Title: Wouldn't Do
Rating: M…course language.
Summary: House knew, she just wouldn't do. H/Cam contemplation.
A/N: Short. Fun. To the point. Review or die…just kidding…no really review bitches. No beta, if you wanna, message me.
"You have daddy issues don't you?" House asked as Cameron sent another layered question his way.
It's obvious. She is twenty-something seeking attention from an 'old man.' Who does that? She's hot, he'll give her that. I could think of a hundred-and-one ways to use those lips of hers. As the thought enters his brain he paused. He felt like a pedophile.
House was a prick, a pedantic bastard, and yet he was most certainly not a pedophile.
He would rather beat-off every night than to have someone think she was his fucking mid-life crisis, literally. He couldn't love her. She wouldn't do. She would leave him and he would sulk, but things would probably be fine after that.
She listened to Kelly Clarkson. He heard her singing a god-awful song one day and looked it up, yes, it was Kelly, and he could have purged his lunch then and there. He hated pop. It made him want to slam a paperweight on his hand to get the attention away from his bleeding ears.
Really though, she was almost thirty.
She constantly followed him or stood in his door waiting for him to speak to her. Even a fly goes away after you swat at it. She just couldn't take a hint. When they went to the truck rally he had fun talking to her, it was friendly banter. He thought of her like he thought of his brother's daughter. She was fun to hang out with and fun to teach but he couldn't even think of anything sexual between Cameron and himself.
Well, he could, but he chose to call a hooker instead.
She was damaged, or at least that's what he told her. Most of what he said he really couldn't remember, he was too busy counting the number of fuck-able women within a 50 foot radius.
It was quite amusing really, he only counted one.
Worst of all, when he looked into her eyes, really looked, he could see promise there. After her fellowship ended she would have John Hopkins, Vanderbilt, Jewish, the Mayo clinic, hell even St. Jude's killing themselves for her. She wasn't the top of her class, but she did know what she was doing and she had learned alot under him. Plus, as he told her, she was hot. Any administrator would look at her and pull strings hoping she would pull theirs later (which she never would). Even if he hated it, House would write her a good recommendation and she would be gone, she would be off saving dying kids or something equally justifiable. He didn't want her to be stuck there, with him.
That just wouldn't work.
She didn't need him. He didn't want her to miss out on life. She didn't need to be stuck with a middle-aged drug-addict. She needed to be with some young kid who could take her hiking or whatever the 'cool' thing was these days. She didn't need him and he didn't need her.
Or at least that's what he told himself.
A/N: REVIEW. Please. If all goes well, I may write a Cameron perspective.