Chapter 36 - Reality
"What the HELL are you doing here?" asked House.
"What the hell are you still popping pills for?"
"Probably because you're here." House raised his eyebrows and leaned on his cane.
"Tritter!" shouted Cameron, "He's fine, okay? He's not hooked on vicodin anymore... just... please trust me!"
"Why should I trust you?" asked Tritter VERY interested now, "Last time I tried, you simply lied to protect House."
House and Cameron just stared at him in anger.
"You know," said Tritter, "I find it a little odd that you're STILL defending House."
"Oh yeah?" she asked, "Why's that?"
"Look at him," he replied, "He's obviously still addicted, and you've obviously changed... not for the better--"
Cameron's eyebrows rose in shock.
"I just want to know what's going on," said Tritter, "That's all."
"Yeah? Well it's not your business to know!" said House.
"It's my business to know if you're still addicted to vicodin."
House was speechless. Tritter was right. He still took the pills, not to mention Cameron was swaying in... 'the wrong direction.' "I'm not addicted to vicodin."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah," said House, 'If you haven't noticed, half of my leg is STILL missing. One thing your buddys in rehab couldn't fix." House just shrugged with sarcasm.
Tritter looked at him. "Your little girlfriend isn't looking so hot either."
Cameron's jaw dropped. How dare he?! "How dare you!"
"Dr. Cameron," said Tritter, "Let me make this perfectly clear to you--"
"Get out," said Cameron.
Tritter looked into her eyes and smiled. "Your pupils are dialated, why am I not suprised?" He laughed.
Cameron was on the verge of punching him, but resisted. She had a bit more control than House, who still suprisingly managed to keep himself from injuring the obsessed cop.
"What are you trying to imply?" asked Cameron.
"I'm trying to imply that YOU are high."
"I'm not high."
"I beg to differ."
"Get out."
"Why were you so happy? Why was HOUSE so happy? I've never seen him happy... ever."
"Times change."
"Dr. Cameron," said Tritter, "I WILL find out what's going on, and I WILL prosecute."
Afraid that Tritter might find more of House's vicodin, and possibly the morphine, House stood up from the doctor's stool. He couldn't let Tritter find out ANYTHING about Cameron.
"We had good cause to be happy," said House.
"Oh really?" asked Tritter, "It's not just the drugs talking then?"
House just stared at him in anger. "For your information, we just found out that my daughter might actually survive."
Tritter was silent. House... had a daughter? That's just wrong. Poor kid. He got up to leave, but House blocked the doorway with his cane.
"What do you want, House?"
"Appologize to Allison."
"Allison?" asked Tritter, "Since when do you call your fellows by their first names?" He was interested again.
House gulped. "Appologize to her."
"She still didn't explain the pupils." Tritter smirked and moved House's cane.
House stood up and Cameron walked after Tritter, leaving House alone in Exam Room 1.
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"What is your problem?" asked Cameron.
"Problem?"
"Yeah!" said Cameron, "We didn't do ANYTHING to you, and you just jump all over us!"
Tritter just smirked. Boy, Allison Cameron was getting VERY deffensive of House... Interesting. "House's kid... is she your's?"
Cameron glared at Tritter for a while before finally granting him an answer. She'd learned it was better not to hide things from him. Besides, she had nothing to hide... besides the fact that she was indeed high. "No."
"Who's is she?"
"Cuddy's."
Tritter tilted his head back and laughed.
"Shut up."
Tritter looked at Cameron again. "But you and House..."
"Stop it, okay?" she finally begged, "You've already ruined our lives once for no reason. Why do you have to do it again?"
"OUR lives?" asked Tritter. "More like House's life..."
"You think your little revenge only affected House?" She stared at him.
"Why do you want to be with him anyways?"
"I don't WANT to be with him," said Cameron, "I AM with him."
Tritter's eyebrows raised. "Why?"
"Does it really matter?"
"Yes."
"It's nothing I can put in words," said Cameron, "It's called love."
Tritter just smirked. Cameron was acting so foolish and immature. "You think you love Dr. House?"
"I KNOW I love House."
Tritter laughed. "Look at yourself, Dr. Cameron," he said, "You're young and beautiful. You're an intelligent, caring, and funny doctor. You could do so much better than him."
A tear slid down Cameron's face. Tritter was so horrible. "You just don't get it do you?"
"Listen," he said finally, "Dr. Cameron, look what he's doing to you. He's getting you high--"
"I AM NOT HIGH!"
"Really?"
"Really."
"I'm not going to tell anyone what he's doing to you," said Tritter preparing to leave, "But I strongly advise you to reassess your life. Look how low you've sunk, Dr. Cameron. Look where he's put you."
With that, Tritter left Cameron standing in the clinic, crying. Reassess her life?! Maybe he had a point... I mean... She loved House, but look what this relationship was doing to her! Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She cried a few more tears before finally turning around to see House, who had heard their whole conversation (the way Tritter had hoped).
"You love me?" asked House.
Cameron almost laughed as tears drowned her. She dashed up to House's office, and he followed quickly behind.
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"Ally..."
Cameron was sitting in House's chair, elbows on his desk with her face cupped in her hands. She finally looked up at House. "Greg..."
House turned to look at his glass walls. Noticing Chase and Foreman (who were busy doing charts, but still eavesdropping), House shut the blinds.
"Cameron," said House standing next to her, "What's wrong?"
"Tritter's an ss."
House laughed a bit and nodded. "I know."
"You're an ss."
"I know."
"I love you though..."
"I know."
"But I just..." Cameron relaxed her head in her arms, "I just don't know what I'm doing anymore."
"That would be what morphine does."
"House... I'm serious!"
"So am I!"
She laughed at him and stood up. She let her head fall into his chest, and House pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry," said House.
"For what?"
"The morphine."
"House... that was--"
"I'm sorry..." he repeated, still holding her, "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you before."
House could feel tears stain his shirt. "House... It was --"
"Shhhh..."
House held her close.
"I promise," she said, "I swear I won't do it again."
House rested his head on top of her's, and she continued to sob. Shocks went up and down House's leg, but it didn't matter. He'd do anything just to hold Cameron like he was right then and there.