OBLIVION
Summary: House tries to survive, while trying to keep his relationship with Cameron from dying out.
Rating: M
Notes to Note: Cameron/House. LOST/House crossover. Character death(s)
Chapter 2 - Reconnecting
"Oh my...God!" Cameron gasped, covering up her mouth with her hand. She willed her legs to run, but she couldn't tear her gaze from the unmoving body formerly known as Chase. Tasting bile in her mouth, she stumbled away from Foreman and Wilson, running into the jungle. Not looking where she was going, blinded by tears, she collided with a living body.
"Christ, woman! Where's the fire!" the man said, pushing her away, She kept her gaze down and saw that the man was gripping a cane. With a quiet gasp, she threw her body against his in a big hug.
"House?" Wilson said from behind the man.
"'fraid not." the man said, with a Southern drawl that Cameron had just noticed.
"What?" she said, looking up.
"Little missy just got attached to me." he said, running a hand through his mildly short hair. Cameron pushed herself away from the man and ran to Wilson.
"Name's O'Brian. Zak O'Brian. Pleasure to meet you." Zak said, limping to them, holding out his hand.
Wilson shook it and replied, "James Wilson."
"Cameron." Cameron said quietly.
"You looking for who? House?" Zak asked. Wilson nodded. "Not the famous Dr. Gregory House? He was this damnable plane, too?"
Wilson nodded again.
Zak lowered his head and said, "Sorry for your loss."
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Gregg House sat on the beach, staring out over the water. He rubbed his bum leg, trying to take his mind off the pain. His gaze flicked to the bottle of vicoden, stuck in the sand in front of him. His cane was also there, stuck upright in the sand beside him. He;d already taken two pills since he'd woken up. Only eight left now.
"Only eight left." he echoes himself, sadness in his voice. "Now..." He ran a hand through his messy and sweaty hair and fell back onto his back, his head suddenly at a man's feet.
"You the famous Doc House?" the man asked in a Southern accent. He had rather long dirty, blond hair and had a cigarette in his mouth. Them things'll kill you. He inhaled then exhaled a plume of smoke.
"Famously. I am. Famously." House replied. "You are?"
The man took the cigarette out of his mouth and wedged it between his forefinger and middle. "Name's Sawyer." he said, then added, "Famously."
House just nodded.
"People are looking for you." Sawyer said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards the jungle.
"I'm looking for people." House replied, glancing towards the jungle.
Sawyer stuck the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled again. "I saw three." he said, side-stream smoke drifting out of his mouth. "A black dude, some guy, and some skinny girl. And no one else. Hey, are you listening to me?"
House looked up at Sawyer again, diverting his gaze from the jungle, and replied, "Hanging on every word."
Sawyer shot him a glare then turned to leave. He stopped and looked over his shoulder, then said, "You ain't related to that other guy with the cane, are you?"
"Other guy." House repeated, looking for confirmation.
"Yeah, uh, Zak."
House shrugged and licked his dry lips. "You have chap stick? My lips hurt real bad."
"Go rifling through the fuselage." Sawyer said, then turned and walked away.
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House rubbed his neck as he watched Cameron walk out of the restaurant, leaving him to stand there alone. He lowered his head and looked at the check in his hand, $42.58.
"42 dollars and 48 cents." he muttered. "Thanks a lot, Allison." He handed the check to the cashier and pulled out his wallet. He paid with his credit card and left.
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"What's your problem today, House? Hard case? Hard hooker?" the bartender asked him.
"Bad date." House replied, rolling the empty shot glass on his forehead. "Leave the damn bottle, Dick."
Dick Winters Robinson, the barkeep, left the bottle of vodka as asked. House poured himself another glass and sipped it.
"Girl's a bitch?" a voice asked. House turned to a man with long, dirty blond hair and a Southern accent.
"Nope, just a hopeless romantic." he replied, almost pissed that the man that doesn't even know him would even think about commenting.
"A hopeless romantic, eh?" the man said.
"Know some?"
"More than some." he reached across a chair and held out his hand. "Name's Sawyer."
House shook Sawyer's hand. "Gregg House."
After a moment of silence and a few more drinks, Sawyer asked, "So, this girl? You like her?"
House snorted in replied, smirking."I guess." he said. "But I don't want to."
Sawyer grinned. "Tried to take her to bed?"
No reply.
"Take her. Show her a couple of stunts between the sheets that she hasn't seen and she's yours." he said, then looked towards the window as he heard a muffled scream. He looked back at House and added, "Someone's having fun."
"Funny." House said, making eye contact. "She's not that kinda girl."
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House's eyes exploded open. He was breathing hard, perspiration on his forehead. A horrible, ungodly, metallic crunching sound sent adrenaline pumping through his veins and startled him awake. He grabbed his cane and stood up, facing the jungle. He watched the trees bend and snap as something huge and monstrous crashed it's way through the jungle. Following the crunching sound, there came a loud, ghostly moan that reverberated through his body and sent chills up his spine. Cameron jumped up beside him, frightened. She whispered his name and clutched his arm. He pulled his vicoden out of his pocket and found the cap had come off in his pocket. He dug his hand back into his pocket and only found four pills.
"Damn."
