Title: The Game
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: House/Cameron
Summary: There's more to House than meets the eye, even if he doesn't see it. Short introspective piece.
Author's Note: Um. Hi! First-time poster, both to this comm and this show/ship generally. I recently started marathon-watching House with a friend, and he completely and utterly got me addicted. We've only just finished season one, so if this is out of kilter with what's to come, apologies! I just sort of fell in love with them from the off :P Anyway, voila.
The Game
She walks into his office all flowing coat and wavy hips, not even bothering to knock. He pretends not to notice her and focuses entirely on the game, eyes darting to and fro over the pixels as he tries to match some, long thin bits with some other short, fat bits and really not getting very far.
She stops just short of his desk and he still doesn't look up, would prefer to sit here with his feet slung up on the second chair, ankles crossed, because it's comfortable, and looking at her really isn't.
"What?" he barks eventually, not shifting focus from the tiny screen he holds in his hands.
She places a large pile of papers on his desk and reels off some figures and facts he has no real interest in. He almost tells her so, but they're about his patient, and he supposes he should at least pretend to care. With all the pretending he's been doing lately, it really shouldn't be so hard.
Once she's done there is an awkward pause in the air, ripe like a bad smell, and he can almost taste it in his mouth. He sighs loudly and hopes she can hear the disdain, before abandoning his game and looking up at her.
"Whatever you're waiting for, I hope it was worth me losing," he snaps gruffly, and he waves the gameboy vaguely in her direction.
She laughs pitifully and shakes her head. "Never mind," she mutters, and turns to walk away.
He watches her, the flowing coat and wavy hips, and he doesn't even try to stop her. Once she's gone, and his door clicks shut, he sighs again, this time a frown pulling at his already knotted features.
He shakes his head, and with it, shakes rogue thoughts away. For a second he lets his eyes graze the pile of papers, and he knows he'll be pawing through them later, looking for clues to save somebody's life.
But for now, he plays his game. It's just easier that way.
End