hey all, umm this is like my third fic it's a tad short but my last one didnt go down to well unfortunately- so im a bit apprehensive - please review this one... it would be greatly appreciated... it doesnt have any particular plot or direction... i have a few ideas but YOURS would be greatly appreciated... what do you want to happen? this can be a fic of the people so come one come all : )
As she exited the hospital after yet another long day Allison Cameron contemplated why House had dropped that little piece of paper.
He was usually late to work, and when he arrived, demanded his coffee - to save any trouble Cameron was always ready to run to the machine upon his arrival. Dr Gregory House had spent the working day watching General Hospital with his clinic patients, who pretended to be riddled with disease to get time off from their job. Cuddy had busted him twice trying to escaped the clinic and head for his office - avoiding the waiting room which bustled with legitimately sick people. Finally after two hours of diagnosing runny noses and common colds, he limped his was through the corridors of PPTH. Being the head of his department, House wasn't shocked to find his three staff; Cameron, Foreman and Chase - or "Wombat" as he was so graciously referred to by his boss- sitting at the table awaiting instructions.
"Ahh, good morning my ducklings. How are we all?", Cameron was the only one gullible enough to believe the question to be anything other then rhetorical. "So, what have you got for me? Please tell me she's hot" he made a point of dragging out the "h" as if he had something stuck in his throat. House was just being House.
House seemed to be having a good day, as time passed by Cameron was a little weirded out by his behaviour. For Cameron today was truly special - for once she was being treated like an emotional being, but she knew something odd was taking place inside her boss's mind. She often thought of him over lunch, everyone knew that Allison Cameron had been infatuated with House since he hired her for her good looks... and her talent as an immunologist.
The pair had experienced awkwardness once or twice before, the most significant being when she practically forced him to take her on a date. He had been an absolute jerk on that night, and she has never fully forgiven him for breaking her heart. She couldn't help the fact that she harboured feelings for her boss, or that everyone in the hospital knew about it. Being a mature woman, she put her feelings aside as much as possible and showed for work everyday.
The first big shock presented itself in the early afternoon; Cameron and House had been left alone in his office, a file in her hands. A game boy in his. "The patient is stable at the moment, Chase and Foreman are monitoring her recovery and..." House spoke up before she could continue;
"What are you doing this weekend?" His tone implied that this question was a regular occurrence between the two. He seemed somewhat surprised by Cameron's jaw practically hitting the floor in shock. "Reattach your jaw to your head and feel free to answer my question before the night is through". She slowly recovered and staggered out a reply;
"I was just going to catch up on some paper work, that's about it" she paused for a moment before continuing, "why do you care?".
"Im your boss and i wanted to know" he attempted his best "im so insulted" face. A smirk crept across his stubble-covered face as he took pleasure in Cameron's obvious discomfort, he settled back into his chair and watched her squirm anxiously.
"House you don't care about anyone, you never want to know what people are doing".
"Excuse me, i care about Steve!" He turned away pretending to be offended, " and besides i always want to know i just never ask, too much effort". At that he rose to his feet, gripping his cane, slowly began to leave the room, deliberately delaying his departure. He ever so subtly dropped a small white piece of paper on the ground, knowing that curiosity would get the better of his subordinate - before she knew it he was gone.
As expected Allison picked up the piece of paper, to find that a small message had been left on the over leaf.
Reservation 7:30pm tonight - you know where signed House. Knock of time came about and the sheet sat in Cameron's left pant pocket, idle, waiting for her to make a decision. She decided to wait until she got home and think it over. The drive home gave her time to think about House's intentions, in the end she came up with about 400 different theories, but only really wanted one to work. Upstairs in her apartment Allison Cameron held the piece of paper in her sweaty palms, a single question floating in and out of her thoughts:
Do i, or don't i?
as i said at the start please R&R : )
thanks