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Chapter 2.
The buzzing from his alarm clock flooded his room drowning him in the painful sound. Violently hitting the alarm he was able to tame the beast that awoke him at such a horrid hour. Why did he want to wake up so early anyway…oh yeah, change and all that jazz…blah. I need sleep to change, not to see the sunrise...snooze button, meet my right hand.
Three hours later, House was making his way to the elevator in the main lobby of PPTH, leaving a trail of water and Cuddy behind him. The weather was absolutely miserable.
Ironic, isn't it.
He was turning over a new leaf today, he was going to open up to someone and the clouds were closing him into a world of depression. The storm stretched across the sky and had no intention of letting up anytime soon. Neither did Cuddy.
"House. HOUSE!"
With a grimace and quick curse towards the unopened door in front of him, he turned to face the Dean.
"Why, hello, Dr. Cuddy. How are you and the girls this morning?"
"Great, House. But I need you in the clinic now. You got away with not doing your shifts because you had a case for the past week, but now that you are case less all of your energy need to be spent doing the work that you owe.'
"But…"
"No buts House. I'll be checking up on you all day, don't even think about sneaking off somewhere." And with the turn of her heel she was gone. He had other plans today; he was not going to waste his energy on Cuddy. Not today. With a sigh of defeat he pressed the up arrow once again, causing it to glow a dull orange. During her rant, the elevator had came and went, leaving him to wait once more.
Rain and Cuddy, and now clinic, this was going to be a long day.
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Twelve patients, six cups of crappy coffee and one nap later, House was ready for lunch. So he went to get his wallet in Wilson's office…
Barging through the door to Wilson's office, which was oddly not made of glass, he was greeted with an empty room.
Ok, not to worry, I will just go to the café by myself. I DO NOT need Wilson to by me food…
Just as he turned back to the hallway after closing the door, he was face to face with who he was looking for. Wilson was hold a bottle of water and a Caesar salad in his hands, with a questioning look gracing his face.
"What were you doing in my office?" then with the wave of his hand, 'You know what, never mind, it's a stupid question."
"No, nothing, I was just looking for you."
"Sure you were, now empty your pockets, what did you take?'
"Wilson, there is nothing in my pockets. If the nurses are saying anything about a sock, it's a rumor I swear." He finished with a grin and limped away, leaving Wilson to his office.
His uneven gaits lead him to the cafeteria at its busiest time of the day. Everyone was there at 12:30 from grieving family members of dieing patients to nurses in which House had talked to one time too many. Grabbing a green tray from the stack he made his way to through the line snatching a hopefully pickle-less Ruben and a water along the way. After coughing up three dollars and seventy-five cents for his lunch he turned to face his newest challenge.
Getting a seat.
The structure and setup of the cafeteria made it difficult for an ant to travel through let alone a 6-2 man with a cane.
Scanning the crowd his eyes found safety where they always could.
Cameron.
From across the room he could easily sense her discomfort. Some pig-headed doctor was attempting to hit it off with Cameron. His Cameron.
Ok, she isn't mine anymore, she is in the ER. But whatever, she doesn't want to talk to the jerk and I'm trying to be a friend today. A friend would…help her…I guess.
It seemed much to cliché for him to go over and rescue Cameron from this jerk, but it was demo day, he mind as well give it a shot.
A shot, I could use one right about now…never mind focus…Weaving his way through the maze of tables, he kept his eyes locked with hers. Staring at her was like holding a hot pan, it was so hot you wanted to drop it, but you couldn't drop it, for you would ruin a delicious meal. He could never drop her stare.
As he made his way over to her table he was thinking up as many possible witty remarks to through at the guy in order to send him running, but it was not needed. For once he reached his half way point through the cafeteria the jerk was on his way out the door.
With a quick nod towards Cameron he took the now empty seat across from her smiling face. A smile that he told himself, was only for him.
"Thought I was going to lose my cane once I got here…" she gave him a quizzical look and he continued, "it was going to be up that guys ass if he didn't get out of here before I came over." He hid his smirk by taking a large bite from his Reuben.
"What are you doing here House, and don't tell me you were coming to save me from McAsswhole…"
"Why can't I just come and eat lunch with a friend?"
"It just doesn't sound like you that's all."
"Well maybe it can sound like me. It's nice to have more then one friend, or so I've been told. Plus, now that I don't have to boss you around anymore, I might be able to tolerate you in an outside of office environment."
"Tolerate me? I'm the one who had to tolerate you everyday." The annoyance in her voice never reaching her eyes.
"And yet, you haven't got up to leave, now have you …" She finally broke his gaze and took a bite of her salad. "That's what I thought."
He took a long swig of water, like this will calm my nerves, as silence fell between them.
"Sooo…Cam, what's the latest gossip of PPTH?" She gave him another questioning look, "What, this is what people talk about, isn't it?"
"Yeah, never mind." She wasn't going to push the fact that he was actually acting like a human being. After four years of working for the most complicated man on the planet, she did learn a thing or two. If he was going to talk, she was going to let him. "But did you hear about the new doc in Peds…?"
With the shake of his head they began a mutually friendly conversation about the gossip that was making its way through the hospital staff. It was surprisingly comfortable. And the close observer would be able to catch the small grin gracing House's lips.
How can the most unimportant conversation hold all the importance in the world? It wasn't like they were discussing feelings, emotions or anything remotely deep, but some how this conversation mattered. At least to House it did.
He was eating with a friend.
Who wasn't Wilson.
The demolition had begun. He hadn't brought out a wrecking ball or anything, but for the first time in his life, he had a hammer handy if he wanted it.
And he actually wanted it.
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