This story is about Cameron and her old love, Joe. I'm writing this because I think they would make such a great couple, and it would be a nice change to see her with someone outside of the House cast for once. Also, I think it is so heartbreaking that circumstances beyond their control kept them from being together nine years ago. It doesn't seem like the House writers are going to be putting them together anytime soon, so I thought I'd take the liberty of doing it myself.
As always, please read and review!
"Prepare for the fireworks," Chase said, entering the diagnostics office.
"Why? What'd you do?" Cameron asked, turning around from where she stood at the coffee maker.
"Why do you automatically assume that I did something?" he asked her, a bit hurt.
"Because you have a very smug look on your face," Foreman responded.
Chase looked at the two. He'd been caught. Okay, may as well tell them. "I stole House's Vicodin," he announced proudly.
"You what!" Cameron cried, shocked. "Chase, he needs that stuff!"
"Chill, I'll give it back, but I couldn't resist, I had the perfect opportunity. It was just sitting there, unattended. Anyone could have come up and swiped it."
"Why would House leave his vicodin lying around?" Foreman wondered out loud.
"I don't know, it doesn't sound like House," Cameron replied.
"You guys are so missing the bigger picture here!" Chase exclaimed. They turned to stare at him. Chase sighed, amateurs. "This is our perfect opportunity to see him squirm!"
"Don't you remember what happened the last time he went off his vicodin? He almost killed the patient," Cameron scolded him.
"Yeah, but I'm not gonna let it get that far," Chase told her.
"On the other hand, it might be nice to see him running around barking at everyone because he can't find it. And how many times do we get to know something he doesn't?" Foreman asked. Cameron and Chase both let out small laughs.
"Allison?"
She looked up, and immediately went pale. She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Her mind raced, as she tried to regain her motor skills.
Foreman and Chase had turned around too and were now staring back and forth between Cameron and the man standing in the doorway, with confused expressions on their faces.
No, no, no. He can't be here. Not now. Not ever. She didn't know whether to run or scream.
At that exact moment, House decided to walk into the room via his office door. "Okay, who decided to steal my vicodin?" He sensed the tension in the room and noticed the look on Cameron's face. "What's going on?" he asked the room at large in a serious tone. Then he followed her gaze to the man by the door. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"Uh…hi, I'm Joe, a friend of Allie's," the man said.
"Allie, huh?" House said, amused, and looked back at his only female, and secretly favourite, duckling. "You know this guy?" he asked her.
"I…um," Cameron started.
"Y-You…" House mocked her, getting impatient. His leg was throbbing. He'd already figured out that one of the ducklings had stolen his trusty vicodin, he just didn't know whom. But he was going to be screaming bloody murder once he did.
"Allie? Can we talk for a minute?" the man called Joe asked.
Since she still was having trouble forming words, House decided to step in. "How 'bout you come back when she's coherent," he told Joe.
Joe looked at Allison for a long moment, but then nodded and left.