Sorry for the late update. I shouldn't really be doing this right now either since I have a lot of tests to study for. But here is another chapter and I'll try to get one up tomorrow too! Deal? ) This one is a flashback to the night. Not pleased with it, but I needed something to work on so; here it is. Next chapter will adress Cameron's pregnancy and the prospect of her abortion. I promise you it will not be left hanging like that!
8.Christmas Eve, one month earlier
She smiled sadly as she watched a drunk Santa Clause stumble out of the bar with his red hat half way off of his head.
"Poor guy" she commented, and took a sip of her beer, careful of not getting so drunk that she too stumbled out of the bar at the end of the night.
"Well, it's his own fault" called Chase, not even bothering to look at the poor man.
"Do you blame yourself for your own misery too?" Foreman asked, a little annoyed and a little drunk.
"Stop it before both of you get angry and spend all day tomorrow miserable. It's Christmas boys" she smiled, realizing that she was, even though careful and monitored drinking, tipsy.
"Right, you're right" Foreman said, cheering up slightly. "Tomorrow we're going to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, even though two thirds of us doesn't believe in God" Chase glared at Foreman, but still cheered up.
"Let's make a toast for-" Chase had raised his glass, and the rest of them had followed suit, but they were interrupted by three figures, one of them loudly cleared his throat as one of them sat down next to Foreman and Chase.
"House!" Cameron exclaimed slightly surprised and slightly happy.
"I'll join in on that toast!" House announced and stole Chase's glas and pushed it against Cameron's and then Foreman's, ignoring Chase's protests, and drank it "What the hell is this? Juice?" he asked Chase disgusted, but still drank up the rest of it.
"Its beer" Chase tried to explain meekly, but no one heard him.
"Do you mind if we sit down?" Wilson asked politely, and glanced over at Cuddy who looked embarrassed.
"Sure, have a seat, the more the merrier!" House said before anyone else could get anything out of their mouth's, Wilson looked at Cameron and she shrugged.
The evening progressed quickly, and even though no one got really drunk, the alcohol made them more talkative and everything that was said was funny. The laugh flowed, and even House was having fun.
But the evening ended after a while, and all of them decided to share two cabs and split the cost. Chase, Foreman and Cuddy lived in the same direction, whereas Cameron, House and Wilson lived on the other side of town, but slightly more spread out.
They dropped House off first, he slammed the door shut before either of them had a chance to say goodbye, and hurried inside to continue his evening with a bottle of scotch and watching a sappy Christmas movie since his Tivo had suddenly stopped working a few days before.
Next it was Cameron's place, and she stumbled out of the cab, and hurt her wrist and cut her hand open when she put it down on an extra sharp stone.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, and sat down on the ground, her feet still inside the cab. "I'm bleeding" she confirmed in an amused tone.
"Let me see" Wilson demanded softly, and she held up her hand, ignoring the cabbie's annoyed expression. "Let me come in and help you with that" Wilson began to pull out his wallet.
"No, you don't have to, I'm a doctor" she giggled.
"Yeah, yeah, c'mon I'm trying to be a gentleman here" he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Fine, but then I'm paying for your cab home" she argued.
"Fine, we'll talk about that later" he settled, and handed the cabbie his money before helping Cameron off the ground, and then they disappeared in to the building.
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"Ok, I admit that I did make out with a... jock, as you so friendly put it, when I was in high school" she said while laughing, tilting her head back to rest on the back of the couch
"I knew it" he said with a smile, he couldn't help that her laugh was infectious.
"I need to clean my ceiling" she suddenly said, he raised his eyebrows, before sitting down next to her so he could look up at the ceiling too.
"Huh, you're right" he agreed thoughtfully, and sighed contently. They both stayed like that, looking up at the ceiling, Wilson looked over at Cameron every once in a while, looking at her lips as she took heavy breaths, and watched her as she closed her eyes and slowly started to drift off. He couldn't help himself when he reached over and kissed her.
She didn't object, so he pulled her so that she was facing him, and tried to open her mouth, he had always wanted to know how she kissed, how her lips would feel against his. That caused her to pull back and look at him apologetic.
"Maybe you should... go?" she said, and started to stand up, suddenly sobering up.
"Is it House?" he asked, getting a bit frustrated.
"No, it's not House" she answered defensively "I just don't feel for you that way" she explained, feeling that if he didn't leave soon things might get ugly. Maybe alcohol and Wilson wasn't a good mix.
"You don't love me?" he asked a bit tauntingly, his mouth twitched into a smile, or maybe it was a smirk. She couldn't tell on Wilson, Wilson didn't usually smirk.
"Dr Wilson you really need to leave" she said standing in front of him. He looked at her and then stood up, looking down at her.
"I'll leave when I want to leave" he put a hand on her shoulder, which she quickly brushed off.
"If you don't leave now I'll call the police" she warned in a low voice, and took a step back. He followed her.
"Allison" he said with a disappointed sigh, letting one hand brush against her arm.
"Please leave Dr Wilson" he ignored her and quickly pressed his lips against her before she had a time to react. She strained to pull back, pushing against his chest, a futile fight, since he was much stronger and heavier than her. "What are you doing?" she asked him, her voice trembling because she couldn't find a way to get control of the situation.
His hands landed on her waist, one hand went under her shirt, feeling the hot skin under there. She saw her chance to break free and ran for it, her first thought was to flee into her bathroom, but she remembered that the lock was broken, she had no where to flee, she had already ran past the door. There was no going back.
She stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning around to see if he was coming after. Who was this person? This couldn't be the gentle, caring and loving doctor that was the gruff un-caring doctor's best friend; she had no idea what had caused this change.
He was standing right behind her, and this time he wasted no time in pushing her up against the wall and getting rid of her shirt, pulling it roughly over her head, she let out a scared yelp, trying to push him off of her.
"Please stop" left her mouth, over and over again as she fought "Help!" she also tried to scream many times, hoping that someone would pass outside her door- but that was highly unlikely since she was living furthest down the hallway, and both of her neighbors were out of town or staying at their girlfriend's place. No one was there to save her from the loving doctor.
He pulled her the rest of the short distance into her bedroom; she broke free and tried to run away from the room, dressed in only her pants. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back, pushing her onto her own bed. She saw her cell lying on her night stand she tried to reach for it but only pushed it on the floor, and the glass on it fell over and emptied it of water.
He grunted and grabbed her hands, holding them above her head, pulling her pants open, ripping the button and yanking down the zipper. She cried, now she could only hope for a miracle.
As he undressed himself she looked past him and up, fixing her gaze on the white ceiling.
Everything was white until it turned black.
She hated him, that was her last thought before she passed out from exhaustion, alcohol, fear and pain- hoping that the sleep would last long
