Hi. This is a "short" fiction about House and Cameron. Unfortunately, English is not my native language (I'm French) so I'm sorry for my mistakes. Hope you'll enjoy it ;-)
Non mihi, non tibi, sed nobis
(not for me, not for you, but for us)
Chapter 1
Another day started. Nothing changed. House arrived at the hospital in late as always, Cuddy yelled at him as always, she received comments about her chest as always, and Cameron did not come as always.
Nobody had seen her for weeks. And everybody was wondering where she was – she did not answer those fifty calls.
"If she doesn't come at work tomorrow, I fire her." House said to Wilson.
"You can't fire her. She's too important for you."
"What makes you think that?" He asked.
"You're worried about her."
"Absolutely not! She's paid to work, but she doesn't. I have to work for two. Cuddy should pay me more."
Wilson left. Everytime they spoke about Cameron, their conversations ended like that. And Wilson was too tired to insist.
However, House was really getting worried. In fact, he was mostly wondering what happened – curiousity, of course. House would never get worried for someone. House is House. And he was curious. Too curious, maybe. Curious enough to go to Cameron's door, find the keys under a flowerpot, and come in.
At first sight, he thought the apartment was empty. But he heard some weird noise, and then came in Cameron's room.
She was there, on her bed, curled up. Despite the fact he could not see her face, he knew she was crying. He walked through the room and sit next to her. He could not find the words to say – he never found them.
"Cameron…" that was the only thing he was able to say.
She looked at him. He saw all those tears, crawling on her cheeks. Once again, he did not know what to say, what to do.
"Where is Chase? Isn't he supposed to be with you?" He asked, ill-at-ease.
"Why should I know? I never know where this jerk is."
"He's your boyfriend, you should know that."
Weird. He was sure they were not the good words.
"He broke up…"
A silence settled between them. She was not expecting a reply from him. She wanted him to leave her apartment, she wanted to be alone in her flat, and never see someone ever again. People were just making her depressed. And her pain was her only friend.
It did not take so much time for House to know what she was thinking about. But strangely, he did not want to let her alone, here.