Disclaimer: Apparently you can't actually but a TV show with love alone, so…please don't sue?
Authors Note: Hi, this is my first attempt, ever, to write a fan fiction, so please, please be patient with me! I know this story is a little sloppy, but it was just a thought that I had to write down. This is the way I think the episode should have ended! I promise that I'm going to try and write much more structured fics that are not as bad as this. Thanks for any comments/suggestions, all help very much appreciated!
She stood in the middle of his living room, her eyes silently filling. The air was silent, and the hand that had been outstretched, waiting, expecting something, anything from him in response, fell back to her side. Was this it? She knew that it wouldn't be easy to convince him to open up. It wasn't easy to convince him to do anything. But nothing, no response or answer, was worse than nothing. She'd rather have him yell at her than stand there so stern and silent.
"There are only two ways I can deal with this" she started. "One of them is in my control, and that's to leave."
She couldn't believe she was doing this. She couldn't believe she was leaving. She couldn't believe he looked as if he didn't care. Surely he did? He must. She knew he found her attractive, that much was obvious. It was perhaps the only thing he was honest to her about. But more than mutual attraction was possible, wasn't it? Yet the more she thought about it, and the more that she saw he was looking everywhere but at her, made her feel that perhaps her efforts were in vain.
He couldn't believe she was doing this. He couldn't believe she was here, in his living room, right in front of him. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be. But he wouldn't admit anything to her, why should he have to? He had already told her that he found her attractive, why wasn't that enough for her? His feelings were his own, and for nobody else to have. If nobody had them, nobody could return them, but at least that meant nobody could reject them. Reject him. Why was she doing this? He shut down in front of her, desperately avoiding her big brown eyes that were sure to be sparkling with tears. It was like a child avoiding the look of their parents when they're telling them off for not tidying their room, or telling them they can't have a puppy for Christmas. He heard her hand fall and felt that perhaps that was it, it had worked, that now she'd give up, call a truce, and things could go back to normal in the morning. But then she spoke again to break the silence. She was leaving? No, she wouldn't. She couldn't. Could she? She was calling his bluff, see if he would fold and beg her to stay, but he wouldn't. He wasn't capable of that, even if he did have feelings for her. Did he just admit he had feelings for her? He wanted her to stay, that much he knew. Besides, she wasn't going to leave, not really. She loved the hospital too much, loved working there with Foreman and Chase. Not so much Chase, he hoped. But if this was all true, if he knew she wouldn't leave him, why was he feeling so panicked?
"Goodbye House." Her words were finale, concluding. Not really how she wanted to sound, but perhaps it was better this way. There was no sound of the desperation and longing she felt, but more overwhelmingly the defeat. She had tried countless ways to deal with the situation. She had fore mostly tried to ignore her crush, to ignore House, but that was near impossible. It was impossible for anyone to ignore House, especially if he wanted to be heard. Combined with the fact that she spent a good proportion of her day with him, her plan had obviously failed. She had tried admitting it to herself, and then to House, which was probably her worst attempt at solving the issue. Even so, she was fairly certain that things would be okay until they went out, on a non-date, to the monster truck rally. She had enjoyed that evening so much, not in a sloppy chick-flick kind of way that he probably thought she did, but just being in his company, seeing him have a good time instead of being miserable. She had even tried to become more assertive in a bid to trick to his feelings out of him. But now, after all of that, all the games and tactics, there were only two options left. She had made it clear that she needed something from him, any kind of acknowledgement, and that was in his control. Until he gave her that all she could do was leave. To avoid the source of whatever it was she was feeling.
She turned to leave, taking a few steps towards the door, and outstretched her arm. Her hand paused and hovered over the door handle as another thought crossed her mind. One other option. If she was leaving, if she was really serious about never seeing House again, then she really didn't have anything thing to lose, did she? Perhaps her dignity, if it ended badly, but who would ever know?
Her abrupt pause had gone unnoticed by him, he was so consumed with frustration that he didn't even look up until she turned and swiftly walked back up to him, resting her hands on his shoulders to balance herself as she stood on her toes. She paused, their faces only an inch apart for just a second, contemplating the devastatingly good or bad effect of what she was about to do was bound to have. In that instant, she decided she didn't care either way and gave in to temptation, she kissed him.
His free hand had instantly gone to hold her side, not out of pleasure, but to keep them both standing as she practically launched herself on him. To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. Stunned and speechless he had no idea how to respond to her. He knew what she was about to do, as soon as she had turned from the door, as soon as she had marched straight up to him and put her arms around him, he knew. His brain was trying too hard to convey and analyse all the things he was feeling. Contact this intimate with a woman, if even this subtle was a thing of the past for him. He missed it, but did not wish for the complications it brought. But the fact that it was Cameron but his mind in overdrive. Why was she doing this? She was on the verge of walking out on him, only to try this last-ditch attempt? Or was it something else? Was this really goodbye, the last attempt to rid the toxins from her body and move on? The million thoughts that were spiralling around in his brain were stopped dead in their tracks as she closed the space between them and kissed him. Silence fell. It was a release, absolute, and he couldn't, or didn't want, to figure out if it was instinct or will that made him kiss her back.