Discalmer: I do not own House.
Author's Note: First time of writing.One shot in airport...Cameron is leaving Princeton and House is...I suck at short description...sorry.
"United 342 2nd calling to Gate 12!" The announcement said over the place, which was drowned with travelers. Cameron looked around, breathed in slowly.
That's it! She thought to herself. Her mother had called her a few days ago, told her that she got terminal cancer. During that few days, she made a hard decision-leave Princeton and take care of her mother. It was a very difficult choice for her; she had enjoyed working in the hospital, but decided that family was more important for her. She knew she was going to miss the different diagnosis with her colleagues. She knew she was going to miss those times on how House being sardonic on Chase, Foreman and herself. She knew she was going to miss those times where she had to rush her lunch, or got called back to the hospital during middle of the night because of the patient. She knew she was going to miss the hospital and the patients. She knew she was going to miss Foreman reading the morning newspaper, while Chase doing his daily crosswords. She knew she was going to miss how House listened to his I-Pod, or playing his PSP, or watching General Hospital.
She picked up her bags, started to walk slowly toward the gate. She did lots of things during these couple days. She had sold her nice little elegant apartment to someone else. She had wrote a resignation letter to Dr. Cuddy, who told her that if she wanted to return, she would be glad to hire her again. She had sold all her furniture and packet all her stuff. She had cried every night in her bed on the fact that her mother got terminal cancer and only got about 6 months left. Why did everybody she ever loved in her life had to die from Cancer? Was it a curse? Why? It was not fair when she had to take care Brain when he had terminal cancer, and died after they got married. It was not fair that her mother had lived a good life, didn't smoke or drink in her whole life, but got cancer.
"Cameron! Cameron!" A familiar voice called after her. She turned, and found House limping as fast as he could toward her. She stopped, waited.
"What are you doing here, House?" She asked softly.
"You going now?" House asked, his voice was a bit shaky. He sounded like he had been running to the airport to find her.
"Yes."
"What if I ask you to stay?" House looked directly in her eyes.
"House, it won't change the fact that I am going. I can't stay here and let my mother die from cancer! You can always find a better doctor than myself, you can find one with better experience, someone who don't care moral and ethical things as much as I do." Cameron replied, full of emotion in her voice.
"3rd calling of United 342 to Gate 12!"
Cameron turned and started to walk again, but House took hold of her hand. She stopped, turned back to House.
"Allison. Please, don't go." House whispered.
Cameron looked at House with her teary green eyes. She dropped her bags, and gave House a hug, she kissed him on his face, and whispered in his ears, "I love you, but I am afraid there is nothing you can do to keep me from going. I am sorry." Cameron broke their contact with each other, and bent over to pick up her bags again.
"Allison. Please. I love you!" House said softly, he was begging Cameron.
Cameron looked at House. "I always dream you would say that to me. But House, I need to go. Please, let go of me."
"Last calling for United 342!"
"I am sorry, House." She repeated, and walked away quickly, tears dropping from her face.
House stared at Cameron as she walked away, he said in a low voice, "Please, don't leave." But Cameron was too far away to hear him now.
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