Title: Broken
Genre: House, MD
Rating: T/T+
Pairing: Cameron/House
Summary: Cameron contemplates how she and House need each other.
I'm afraid that if anyone looks in my eyes they'll see how broken I am. They'll see my soul shattered in pieces and how those jagged shards cut and spring forth crimson trails. A stranger would be able to see that I am not who I appear. They'll be able to see through this charade that I have built around myself to fool others. That is the reason I hang my head and avoid the penetrating stares of others. Only when I can cover my eyes do I raise my head up and dare to look at another human being. I'm a fool. I think that if I push everything to the back of my mind that it'll go away eventually. I do know that not everything can be sunshine and teddy bears; I do know how real life is. Every time it comes back to haunt me and dangle desperation in front of my face. I need to be released, to break away from these chains of desolation that keep me in place.
Ashamed, I hide in my isolation. I neither call out for help nor turn towards anyone. That would be dangerous. I don't wish for them to be drowned in my hopelessness. So, it is to my complete shock when out of nowhere he comes to me. He heard my silent pleas and was somehow on the same wavelength. He came when no one else knew nor cared. Many think I love him because he is my mentor, someone I look up to. They are wrong. I love him because we are one in the same. From the outside, I appear to be this put together person. A person that stands beside her morals and what she thinks is right. They could not be more wrong. This is all a front. I am broken, and need to fix myself. I don't try to fix others when they are in need of someone. Contrary to what he may think, I love him because he is who he is. I would not change him for anything.
We are one in the same. We both need each other but refuse to admit it. He will never know how he made my life brighter. True, he is harsh, abrasive, and down right rude, but those are all qualities I adore in him. Beneath that ragged exterior lies a man who does what he does in the way that he does because he knows it's right. He instinctively does what is in the patients' best interest even though he has unorthodox methods. I am there to be his threshold. I am there to make sure he never crosses the line into insanity. I am there to make sure his addiction doesn't absorb him and spit him out. We cling to each other because we were meant to. We seek each other out in the night to placate our hunger. We love each other because we're broken. We are broken beyond repair and no one else understands but us.
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