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Why… Just Another Letter in the Alphabet
Chapter 4: Damn the Bad Luck
She knew what he expected of her. He was predictably unpredictable, if that made any sense. She knew he expected her to back down, smile and pretend like everything was ok. But if he wanted to challenge her, if he wanted to see if she'd push back, then she'd surprise him. She held his gaze.
After a moment, he looked away and focused on his computer, leaving her slightly confused. She had expected him to make a face or something stupid like that. Sighing to herself, she turned back to her computer, only to see her AIM blinking at her. She glanced at the clock. None of her friends every IM'ed her this time of day. She clicked on it.
GHMD: Not nice to stare.
ACam: Wasn't staring. Just observing.
GHMD: Whatever. Stop staring. We have important things to discuss and I hate talking on this stupid thing.
ACam: Then why are you?
(pause for 15 seconds)
GHMD: Because you like to.
GHMD has signed off.
Cameron was preparing to go speak to House about their short conversation when she got a page regarding their current patient. It was 4 pm before Cameron returned to the office.
While she'd been gone, Wilson's predictions came true. Cuddy dropped into House's office a little after 3 and dropped a stack of papers on his desk. "There's going to be an investigation into Ezra Powell's death, conducted by the hospital, on behalf of the family. So I suggest you get your story straight." She told him, shooting him a stern look as she left.
"Oh goody." He muttered, flipping through the papers. After a brief glance through them, he knew it wasn't going to be good for Cameron. He propped his feet on his desk, steepling his fingers, he rested his chin on top of his fingers debating what this was going to mean for her, and as much as he wanted to deny it, what it was going to mean for him.
At 4 pm Cameron strode into the empty conference room. House's office was dark and the blinds were drawn. She stilled her motions and listened for a moment, checking to see if she heard music coming from his office. Nothing. Guess he's skipped out for the day.
She couldn't deny the flicker of disappointment she felt at her realization. She'd thought he'd still be here, she'd wanted to attempt to clear the air, put meaning to the quick conversation, in effect, she wanted to fix things.
She sighed, gave the room one last glance and grabbed a few files, deciding to check up on a few patients before she headed home.
"What, you weren't even going to say hi? How rude." A voice came, stopping her mid door pull.
She cursed herself for allowing the brief chill that ran down her spine at the sound of his voice.
She could either keep going or turn around. Who're you kidding? You aren't leaving. She sighed and turned.
He smiled at her expression. That's my Cameron. "What are you still doing here? It's 4, shouldn't you have left over an hour ago?" She questioned, knowing her words would elicit a rise of some sort out of him.
"Well, I was right in the middle of planning a very elaborate escape plan when Cuddy came in and spoiled all my fun." He retorted as he limped to the conference table.
Cameron followed him, a little confused by his words. "Cuddy's never exactly stopped you before." She pointed out.
He didn't say anything, just slid a file across the table to her.
He waited until she flipped it open. Her face went white and she lifted her eyes to meet his. "Busted." He whispered quietly.
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