Author's Note: I do not own House, MD, Hugh Laurie, Jennifer Morrison, or any of the House, MD cast, crew, excreta. Rating…M and then some! Italics indicates thoughts. Cameron gets raped and while the people are leaving, she decides to stop them with her cell phone. Snagging a picture of their faces proves to be nearly fatal for the Immunologist. Will she admit her feelings for House? Will he admit his feelings for her? Drama, angst and more await in this tale!
It had been another long night for Allison Cameron. There had been a gang shooting and her life had been threatened at one point. Security had escorted the responsible party out, then Allison hadn't given it a second thought. It happened more than she'd like, but in her line of work it was expected.
Letting herself into her small apartment, she hangs her jacket and purse on the coat rack attached to the closet door, then smiles as her bobtailed Siamese cat, Jack, greets her.
"Hey baby girl. How're you doin'?" she asks, picking the cat up, who meows as if answering her question, and petting her. Jack was short for Jacqueline. She was the only cat out of a litter of kittens Cameron had rescued that she'd kept. She'd even given the mother cat up for adoption.
Going to the kitchen with Jack draped around her neck like a living mink stole, she pops open a small can of cat food from the small, walk-in pantry.
"Alright, sugar, hop down," she tells the cat softly, who does just that, hopping down to the floor and meowing up at her mother as the food is emptied into a small dish with her name on it, then lowered to the floor. Dry food was left out all day, just in case she worked longer than expected, and wet food was given before she left and when she got home.
Cameron's life is pretty routine. Feed Jack, hour long morning runs on her treadmill, quick shower, breakfast for herself, getting dressed and gathering up her stuff, then heading to work. And that's when things get hectic. Then again, over the last few years even the hectic and unpredictable had become routine for Cameron and her fellow ducklings. Especially here lately. Everything with Tritter was throwing their cases off-whack, House was going through with-drawl one day and high the next. The trio had just found out about Cuddy trying to get pregnant, Wilson had betrayed House, the hospital was a mad house! Still, Cameron couldn't see herself doing anything but what she was doing now.
After feeding Jack, Cameron had every intention of feeding herself, but found she wasn't really that hungry as she mulled over the choices in her fridge. "Figures," she murmurs to herself before going to her bedroom to change out of her work clothes. Grabbing a pale lavender colored camisole and boy shorts sleep set, she goes to the bathroom, leaving the door cracked for Jack, and strips before getting into the shower, letting the steam and hot water envelope her only slightly tanned skin.
After using her roses and spices scented body wash and same scented shampoo, she turns the water off and gets out of the shower, toweling off her body and hair, standing naked in front of her mirror as she brushes out her hair, not blow-drying it as she usually does, though. Jack had joined her at some point and was napping on a towel left out specifically for the cat on the back of the toilet. Reaching down a little, Cameron's self-manicured nails run through the cat's smoke and white hued fur, scratching her head and smiling. "Ready for an early night?" she asks with a smile, earning her a yawn and stretch from the feline, then a 'meow', as if the cat were agreeing with her.
Finally dressed, Cameron waits for Jack to run out of the bathroom before flicking the light off and pulling the door closed a bit. Jack's already made herself at home on the bed when Allison joins her. That's nothing new, really. Not for these two. Ever since Jack was born in the bathroom they'd just left six months ago, they were inseparable. Allison was glad to have the kittens around for six weeks, but by that time everything at work was starting to get hectic, so as sad as she was to give the other four kittens and mother cat away, she was glad to just have sensible Jack with her. Even as a small kitten Jack was laid back and easy going.
Pulling back the solid violet comforter and white sheets, Cameron slips into the cool bed and sighs contentedly. Looking up at the clock, she notices the time is just after nine, which is somewhat early for her. She's just turned out the bedside lamp when she remembers her cell phone is in her purse, which is in the living room. "Shit," she grumbles to herself as she turns the lamp back on, slips out of the sheets and goes to get it, and her pager. Being a doctor meant never knowing when you had to scarify sleep to save a patient's life. Unless you were House. Then you slept through it anyway. "Lucky bastard," Cameron thinks to herself as she sets her pink Razr phone and black pager down on the night stand next to her home phone, alarm clock and lamp before turning the lamp back off. "Night, Jack," she whispers, leaning over to kiss the Siamese's head and closes her own green eyes, Jack's bright blue eyes already closed.
Allison slept peacefully until she heard a loud crash from something breaking. "Huh? Wha…Jack?" she says to herself, looking around and blinking, finding the cat to be on the bed beside her, but obviously spooked. "What's wrong, baby girl?" she asks, petting the cat softly before getting out of bed to find out what's going on. As she approaches the door to the bedroom, she's grabbed, and can't help but let out a scream, but a hand goes to her mouth.
"If you know what's good for ya, you'll shut up, doctor lady," the man's voice tells her. On the bed, Jack lets out a loud hiss and darts into the closet. "What do you want?" Cameron asks, struggling in the man's grip, but he just smacks her across the face and grips her neck even tighter. What was it with guys gripping her neck and trying to strangle her here lately? Letting out a gasp as she's picked up by the throat and taken to the bed, her eyes go wide as the first man, who she recognizes from the hospital from earlier, starts to undo his pants, which are about to fall off already, and a second man, who's also recognized from the hospital, joins them. "Get…offa me!" she struggles to breathe out as she's pushed onto her back. "Don't think so. We're gonna make you pay for not savin' our home boy," he says as he rips off Cameron's clothes while the other man uses her own clothing to gag her. "Mmmmpphhh!" she moans out, trying to struggle, but before she knows it, she's being raped, the men's faces holding sick, twisted smiles.
As the first man fucks her, he holds her steadily into the bed, his mouth closing over her one of her breasts. The man in her moans and pulls his dick out of her channel and strokes his shaft a few times before coming on her ass, which he's picked up. Letting out a satisfied sigh, the man pulls away, letting the second man find Cameron's ass, which he fucks, after flipping the woman's body over. "UUUUHH!!" she protests, tears pouring like a river down her face. "Why don't they just kill me and get it over with, already?" she asks herself as her body is thrust into again and again.
Finally, when they're both over, the first man pulls a gun from his pants and shoots Cameron's back as she lays there, making the woman gasp and groan. She's been eyeing her phone the whole time. She turns it on and types a small message, "House, they reaped me and shot me. Make sure you find them. Cameron". It was short and simple, so he'd understand it. She waits until they're at the door before she gets ready to do what she wants. "S-Say cheese," she gasps out, taking the picture and sending it immediately to House's cell phone. Even if they killed her and destroyed her phone, they'd be caught.