Dark past
Disclaimer: I do not own House, or any of its storylines or characters. If I did House and Cam would be together and Stacy would be in a very distant (and hopefully miserable) universe.
Author Note: My first House fic, please read and review, any criticism welcome. Also let me know if I should carry on.
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It was a crisp fall evening and Dr Cameron was getting ready for the night shift at Elmwood Cresent Hospital. She tucked her 9mm into the strap around her ankle, chuckling. None of her colleagues would ever suspect she even owned a gun. But they only knew the happy, friendly, nice Cameron. They knew nothing of her darker past.
"How did the interview go" her friend Lissa ambushed her as soon as she was through the hospital entrance. Cameron frowned, she had known the reputation of the infamous Dr Gregory House before her interview at Princeton Plainsboro but the extent of his sarcastic and caustic rhetoric had still managed to shock her.
"I don't know" Cameron replied frustrated.
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Cameron was overjoyed when she found she had gotten the job at Princeton Plainsboro. She put on the long white coat and automatically reached for the gun, after fingering it delicately she placed it back in its box. It was time for a proper new start, not like her "new start" at Elmwood Cresent, which had been a frantic effort to forget the old, to escape the past. Which you couldn't really do when you were still too paranoid and damaged to leave your 9 millimetre at home. Of course it wasn't really paranoia if you had good reason to fear. But this time she had convinced herself that even if they had managed to track her to Elmwood Cresent they wouldn't be able to find her at Princeton Plainsboro.
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10 months later.
Cameron slammed her door behind her as a tear slipped down her cheek. When she had pushed House into going on the date that hadn't exactly been how she was planning on it going. Although thinking back she didn't know why she had expected otherwise. Did he actually believe that all she wanted to do was fix him? It was ironic that he had got it so wrong, when one of the first reasons she had been attracted to him was that he saw right through her cheery exterior to who she really was and accepted it. Okay, so some of the cheeriness was real, and House had also in a strange way reminded her of that. She fingered the corsage similarly to the way she usually fingered her gun. "Damnit" after everything how did House manage to turn her soft so easily.
The next day she prepared herself to be perfectly composed for the inquisition she was sure to get from Foreman and Chase. But something had changed, she felt vulnerable again. So she sighed, so much for the 10 months of moving on. And attached what was possibly the most twisted form of a security blanket to her ankle.