Note: This is my first House fanfic, so please be nice. I'm helplessly addicted to the show. This was meant to be a one-shot but will be in four parts. Any inaccuracies, I apologize beforehand since I have only seen up to season 2.
Disclaimer: I don't own House. (I wish I did but don't)
Pairing: House and Cameron
Feelings: Too Long IgnoredPart 1
Allison Cameron's heels lightly made noises across the hospital floor. Yet, she was quieter then most in the hospital, as her steps were slow and deliberate. Despite her measured steps, there was an almost pained expression on her face. A hard look of a woman that was about to do something that she didn't want to do. Which had the power to deplete her strength and break her.
Coming to the office, she knew House was in, she paused. She really didn't want to do this. Not tonight, not ever. But if there was one thing she was, wasn't a coward. She was a doctor and had faced possible death and accidents many times, then why was it so hard to face House?
Of course she knew the answer. She loved him like a lovesick puppy. She had from the first moment she had laid eyes on him. Even knowing she had a slim chance with him and it was possible he couldn't love. He was brutal, sarcastic and a damn good doctor. Yet, she was drawn to him, and could not let him go.
Until now. Cameron knew she had to let him go and free herself from more misery. Three and a half years was a long time to see him almost everyday and want him desperately. Some crumbs of his affection or for his blue eyes to simply glide her way.
The door was ajar and she slipped in cautiously. House was sitting on his usual recliner and the lights were dim. She was surprised to see he didn't have his game boy in hand or the ball he often threw in the air when bored. Indeed, he seemed preoccupied as if he were deep in thought.
Looking up at the sound of her coming into the room, his expression was grave for a moment before his brows rose and he smirked.
"I always knew you would come to seduce me, Cameron. But I didn't imagine it would take you this long."
Not speaking for a moment, she gathered the courage and stepped forward, keeping her voice steady. "I'm not here for that House." Pulling her resignation papers from her pocket, she held them out to him, careful to keep herself far from his body.
"This is my two weeks notice."
He didn't take the papers but shot her a pointed look. "Why are you leaving?"
"Well-I," she began, her mouth closing to a grim line. She must think of him as her boss only. That was the problem with her. She could never separate her feelings from life and her job.
"I have learned all I can," she continued, "And you don't need me anymore. Since you only hired me for my looks, it shouldn't be that hard to replace me."
"I am too tired for jokes, Cameron. Come back later and bring me coffee-black. You know how I like it."
The absurdity of his statement made her stare at him with wide eyes. Surely he could see she was utterly serious. He had always claimed to know her so well.
"I am serious House. I'm leaving."
She was surprised when he rose to his feet and grabbed his cane conviently propped on the wall near him. Now, he was close to her and looking down at her. She couldn't read the expression in his eyes but could tell they gleamed. Swallowing, she forced herself not to back up but to stare him square in the eyes.
"You're not going anywhere," he smugly said. "You love me."
Anger rose in her and humiliation.
"You're sick, House," she furiously whispered. "Using me as a crutch."
Holding out his cane, he looked down at it. "A cane would be more appropriate."
A sick feeling washed over her, as she turned her face from his gaze. Taking a few moments to steady her rolling emotions and the turmoil.
"Cameron," he continued. "We know you still love me. You're only leaving because my rejection has become too much for you. You have come to see I don't need you and you need to be needed. You're also coming to see that you can't save me, damaged person that I am. I knew everyone lied…"
"Shut the hell up," she suddenly said, surprising them both. Looking up with him with glittering eyes.
"You're right, House. I have come to see that you are a lost cause. I once told you that you were beyond love. I know you can love, just not me. So, I am leaving."
"Ah," he said. "So little Allison doesn't get what she wants so she runs off with her tail between her legs. Cameron, I am disappointed in you. I never took you to be a person who ran away when things got tough."
"Hypocrite," she gritted out. There had been so many things she wanted to tell him and now was her chance. "I am not the only one who runs, House. You run from the world by your sarcasm and vicodin. You won't let people in, so you run. We all run."
"Has anyone told you were sexy when angry?" he suddenly asked, moving away to sit back down, twirling his cane. "I won't beg you to stay. So if you have this notion in your head, you might as well leave…" His look pinned her, his eyes seeming to see through her. "You have changed."
A pause, and then, "Everyone changes, House. Good-bye."
TBC