Title- Crazy In Love
Summary- House makes a drunken mistake which ruins his relationship with Cameron, will she forgive him all will she move on or will she play with his mind, read to find out. House/Cameron/Chase love triangle. with House/Cuddy and House/Stacy.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in House md. I only own the themes and ideas of this story. Warning: This story is majorly OOC and does not match any of the characters so if you don't like it please discontinue reading it. No flames allowed.
A/N: Ah yet another story please enjoy! Hey thanks to my beta 'Handsome awkward' here is a better version of the chapter.
New Years Eve at Princeton Plainsboro was certainly a dramatic one. Allison Cameron was definitely one prove that.
She had been watching House the whole time. His closeness with Stacy, something she noticed that he didn't have with her. She was focusing on him. He was the only thing she saw and she was starting to dread the jealousy that worked its way up through her body. She sucked in a deep breath and before she even let it out the count down had started.
10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" People all around shouted. Every one was smiling and laughing and giving their partners kisses.
The only thing she noticed was House's arm around Stacey's waste and his lips fused with hers. They pulled apart and House's arm was still holding his ex and his free arm reached around to grab a drink.
She left. Just to get away from the two of them. Just to try and live through the night, figure out what she's gonna do about it.
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Three in the morning left her sleepless…and House-less. She grabbed the phone from the side of the bed and dialed the number of the infamous ex and let it ring. The machine eventually picked up the call with the mundane message: Hi, you have reached the home of Stacey Warner, please leave a message after the beep and I will be sure to return your call.
"Stacey? Stacey you bitch, I know you're there! Pick up the damn phone…"
She heard a click and then a loud thump. "Cameron?" Came House's weak husky whisper.
She hung up immediately with tears in her eyes. Just knowing he was at her House was explanation enough. She didn't need him telling her any lies.
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...THE NEXT MORNING...
House awoke the next morning with a massive headache and a wave of nausea. He looked around and realized that he was in Stacey's bedroom. He let out a sigh and fell back into the pillows. Rubbing a hand over his face he decided to make sure he was right.
"Stacey?" he called out with full out dread in his voice.
"Morning Greg," she greeted him with a cup of steaming coffee.
"What the hell happened? Why am I at your house?" He asked slowly and deliberately. He looked down at the floor and noticed a towel covered in dried blood. "Oh my God…What the hell happened?" He looked at her and noticed the bruise that covered a small part of her cheek and nose.
"You happened to me." She stated with a small frown on her face. "Cameron left a message last night and you nearly bolted out the door but as I was trying to stop you and you elbowed me trying to get your arm away. I called Wilson and he came over and made sure I was okay…He helped me get you to my bed, because of your leg."
"I'm sorry." He said shaking his head gently, careful of the migraine that had developed in his head. "I…I need to get back to Cameron. You know? You do this every time you come around…"
"Hey this is not my fault you kissed me. And how are you leaving? I'M the one who brought you here."
"Don't have to worry Stacey, I'll get out of here."
"Fine! Don't blame me if you get hurt."
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Cameron woke up bleary eyed and disoriented. She noticed she was lying uncomfortably on the leather couch in the living room. Realizing she didn't dream the whole night she stood up and shook the dizziness that overtook her.
There was no way she could forgive House. He cheated and she couldn't bear the thought of waking up to him every morning knowing what he had done.
She decided to get dressed instead of worry. She did just that and fifteen minutes later she grabbed her coat and purse and headed out the door.
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House pulled out his cell phone and called the all-familiar number of his best friend and listened for him to pick up.
"Hello, Dr. Wilson speaking." Came the instant response of his friend.
"Yeah Jimmy, I need a ride out of this hell hole." House stated angrily shoving his wallet and keys in his pocket.
"Get Stacy to drop you off." Wilson said putting the file he was holding down.
"Heh. I would but …no thanks." House said with venom in his voice. "You do remember where I live don't you?"
"Yes." Wilson rolled his eyes. "I'll be there in half an hour."
House snapped his phone shut and shoved it into his jacket pocket as well.
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As Cameron drove she felt a wave of nausea hit her suddenly. She shifted in her seat and turned down the music that filled the car. The noise was making her want to vomit even more. She sat back in the seat and found the position agonizingly uncomfortable and shifted up again. Looking out the window she spotted a Rite-Aid and pulled into the parking lot.
She walked through the doors and vaguely heard the bells jingle. Her mind was reeling. She reached the aisle with Pepto-Bismol and reached out to grab it. The purple and white box behind her but in her line of vision caught her eye. She shook her head and reached for the pink medicine again. She stopped before she grabbed it and was startled at the voice behind her.
"Can I help you, hon?" An older woman, about 50, asked.
Cameron shook her head, "No, no thank you."
She turned around and grabbed the purple box from the shelf and walked up to the counter. She sat it in front of the man who clearly looked like he would rather be in bed then at work. She grabbed her billfold out of her purse and pulls out a ten.
She practically threw the bill at him and grabbed the box "It's only seven bucks." The man stated in an obvious tone.
"Keep the change." She yelled at him distracted. She entered the ladies room and shut and locked the door behind her.
After she did her business she leaned back against the wall adjacent to the toilet and slid to the floor.
She anxiously awaited the results for fifteen minutes when finally she picked up the stick.
The boy behind the counter was twisting his gum between his teeth when he heard a scream come from the bathroom. He jumped slightly and walked toward the room. He knocked on the door softly. "Everything okay in there?" He asked timidly.
He knocked again and she pulled the door open with tears rolling down her face. He looked down at her hands and saw the stick. He squinted and noticed that it had a plus sign on it. His eyes widened and stepped back from her as she practically ran out of the store.
She slammed the door of her car and jerked her seatbelt from its holder and snapped it in place. She looked down and realized that the stick was still with her. She picked it up from her lap and threw it out of her window and somewhere onto the parking lot.
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Wilson pulled into Stacey's driveway and saw House perched on the last step of her front porch. His cane was between his legs and he was bouncing it around back and forth between his hands. He glanced up at Wilson and nodded slightly.
"Let's go." He stated simply.
"Alright…" Wilson brow furrowed. "Maybe it wouldn't be the best idea to go to your house right now. She's not there, you know."
"That's not why I want to go." He sighed. He reached behind him to steady himself and pulled up to his feet. His cane was in hand and he started to walk to Wilson's car. Once inside he rested his forehead against the dash. He stayed in this position until Wilson pulled up in front of his condo.
"Jesus…" House muttered at the sight. Clothes were hanging out the window and there was a box on the front step. Shoes were strewn along the sidewalk and even his underwear was flung haphazardly around the condominium. But what caught his attention most of all was his trashed Nintendo DS that had been thrown carelessly onto the sidewalk. Obviously that was the first thing that she took her anger out on.
"She broke my DS." He stated monotonously. "Oh, man…she's going to pay for that."
"Calm down, I'll pay for the damn game."
"That's nice of you Jimmy-boy, but she is still going to pay." He looked around slowly, taking in all of the damage.
"House-"
"Don't 'House' me. Let's get to the hospital…I have a girlfriend to deal with." He bent down and picked up the destroyed game. "I can't believe she broke my DS…"
TBC...
A/N- Sorry I ended it like that and you probably don't like it. If you like the idea, let me know and I'll continue thanks. Please review.