Title: Lie to Me
Rating: T
Status: Completed
Warnings: Major character death although it won't happen in the story. You'll have to read in order to really get what that means.
Characters: Cameron-centric through her, House's, and Wilson's POV, slight House/Cameron
A/N: So, I wanted to write something before I go back to school and after a lot of brain storming, this is what I came up with. This will be my 2nd attempt at a multi-chapter fic. I'm quite proud of this so far. Also, this will be my first fic that isn't centered on a ship. There is some slight House/Cameron but it's more of a friendship, if anything. As another note, this was actually inspired by a little dialogue in "The Dark Knight" between Harvey Dent and Gordon. For those of you who've seen the movie, it's the bit towards the end when Dent/Two-Face says, "Then lie. Lie, like I lied." to Gordon. I really liked their whole dialogue so I tried to intigrate the main idea of it into this fic. Anyway, that comes later as I haven't even written it yet. So, read and please leave a review. ;)
Disclaimer: As a matter of fact I do own House...in an alternate universe. XP
Lie to Me
They say that doctors make the worse patients. It's almost like a rule, really. To them, knowing what the diagnosis entails seems to hold some sort of unspoken privilege to wave away whatever advice their attending physician attempts to give. They nod (or shake their heads), and agree (or disagree) to the prognosis but want to carry on with life as they've always done. They actively participate in the discussion of the preferable treatment and offer up their own treatment plan for the consideration of their colleague because, hey, they're doctors too.
But to every rule there is an exception. They're not always pretty but for every stubborn, middle aged chief of Radiology who'd rather go against his physician's orders and take a cough drop for his quickly escalating strep than take a day off, there is someone who doesn't say anything at all. Someone who merely sits on the exam table and stares blankly into nothing as their attending talks seriously about their test results. Someone who knows the diagnosis by just glancing at the film in the other doctor's hands and exactly what he'll say before he even opens his mouth to say it. Someone by the name of Allison Cameron.
The slow, almost apologetic words of the clinic doctor at Princeton General barely register in her mind and she doesn't even notice when he places a hand reassuringly on her arm. The only thing in her thoughts was that damn MRI that had now been imprinted, burned, etched, forevermore into her mind.
But somehow, she catches him saying something about sending a referral to a doctor in Boston.
"Actually," she says, jerking out of her stupor with great effort; her eyes are still focused elsewhere. "I have a friend who specializes in this. I'd like to talk to him."
The doctor smiles gently although she can't see this. "Of course. I'll send the results with you."
She doesn't say much else for the rest of the appointment but this doesn't seem to bother the other doctor. When she begins to gather her things to leave, he touches her shoulder in one final attempt to convey his sympathy. Still, she doesn't look at him even when she's thanking him for his help. She leaves the clinic just as weary as she was when she came in only 20 minutes ago but what little spring in her step that had been there before has now vanished and faded with the cold, October wind. Once in her car, she sets the thin, cardboard package the doctor had given her on the seat next to her and, after taking a breath to compose herself, leaves the parking lot of Princeton General and doesn't look back.
A/N: What do you think? Like it? I know this first part is short but it's just the prologue. I promise the next chapters will be longer. Also, in case you're wondering this takes place about a year or so after the Season 4 finale. Please leave a review! I love them.