Lonely
"Consider this my two weeks notice."
"You're fired." "My resignation letter…I've gotten all I can from this job."
House sat in his office, nursing another glass of scotch. He had sat in his patient's room for awhile, before moving back to his office.
They were all gone. His whole team.
Fuck. He let his head slide back to rest on his chair as he swirled his drink in his glass.
He had had a feeling for awhile that Foreman was going to leave. He had known from the day he hired him that he wouldn't be around long.
As for Chase, he had been looking for a reason to fire him since he walked in on him and Cameron in the janitor's closet.
And then there was Cameron. His only female duckling. The only one who had always stood behind him. The one who had been a faithful underling. The one who had defended him time and time again. She had done all this and he had let her go. He had let her leave.
"People pray to God, so he won't crush them like bugs. I'm not going to crush you…"
When she had handed him that envelope he had wanted to tear it up. Wanted to tell her that she wasn't allowed to leave. That she couldn't leave. He had wanted to ask her to stay.
But he didn't.
"I'll miss you." Leave it to Cameron to leave with words like those. Words so small, yet sharp enough to cut through him like a knife.
"All change is bad? It's not true you know."
Oh Cameron…
Setting his glass down he picked up his phone. He stared at it for a moment, before turning it over in his hand several times. He was about to set it down in exchange for his glass of scotch when something Cameron had said popped into his mind.
"I expect you to do what you always do. I expect you to make a joke and go on. I expect you to be just fine."
Flipping open his phone, he quickly hit the keys for a text message. He stared at the screen for a moment before hitting send. He sat the phone down before standing from the chair and venturing off to the bathroom.
He would spend the night here, he decided. He was too tired to drive. Plus, he didn't want to go home. To sleep in the bed where Cameron had sat next to him just weeks before.
To: Cameron
You're not just a piece of lobby art. And I won't be just fine.
From: House
