I had a request for more. So here is an updated version of why House loves Cameron.
Many thanks to aintshesweet x for her beta-work!
I hate myself for loving you. You'll hate me for loving you too. Just wait, you'll see. I hurt people. Sometimes on purpose, other times, well, it just seems to come naturally. I am old, just look at my hair. I am miserable, just look at my Vicodin addiction. And I am a bastard, just look at my lack of friends. Those facts alone ought to be clues enough to the fact that I am not the ideal man.
I am manipulative. I made those new fellows go through hell to get the coveted spots on my staff, and then I got Cuddy too. I am the master manipulator. I manipulate better than anyone else I know. (Except you)
I am sarcastic. Every other word that comes out of my mouth is dripping with sarcasm and disdain. I can take the bright and shiny happiness out of anyone within moments. (Except you)
I am damaged. My dad abused me, I have a vicodin addiction, I have one, maybe two friends. I am the most damaged person I know. (Except you)
I am abrasive. My crude and rude comments send people running. (Except you)
I am a cripple. That alone scares
away 75 of the general population; the rest run screaming the other
direction once they get to know me. (Except you)
I
hide. I hide behind a façade of crassness. I am the best hider
I know. (Except you)
(Except you. Except you. Except
you.) I get it. No, I don't. There seems to be a bit of a refrain
in my life when it comes to you (Except you). I don't get it.
I don't think I ever will. Why someone like you would fall for
someone like me-- except maybe I already do. You are the only more
damaged person I know, and the only person I know who is better at
hiding behind a mask than me. I guess that means you might 'get' me.
But if I am me, and you are worse than me, where does that leave
us?
Are the "except yous" why I love you? Do they explain why you love me? Are there rational reasons for it? Or even one reason for it? Not knowing, it scares the hell out of me, but if you ever ask me I will deny it. I don't admit to not knowing things, let alone being scared. You scare me. Okay, you don't scare me per say. It isn't like you walk around with a knife threatening me or anyone else, or even making nasty comments generally. What you do is much scarier. You are nice. You are the exception to the rule. You bring candy canes to the office for Christmas.
I love you. For everything. For all the except yous and everything else. For your newly blonde hair (is it natural?) and your green-blue eyes that are never the same color from one day to the next. And for your never ending devotion to your patients. No matter how much I harassed you about it, it is your greatest asset.
What the hell did I just write? This sounds like a love letter! I need to tear this page out and throw it away ASAP, but only after I shred it! If anyone ever finds it I am so screwed.