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As a side note, I tend to write when listening to music so I am usually inspired through what I am listening. Hence, most of the chapter titles unless I note otherwise will be the title of the song I was listening to when writing the chapter.
Chapter 1- Bust Your Windows
Dr. Allison Cameron walked into PPTH fuming, two hours late, nearly colliding with a nurse.
"Sorry Dr.."
"No no…it was my fault." She rambled as she walked passed the clinic.
"Well Dr. Cameron, how nice to see you so frazzled this morning."
She stopped and sighed.
"Shut it House."
"Everything ok?"
"Like you care."
He inhaled sharply for dramatic effect.
"I'm hurt that you think I'm not capable of.."
"Just peachy" she deadpanned, cutting him off before walking off towards the ER.
Before she was too far out of hearing range he yelled.
"What happened to your hand?"
She looked down at her gauze wrapped knuckles.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Broke a couple windows." She said nonchalantly before heading off.
House stood there puzzling for a few moments.
Broke a couple windows? With her fist? Ouch. That's what crowbars and baseball bats are for…hmm must have been something terrible enough to lose rationality. Interesting.
"Hey. You alright? You've been staring off into space for a while now."
"Hmm? Oh yeah just thinking about Cameron."
"Cameron? I thought you were onto Cuddy now?"
"That's not what I meant. She just came barreling through here with busted up knuckles. She said she broke a couple windows. What person breaks windows with their fist? Unless…"
"House….leave her alone. Maybe it was an accident.."
"One window, maybe. A
couple? Don't think so."
"I don't think it's worth
losing sleep over."
"It's an anomaly. And we all know how much I love those Wilson."
"Ah yes well. Don't
you think it's a bit inappropriate for you to spend time worrying
about Cameron when you are supposed to be focusing on Cuddy?"
"Um…no,
considering there is no me and Cuddy. We kissed, bad idea. She thinks
we'd be good, I'm not so sure."
"House.."
"Look..I may care about her as a friend, but she's really more like a sister to me than anything else. I mean…why are we even discussing this? Oh I remember because you want Cuddy for yourself. That's right. You've been asking me for weeks now what's been up with us, well it's nothing. So you can sweep right in Casanova. I'm gonna go figure out a new puzzle."
Wilson sighed as he walked away.
"Oh and Wilson, you're buying me lunch today."
He stopped and looked at him incredulously.
"When do I not?
"When
I don't eat lunch with you." He said with a grin.
"Sorry I'm late."
"What did you do to your hand?"
"Accident. Was trying to put my window back on its track and my hand went right through it."
"Ooh, that had to
hurt. Need me to stitch it up for you?"
"That would be great.
Thanks Rose."
"No problem."
While the nurse went to work stitching her knuckles, Cameron replayed the events from that morning in her head.
"Cameron, are you gonna tell what really happened to your hand?"
" I told you
Rose…"
"Right, that's why the blood is fresh and there is
a piece of glass with a number on it in your hand. Looks tinted."
She
sighed heavily.
"Ok so it was a couple car windows."
"Is this still about that fight you and Chase had two nights ago?"
"You could say that…" she said softly, trying to blink back the tears.
"Oh…Al, what
happened?
She took in a deep breath to steady herself.
"The night of the fight he said he went to a friend's house to stay the night. He didn't come back to my apartment. Last night he said he needed time to think and was staying at his place. This morning I got up early to go over there and talk to him. I felt like I couldn't even remember what we had been fighting over, you know? I drove there before work, let myself in with my key, and walked in to find him passed out naked with some girl. So in my anger I broke out his driver side windows…"
"I'm sorry girl. I know that wasn't easy to see. Probably should have found some kind of object to throw at the windows instead of your fist, but I can understand how you felt."
"Yeah. Thanks for the stitches Rose."
"No problem. And if
you need to talk or anything…"
"Thanks." She said before
walking off into the midst of the ER patients.
