Title: Whether you want me or not, I'm here
Paring: Thirteen and Cameron
Disclaimer: I don't own anything about the show, if I did Thirteen wouldn't be dying
Summery: AU (slightly, (I changed one decision)) Cameron wants to help, maybe Thirteen will let her.
Author's note:
(Oct, 10th, 2017) I have re-written this fic in the hope of improving it with a little bit more of a plot line and better grammar. This time around it's un-betaed so all mistakes are mine. I haven't changed much, mostly grammar, but i've added some new paragraphs and details so it's probably a good idea to read from the beginning.
I haven't added too much to some of the earlier chapters so they are still a bit short and I've kept some of the Author's notes but mostly I just want to finally have this completed after so many years. I may go back later on a do a complete re-write but for now, I'll be happy with posting the remaining chapters and finally finishing it.
For those who remember this fic, thanks for sticking with it.
For those who are reading this story for the first time, I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
I've been watching her for a while now. Ever since she started volunteering every night in the ER. It's been two months since she found out she was dying and she hasn't done anything about it. Everyone's tried to help. Kutner made her balloon animals which I thought was sweet. Taub tried talking although I don't think she heard anything he said. House told her to get over it which is just like him. Foreman offered a spot in a drug trial he's running but she turned it down. It's like trying to help her is a game of dominoes and if that's so I guess it's my turn to get knocked down.
I can't be sure but I think I know what the problem is. With everything I've observed in the past three weeks and everything my husband told me, I'm pretty sure I can actually help. I know I should at least try because I believe when a good person dies someone should notice, someone should care. The same goes for when they're dying.
It's 7 pm now, she will be here soon and I still don't have a clue about how I'm going to do this but I better think of something fast because she just walked in and is heading straight for me.
"Hi, your probably getting sick of me saying this but do you need any help here?"
Wow, she's trying so hard
"If I say no will that stop you from grabbing a file?"
"Nope" She grins
"Then please, help yourself" I smile back.
It's the same routine every night. She asks if I need help, I say yes, she grabs chart after chart till she leaves at eleven, too exhausted to say goodnight.
How do I do this?
What do I say?
She's so beautiful, yet so sad….
Vaguely my brain registers the sound of footsteps heading towards me. It's probably Jodie. Checking up on me. Trying to find some kind of weakness to exploit.
"You okay?" She's trying to look concerned for me but it's hard to miss that hopeful glint in her green eyes.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine Jodie"
"Ok, if your sure" She's trying hard not to look disappointed… and failing miserably.
"I'm sure, thanks for the concern" If only it was real
I've got to remember to stop staring at Thirteen. Nurse Jodie is already trying to get my job so I better not give her an opportunity to accomplish it or I won't be able to help anyone.
Anyway, back to work….
10:58
I've got to do this before she leaves. I thought of an idea about an hour ago and it's perfect because it only requires me to say one line.
10:59
Before I know what I'm doing, I'm walking straight towards her. A nurse tries to get my attention but I don't stop. Faster I walk, trying to catch her before she leaves. She's seen me now. She's giving me that cute, confused look she does. Probably trying to figure out what I want.
Come on, I will myself.
7 more steps…6…5…4…3…2…1
I take her hand and give her my ipod. I put a lot of carefully selected songs on there earlier.
I really hope this helps…
"You know, there are easier ways to fill the silence"
