened the door to see him, about to knock. They had laughed, for a moment, when he just about hit what he assumed to be the door with his cane. But now, he couldn't think of anything to say; he just stood there and stared helplessly at her.
"Damn it, House. Why is it that you're only interested when I have one foot out the door?" she laughed, although there was nothing funny about the situation. Not a long laugh, nor a joyous one; just a short, sad burst of laughter before she left him standing in her apartment, leaning on his cane.
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She smiled as she stepped of the plane. She was with another doctor, although his identity was unclear. They laughed, exchanged a handshake, and went their separate ways. She took a deep breath. This is it, she thought, no more Princeton-Plainsbro, no more New Jersey, but most of all, no more sarcastic comments from House. The thought, although it would be relieving to any other doctor, made her think twice about coming here. Of course, she remembered, she wasn't just any other doctor. She, Allison Cameron, had made the stupid mistake of falling for her boss, and she hated herself for it. She didn't even know why she liked him, seeing as she could barely even tolerate him. Gregory House had been the main reason she decided to come here.
The one thing she hadn't told him, or anyone else (with the exception of Cuddy, who had promised not to tell unless it was completely necessary) was the fact that this was only temporary. She had worked it out with her employers; it was almost like a paid vacation… except for the vacation part. It had seemed like a good idea at the time: she got to spend time in a place she had always wanted to see, and got to be free of House for an entire two months.
A tall, blond woman approached her
"Allison Cameron?" Cameron turned her head and smiled
"Yes" she stuck out her hand, and the woman graciously took it.
"Samantha Roberts, but Sam is fine. It's nice to meet you. My car is right over there, and you can get unpacked in your tent… well our tent." She continued talking as they walked "Sorry, we're a bit short on supplies – not medical supplies, just things like tents and pillows – but you'll be alright sharing a tent with me, right?"
"Of course" Allison smiled. For the first time in awhile, she felt like she was truly wanted.