Pain
A/N: As you probably know… I don't own them….YET! (But an evil plot has been hatched-muwahaha)
The parts in italic are flashbacks, just that there is no confusion.
Chapter 2 Cameron's Flashbacks
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The ring was beautiful.
A small white gold band with a beautiful set of five small diamonds that surrounded a slightly larger blue sapphire.
She was happy; at least that was what she tried to convince herself.
Wilson was a good person, he was caring, nice, he worried, and he loved her.
And she needed to be loved. She was just to tired of being hurt.
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She sat alone in the conference room, tears streaming down her face, she tried to brush them away with the sleeve of her crisp white lab coat. The sleeve already soaked with her tears and smudged make-up.
He didn't have to treat her like that; all she had done was tell him about her feelings.
And he treated her like a piece of trash, something that hardly mattered.
He threw her feelings back at her face with disgust and anger.
She heard the glass door open and turned so she was in front of the window, whipping angrily at her tears.
"Cameron?" a gentle voice said her name as a question, as if asking her if she was all right with out really saying the words out loud.
"Hey Wilson" she turned around, eyes bloodshot and a little make-up smudged around her eyes, her nose a little red and a trace of a hiccup on her voice. "What are you doing here?" her voice gentle as she tried to calm down her soft, almost soundless sobs.
"Had a patient that was just brought in, Liver cancer." He looked tired but yet he smiled at her. He probably knew it was because of his best friend that the beautiful young immunologist sat in an empty room crying.
"Oh" she was silent again, tugging at her sleeves as a nervous habit he noticed.
He was silent as well, and then he took a few steeps forward till he was only a foot away from her.
"You want to go for dinner?"
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She heard him as he threw the pill against the glass door and looked up. He was annoyed at something. He had been like that since he woke up from his latest surgery.
Or maybe it was since the day Wilson announced their engagement.
She couldn't remember why she had said yes.
She rolled her eyes at Houseshe didn't really need his crap today. She had put up with him for too long, loved him for too long, suffered for way too long.
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Wilson knew she wasn't in love with him. Yet he sat in front of her, her hand held within his own.
He asked her to move in with him. He asked with such hope that it hurt her.
Because she didn't want to let his hopes get so high, when did they get so high anyway? They had been dating for a few months, maybe more than a few months. She hadn't really been paying attention.
He was waiting for her answer and she gave him a weak smile.
She couldn't answer him.
A week after that all her things were in his barely furnished apartment.
He snuggled closer to her, his bare chest against her back. He kissed the top of her head "I love you," he whispered against her ear as sleep took over him. She felt tears burn her eyes.
She slipped out of bed and got dressed quietly. Her watch told her it was a little after two.
She locked the door behind her and headed to the hospital, to sit in his room reading while he was still in that drug-induced coma.
She sat there till morning, her neck and back hurt. She needed to get some sleep.
"When did you get up?" his voice with a trace of laughter behind it, came from the doorway.
"Morning James" she put down the book and pretended to check his vitals.
"Come on let's go get breakfast." he put his arms around her shoulders and guided her towards the door.
She looked back at the man who lay asleep in the hospital bed, a bandage on his neck, morphine drip and a banana bag connected to his arms.
She felt like she should go back to were she sat most of the night, she should watch over him till he woke up.
But she let herself be guided out of the room, into the arms of someone else.
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She picked up the papers she was going over and walked to his office "These need your signature," she said simply and dumped the papers on his desk, scattering the pills over the desk and floor.
She ignored the fact that the pills littered his office and turned to leave.
"Cameron," he whispered, she turned around, arms crossed over her chest. But her eyes betrayed her, they were so sad.
"Catch"
She caught the white pill in her hand and gave him a quizzical look.
"You'll end up needing it more than I do" after that he turned to the paperwork.
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The question shouldn't have surprised hershe knew it was coming.
In her mind she had already said 'no', and the word was about to slip her lips when what House had said to her crossed her mind.
"Would you give it up already! Fuck Cameron get it through your head. I. Don't. Like. You."
And the hope in Wilson's eyes once again drove her to do it. She smiled a shy sad smile as he slipped the ring onto her finger. She realized she never truly gave him a straight answer; he just mistook her smiles as a 'yes'.
He kissed her hard on the lips. She almost pushed him away.
It wasn't that he was a bad kisser; it was just that he wasn't the one she wanted to be kissing.
Wilson ran around the hospital, telling anyone who would listen.
House had been the first one and she had been inside his office at the moment.
She could swear she saw jealousy and a familiar sadness cross his blue eyes.
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At home, 'James' home, she couldn't quite think of it as hers yet, she flipped through the channels, knees tucked in under her, a glass of wine in her hand.
She could barely hear James' voice as he talked about the wedding.
He was saying something about where to have it because he was Jewish and she an Atheist.
She looked down at the ring, it was beautiful. She stared down at the sapphire. Blue. All that crossed her mind were deep icy-blue eyes. Should a ring given by one-man remind her so much of another?
James would make her happy; he would care about her, be nice to her, worry about her and love her. Maybe she wouldn't hurt anymore. He would be a great and caring husband.
She had to convince herself of that, she thought, as she turned to give him a smile.
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Well apparently everyone wanted me to continue, and I have to go with the popular vote, don't you think?
So… did you like it?
Well thanks so much for 'quigles' for giving me the idea of what to write in this chapter, and also of being the beta for the chapter!
I'm working on the next chapter and it should be done soon.
Well please review!
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