A/N: I've recently been reading heaps of fics based on Control, and I just had to write this.
"People…dismiss me. Because I'm a woman, because I'm pretty, because I'm not aggressive. My opinions shouldn't be rejected just because people don't like me."
She sighs in clear frustration. She thinks what she says is true. I shake my head inwardly. How little she knew.
"They like you. Everyone likes you."
Yikes. Big mistake. She's looking at me oddly. Better to run away, so I turn to leave.
"Do you?"
Why? Why must she ask me such questions? What the hell does she want me to say?
And what kind of stupid question was that? It's blindingly obvious. A 'yes' would do nicely. She'd like that. She'd maybe give me a hug, and move on. She'd maybe smile appreciatively, and walk away. Or maybe she'd burst into happy tears, and never let it go.
"I have to know."
She's getting closer. Maybe I can say it.
I try to say yes. Just to see what her reaction is. But it won't come out. It gets stuck, halfway. There's silence. She won't drop it. She looks at me serenely.
Well, there's only one way out of it. I can't say yes, so I'll just have to say,
"No."
It comes out harsher than expected. She looks crushed. I'm sorry. I really am.
She swallows and smiles slightly, weakly. Looking at the floor, she nods.
"Okay."
As she walks away, I feel my heart give a jump. I sigh.
"House?"
"U-huh?" I answer distractedly.
"Have you done your clinic duty?" Scathingly, doubtfully, Cuddy asks a question, which, surprisingly, I answer truthfully.
"Yes."
Why can I say it when it doesn't matter?
A/N: Couldn't resist. Extremely OoC, I really don't care. And can someone tell me, did I imagine that smile Cameron gave him, or not? Because in all the fics I've read, not one of them mentions it.