DISCLAIMER: Not mine.

A/N: I usually hate House/Cameron, but I'm not in a good mood and want to write something profound. R&R, please.

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She'll never understand that I don't care. I was honest, and as much as she might want to think otherwise, I was right. I didn't hire her for smarts or beauty, but simply because she wasn't all there. I had told her she was "damaged", and I could tell she had chosen to ignore my reasoning. But it didn't matter what she thought. I know why I say the things I do.

She had forced me into a date, forced me into a second situation of truth. I tried to avoid the subject, and she knew I wasn't one for conversation. But she asked.

"I want to know how you feel. About me."

She didn't like my answer. I knew from the second I started answering that she wasn't satisfied. I wasn't giving her what she wanted, what she needed. I wasn't giving her a chance to save me.

She thrives off helping people. Not just helping them; fixing them. She believes that if something is broken, she can take the moral glue she's got in her back pocket and repair the problems. And I knew she saw me as broken. Wounded.

Damaged.

But what Cameron doesn't comprehend is that I don't want to be fixed. And as much as I make it seem that I don't give a damn what she thinks, she still tries. And I want her to care.

Just not about me.