Title: Reactions
Description: It's a bad day. The weather is horrible and Cameron doesn't want to hear House's sarcastic remarks. She just wants to be left alone, but why? Will House just leave everything as it is or will his curiosity get the better of him? House/Cameron.
Author's Note: I've been wanting to write a house fic for a while, but I could never really figure out what to write or how to write it. This is my first House fanfic, so if it's flawed… well, it happens, so be nice. Please review. This fic will probably be three to five chapters long… just to let you know.
PS – I should be writing my Harry Potter fic, but I've got some writer's block with that so I got an idea for a House fic and I'm going with it.
Chapter 1 – Bad Weather
Allison Cameron sat in the driver's seat of her car which was sitting behind four cars and waiting for the light to turn green. People walked by on the sidewalks, umbrellas in hand. The sky was grey and dismal and rain poured from it. The people on the sidewalks had to jump over the puddles that were already deep even though it had only been raining for twenty minutes. In fact, it began raining as soon as Cameron stepped outside and she had to make a dash to her car.
"Great," she thought, "A perfect start to another perfect day."
She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the drums playing on the song that was on the radio; currently she was listening to Tom Sawyer by Rush. Watching the rain fall, she mouthed the words to the song soundlessly and her attention drifted away from the world, more specifically the road and the people in the cars behind her. However, she snapped back into reality when the cars behind her began honking.
"I hate people. I really liked that song," she thought.
A few seconds earlier, the song had switched to one of Linkin Park's older songs that she thought was rather outplayed. Nevertheless, she soon found herself humming along with it and decided not to change the station. Five songs later, which was the equivalent of thirty-four minutes, she arrived at the clinic. Shutting off her car, she grabbed her bag and a pile of papers and headed inside.
On her way to the door Chase had just gotten out of his car and was making his way inside as well.
"Good morning," he said with a folder in one hand that was covering his face from the rain.
She nodded, "'Morning. You know, there is such a thing as an umbrella."
"I don't see you with one."
"I don't mind the rain."
"Oh, I see how it is."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He just shook his head thinking it would be funny to pester her a bit.
"Fine," she said and turned away to find a different route up to House's office to see if he had arrived yet.
Unfortunately, both she and Chase arrived at House's office at the same time. Cameron rushed in and pushed the door closed behind her.
"What?" House said. He was leaning back in his chair, twirling his cane like a baton. "Are the two love-birds fighting?"
"Love-birds?" Cameron asked, "I don't see how anyone could love him."
"What's got you in a bad mood? Look outside… we've got perfect whether and tons of sick people to treat." House said sarcastically.
She looked out the window, "Oh yeah, great weather."
"I thought you liked the rain," Chase sat down and picked up the newspaper which was sitting on the desk in front of House.
Cameron decided not to answer. Instead, she sat down on the chair by the computer and sat the pile of damp papers down on the desk. She yawned.
House got up and handed her a cup of coffee which she took and held up to her lips, about to take a sip. House then interrupted her.
"Stop, I poisoned it!"
She put it down and turned around, "What?"
"I'm kidding."
She picked the cup back up and took a sip; it was quite refreshing.
"But, you shouldn't eat food that you get from strangers."
"You aren't a stranger," she said and began to check his email.
"But he is strange."
Foreman came over and sat down in one of the chairs that weren't taken.
"You think so?" House asked, though not really expecting a response.
Chase sat there, reading the newspaper. Cameron was responding to House's emails and House was sitting there, staring out the window and twirling his cane in one of his hands. In the other he held a half-full cup of coffee which he would take a sip of now and then. Foreman was sitting there impatiently, waiting for someone to say something or do something. After a while, he finally gave up.
"So are we just going to sit here or what?" he asked.
"Well, whatever suits you," House said. "As for me, I think I'll just sit here until Cuddy finds out I'm skiving off Clinic duty."
"We're supposed to be helping patients."
"Whatever suits you."
