This is just a short one shot about House's reflection after came says, "I don't miss you."
Hameron ...of course :)
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-Bella
I don't miss you.
These four words have tortured Dr. Gregory House for the past three hours.
I don't miss you.
How could she not miss him? She was obviously lying. Everyone in PPTH knew that Cameron was practically in love with him. Chase was just a little play thing to keep her from feeling so miserably lonely...like he himself felt, oh so many times.
I don't miss you.
Of course she was lying. Everybody lies. Wilson lies, Cutthroat Bitch lies, Forman lies, House especially lies. And Cameron. Cameron lies, she probably lies more than his whole team put together. House could see the truth in her familiar blue-grey eyes, her longing, her want. It was all there, clear as any diagnosis. He knew he was right...and that scared him.
I don't miss you.
Does she not miss him, or does she not miss the struggle to control her feelings around him? What the hell could it be? Too many options, too many theories going throughout his ever analyzing mind. Why did this bother him? Why does she of all people bother him?
House sat in the dark in his office pondering several hypothesis about the situation. Throwing his over sized tennis ball around, he scoffed at himself. He should NOT get worked up over a simple sentence. Especially one that comes from Allison Cameron.
After a few more minutes of quick consideration, House thumped his cane on the ground and hung his head in defeat. He hesitantly came to the only deduction that seemed logical:
I miss her.
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-Bella