Hey to all the crazy Hameron fans out there!!! This is my first House fic, so please be kind, because (as most of you know) House is a terribly hard guy to write. I have brand new respect for the writers that do this on a daily basis…or at least I WOULD if they weren't causing me so much grief and sorrow by forcing me to watch reruns for 7 weeks straight!!!!! What do you mean bitter and insane?
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DISCLAIMER: If I owned House, he and Cameron would've done the nasty right there on his desk in Half-Wit. Quite obviously, I don't own House. As much as I'd like to.
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He found it odd. For three and a half years, she was so worried about what other people thought; about being respected. So he found it incredibly odd that this serious doctor had gone and dyed her hair blonde. What did she gain from it? Surely it wasn't the respect she so desperately craved. She had always said she wanted to be more than a pretty face. In fact, he vividly remembered her being horribly scandalized to find she'd been hired because she was 'extremely pretty'.
'What did she gain from it?' he mentally repeated the question. It didn't make her look any prettier. Not that she'd needed to be. But he'd always thought her dark hair had made her green eyes and creamy skin stand out. Now it all just sort of blended together on her head in one plain lump.
This, he realized, raised another quandary entirely. People died their hair to get other people's attention. So how did everything on your head blending together get attention? But more importantly: Whose attention was she trying to get?
Head of the ER? No, she'd rather honestly work her way up.
She already had, and apparently enjoyed the Wombat's attention, so it wasn't some random guy he hadn't yet heard about.
Foreman didn't give a crap, and Cuddy and Wilson just said it looked nice and went back to their pathetic lives.
It had to be someone who would truly notice; who'd wonder about it…'Hey Moron, who's the one standing in the hall obsessing about it?' He realized bitterly. She had seemed oddly pleased to find he liked the 'hooker hair'. In fact, it had been her that mentioned the hair first. That had to be it.
She was still trying to get his attention! Even though she was with the Wombat; even after all this time and the many rejections. She was still subconsciously pursuing him.
So after several long minutes in the hallway, he finally went through the ER doors to pay his hooker-haired friend a visit. Because maybe determination could equal just a tiny smidgen of worthiness. Just this once.
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