Foreman got up and walked out of the room to go and do his job.
"So, I guess we'd better get to work too, then. Foreman will probably tell Cuddy and we'll all get in trouble."
Neither Cameron nor Chase said anything in response, so House grabbed his Gameboy off the desk and turned it on as he walked down the hall. He met Cuddy on his way downstairs.
"Well look who decided to show up for work this morning," she greeted him.
"Fine, I'll put the Gameboy away if you spare me the "talk." You already reminded me how much work I have to do. I'll be good today and only because I can't wait to go to the movies tonight."
"What?"
"It's movie night; Wilson's going to meet me at the movies. We're going to see Batman!"
Cuddy rolled her eyes. "Guys and action movies," she thought, "Well, at least he said he'll do his job."
"That's great," she said, "You've got a patient in room two. As for me, I've got something for your team to do… a special case."
"Let me guess, someone paid the hospital big bucks so you're giving them top treatment…"
Cuddy didn't say anything, she walked away.
Meanwhile, upstairs Foreman had returned and Cuddy was coming into the room right behind him.
"Good morning," Cuddy said.
The only person who really responded was Foreman who said, "Hello Cuddy. Good morning."
Chase said, "Hmmm…" and glanced over.
Cameron just gave Cuddy a quick glance and then continued what she was doing.
"Wow," she said to herself, "Must be the weather. Anyway, I have a task for you." She handed Foreman a beige folder, "I trust that you three will figure out what's wrong and find a fast solution. I want Mr. Burrow to be taken care of and treated kindly and please try not to make mistakes. This man is very important to the hospital."
All three of them nodded and she shrugged and left.
Foreman looked over the folder and shrugged and then handed it to Chase who read the first line and then decided he didn't feel like reading it now and so he tossed it on the desk and it slid over to Cameron who picked it up and read it thoroughly twice, stopping to say "hmm" and "okay".
"Err, well…" Foreman said, "We should go now."
"You two go ahead," Chase said, "I'm almost done the crossword."
"Nice. You're supposed to be a doctor; doing the crossword puzzle isn't going to save anyone's life."
Chase replied, "Its saving mine right now… from complete boredom and from doing any sort of work."
Reluctantly, he placed the newspaper on the seat of the chair and followed Foreman out the door.
"Hey Cameron, aren't you coming?" Chase asked.
"Yeah," Cameron replied, "I'll meet you guys there."
Chase gave her a confused look, but then shook his head. "Alright," he said and he and Foreman left House's office.
Finally she was alone, just how she wanted to be. She needed time to think and try to clear her mind so she could get up and work, but it was proving to be harder than she had imagined; she was beginning to think that maybe she should have called in sick. It was more than just the crappy weather that was putting her in a sad mood.
She turned off the computer and finally decided to go see what Chase and Foreman were up to. Hopefully it wouldn't be a tough day today and she could ask House to leave a little early.
"Hey Cameron, what took you so long?" Foreman asked.
She shook her head, "Nothing, I uh spilled my coffee and had to clean it up. Hopefully House won't notice when he goes back in his office. So what've you guys found out about the patient?"
"Mr. Falli is fifty-three years old and an avid tennis player and also a lawyer who is friends with someone high up around here," Chase said, "He took the time to stress that last bit after almost everything he said. There's no family history of heart problems, cancer, or anything else, but I think we should check into that just in case he's lying… you know what House always says. We took some blood and we'll get that back soon, just get all that out of the way first and then try to solve the big puzzle as of what's wrong with him. Yeah, that's pretty much it."
"Well, I'll go see what I can dig up as far as family history and you guys see if anything interesting came up from the blood work. We'll meet back here to go over what we've found and then look at the symptoms again and see what we come up with," Cameron instructed.
"Catch'ya later, then."
"Yeah, see you soon," Foreman added.
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Author's Note: End of chapter 1. Please review and let me know what you think of it so far. )