Disclaimer, Act One: House and Cameron and whatnot are…um…slams head against wall I've had a long day. They aren't mine.
Disclaimer, Act Two: The first sentence belongs to Anne Rice. It has been shamelessly stolen from The Witching Hour.
A/N: This is part of a three part drabble that is called The Witching Hour. The others can be found in The X-Files fandom and the Law & Order: SVU fandom.
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He was looking at her. Maybe he knew how confused she was, how strange the whole afternoon seemed, all this talk of curses and things, and dead people and that weird necklace.
Cameron continued to button her jacket, trying not to be bothered by House's staring. It was part of the job, something she should be used to by now. But today, on top of everything else, she just wasn't in the mood for his never ending questions.
"So," he said eventually. "You don't believe in curses."
"No," she replied shortly.
"Or ancient necklaces that slowly asphyxiate the person wearing it," House continued.
"No," Cameron repeated. She fastened the last button and grabbed her purse off the table. She walked over to the door and was about to open it when House held his cane in front of it, stopping her. "Let me go."
"If it isn't any of that, then the reason you're upset is because you're still uncomfortable around death," he informed her. "That's an awkward position for you to be in, considering that you're a doctor."
"Yeah, and it's awkward for you to work on the second floor with that leg of yours." House stared at her, and she immediately blushed. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered. "I didn't mean-"
"I'm so proud!" he interrupted. "My little girl's finally growing up!" He pretended to wipe away a stray tear as he lowered his cane. Cameron left, not looking at him. "Don't forget to come in nice and early tomorrow," House called after her. "I hear Cuddy is bringing in cupcakes for all the good little doctors!"