Learning to Fall
Chapter 11-The Gun and the Firecracker
Authors Notes: This may appear a filler chapter,but it furthers the minor plot(not really the major plot I guess) I kind of have writers block with this story right now. I'm not sure how to transition it to an idea I have. So sorry...at least it's an update?
"So, where to?" Wilson asked, offering Fox a helmet. Fox smiled, climbing onto the back of the motorcycle and locking her hands around Wilson's chest. She was more confident this time, having known him for awhile.
She thought a moment, before smiling finally, "Anywhere but here?" Wilson chuckled, nodding. He slid the visor on his helmet down, and sped off.
They sped off down the street, weaving their way through the maze of the city. Fox smiled, watching the scenery fly by. It was like a world without worries. Oddly enough, it felt...right. She hadn't let it show, but she'd found herself strangely attached to this group of strangers.
It felt like she'd known them all ages. There was something about this place that was comfortable. She slid her arms down a little further, letting them rest near Wilson's waist. Before she knew it though, they were stopped.
She peered from behind the dark tint of her visor at the small corner shop. She smiled, before laughing after she realized what it was. She ripped her helmet off, handing it to Wilson as he put both away.
He smiled at her, "In the mood for ice cream?" he asked hopefully. Fox nodded, "I love the little corner shops. My dad used to take me and my sister on Saturday mornings," she explained. Wilson laughed, twisting his face, "Ice cream for breakfast?"
Fox nodded, laughing, "My dad was a kid at heart." Wilson nodded, holding the door open for her. "Did you always get the same thing?" he asked. Fox nodded, laughing, "Yup, a vanilla ice cream cone, with rainbow sprinkles. For as long as I can remember."
Wilson nodded, ordering two before turning back to smile at Fox. "So what made a girl like you want to go to Africa?"
Fox pondered a moment, tapping her hands on the counter in front of her absentmindedly. "Well," she started, "The culture." She smiled, glancing down. She felt like she had come up short in conversation again.
Wilson nodded, "Yeah. I can understand that. When I was little I always wanted to go to Egypt." Fox laughed, "To see the mummy's?"
Wilson thought a moment, "Yeah. Until I saw the horror movies." They both laughed at that, Wilson handing Fox a cone.
"Thanks," she smiled. Wilson nodded, "Let's take a walk," he suggested, holding the door to the small shop open. Fox nodded, slipping out.
"So how do you like living with Cameron?" he asked. Fox smiled, "She's a loaded gun. But I love it. I wish she would have been my roommate back in college."
Wilson laughed, "Yeah. Loaded gun, that sounds about right." Fox laughed. Wilson smirked, "So what was your roommate like in college?"
Fox laughed, shaking her head. "Long hair, like a hippie. She'd sit around and bite her toenails, like most people bite their fingernails. But she always drank red wine, like she thought it made her sophisticated. She was nice though. She'd bring home bagels for us for breakfast. She used to try and meditate to the grateful dead."
Wilson laughed, nearly dropping his ice cream cone, "And what were you like?" he asked. Fox smirked, her cheeks turning slightly red.
"Well. I was kind of quiet in high school...Except I had a handful of really close friends. With them I was kind of loud. I got to college, and kind of became a little more outgoing," she explained.
Wilson grinned, "And that means?"
Fox laughed, blushing again, "Getting drunk for the first time and passing out outside of my room because I couldn't get the door open."
Wilson laughed, "Party girl, huh?" he asked playfully.
Fox's eyes widened, shaking her head, "Not after that," she laughed.
Wilson nodded, "So did you always want to be a doctor?" he asked. Fox snorted, "Nope. It just kind of happened. Science just interested me...How about you?" she asked accusingly yet playfully.
Wilson nodded slowly, "Yeah. In the back of my mind I did. My mom used to tell me I should be a lawyer though, because I argued about everything."
Fox nodded, laughing as a man approached them. "Balloon for the lovely lady?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at Wilson.
Wilson nodded, paying him. Fox smiled, "The blue." They both laughed, continuing their walk down the street. "It's nice to feel like a kid again," Fox smiled. Wilson smirked, "I guess I know what House feels like all the time."
Fox laughed, "House is a good guy though. There's something about him that challenges me. I really haven't had that in awhile. If Cameron's a loaded gun I'm going to have to say House is like a Chinese firecracker."
Wilson popped the last of his ice cream cone into his mouth, laughing and nearly choking. "Yeah. Except the wick is always lit." Fox nodded.
"So I hear Foreman's assisting on House's brain surgery?" she asked.
Wilson smirked, "Don't tell House, Or he'll never let it happen," he warned. Fox nodded, laughing.
"The surgery is tonight anyway," Wilson trailed off, the sorrow returning to his voice. Fox nodded solemnly, rubbing a hand along his back before she knew what she was doing. He didn't shrink away though, he leaned in towards her arm, welcoming the comfort.
Cameron sat, her arms crossed and her lips pursed, "Your saying you want us all to to to Africa?" House nodded, sarcastically batting his eyelashes.
Cameron gritted her teeth, "And who else did you tell of this master plan?"
"Fox, but she suggested it," he said matter of factly, picking a loose string off of his blanket. Cameron squinted a minute, "So there isn't an ulterior motive?"
House smiled sweetly, yet mockingly, "Do I always have to have an ulterior motive?" Cameron raised an eyebrow, "Generally you do."
House snorted, laughing, "Is this returning to the conversation we had about why I hired you."
Cameron frowned, turning away before turning back to House. "You hired me because I was pretty," she said, practically glaring.
House nodded, "Well I mean, I can't look at the other two all day."
Cameron sighed, exasperated, "You didn't even consider I was intelligent?"
House grinned, "If I didn't think you could do the job, I wouldn't have hired you." Cameron sighed, "Can you just truthfully compliment someone, without beating around the bush?"
House's grin grew wider, "Alright. You have nice hair, that smells like lilac. I like the scent of lilac. I tried to find the same shampoo, but I can't. Your very pretty in general. After spending time with you, I've come to realize your one of the smartest women I know. I've also always thought you had a nice butt."
Cameron sighed, a hand traveling upwards to rub her forehead, "Is this your sick way of hitting on me?"
House frowned, "I hit on you all the time. Just subtly." Cameron frowned, letting herself think. All this time she'd been worried about impressing him, and she already had. All this time she had had feelings for House, but kept pushing them to the back of her mind, ignoring them.
Now, when she had finally let herself admit she had them, here House sat hinting he had them too.
"Why aren't you packing?" House asked suddenly. "Packing?" Cameron asked, confused. House nodded, "Have you been listening at all? Your going to Africa tomorrow morning."
Cameron squinted, confused, "You haven't made it to surgery yet, let alone out, and your worried about me going to Africa with you?"
House nodded. It was a strange moment. There was no sarcasm, nothing familiar in his eyes. This was a side of House Allison Cameron had never seen. She'd spent her time lately, trying to hide her pain and fear.
She wasn't going to let this all crash. "If I go to Africa, your going to have to promise me something," she said softly, leaning closer, nearly whispering into his ear.
House felt his breath grow shallow as he felt her hot breath on his ear. "Hm?" he returned the whisper.
"You need to promise me that I'm not going to lose you," Cameron whispered. House's eyes traveled to hers, and he nodded, cupping her chin into his hand and kissing her.
