Disclaimer: everything, sadly, belongs to Fox and to David Shore...and everyone but me!
This is a new fic that has probably been done a 1000 times, but I couldn't get it out of my head so, I decided to post it.
It's my take on No Reason. So, yes, it is wildly off canon...but hopefully not OC.
Anyway, please let me know what you think!
She woke up that morning with a gnawing feeling in her stomach. Not fear; it was more like trepidation- the type of feeling that made you want to hide your head under the covers, wrap your arms around your favourite teddy-bear and never come out.
The last time she'd felt like this had been the morning her husband died. There'd been no indication that he had been going to die that day- except that knot in her stomach. It had been a sort of vague awareness of approaching evil and the certain knowledge that she was unable to do anything to prevent it's arrival.
But she was no longer the type of woman who hid under the covers. So, she pushed herself up out of bed and began to get ready for work.
She met Dr. Wilson in the lobby of Princeton Plainsborough Teaching Hospital.
She greeted him somewhat absentmindedly.
"Are you ok?" he asked her, sounding concerned.
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?" she replied with a smile.
"You just seem a bit…I dunno," he struggled to find a word to describe her mood.
But Cameron wasn't listening, she was looking over the oncologist's shoulder at a man hovering by the elevators. There was something about him that caught her eye. He was of medium height and build, dressed in a pale suit and T-shirt with very short hair. He looked perfectly ordinary. And yet…
"Cameron," James Wilson called her back to reality, "Are you sure you're ok?"
"I'm sorry," she apologised, "I was miles away…" she spoke suddenly urgently, "Did you see that guy?"
"What guy?" The oncologist looked confused.
"The guy that was over by the elevators," she looked around for him, but he was nowhere in sight, "He was here just a second ago."
"Cameron, I don't see anyone," he was looking at her like she was crazy.
"Sorry," she apologised, "But he was here."
He nodded, but he clearly didn't have a clue what she was talking about. He excused himself and left to treat a patient, throwing the immunologist a very confused look as he walked off.
"Nice of you to join us, Cameron," House greeted her as she entered the conference room.
"Hmmm?" She responded distractedly.
"You're late," her boss went on, "I've a stack of mail to be answered, and the coffee hasn't been made." He gestured to the empty pot.
"Get Chase to do it," she answered irritably as she walked over to her desk to dump her stuff.
He looked surprised at her tone: "I would- but Chase's coffee tastes like mud."
The Aussie made a faint gesture of protest.
"Which one of you is doctor House?"
Cameron turned at the voice.
It was the man she had seen downstairs.
"The skinny brunette," her boss answered.
Foreman and Chase rolled their eyes at House's obvious attempt to force his youngest fellow to deal with the man for him.
"No, that's Dr. Cameron," the stranger spoke calmly and confidently.
"I never said I wasn't talking about me," House replied in amusement, "How do you know her-"
Before House could finish his sentence, them man had reached into his pocket and pulled a gun, and Cameron had stepped in front of her boss, facing the weapon….
AN: Unbelieveable? Yes. But good? I dunno. Please let me know! I'm begging you!