Title: She's the Blade
Author: Stuck In Reality
Summary: '...You see that she's surprised to see you here in her doorway. Hell, your surprised you're here too.'
Rating: PG-13 for some language
Pairings: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: I do not House...sad I know. Oh, and I don't own Sugarcult's "She's the Blade" either.
A/N: Okay well here I am again with another story but get this...it's not a one-shot! Isn't that amazing? Okay well I'll shut up now.
Chapter One: Confessions and Propositions
"Don't you make a move tonight
You can only stagger
Once she's got you in her sight
You're the one she's after
She's the blade and you're just paper
You're afraid cause she's got closer
You're back-steppin' and she's back-stabbing everything in your life
She stole everything your heart desired
Now you want it back
She stole everything your heart desired
Now you want it back..."
How that hell were you going to do this?
Sure, it had seemed easy when you were running your actions through your head but everything in your head seemed easy. That is, until it actually came to doing it...well, then it just got very complicated. You are trying hard not to back away now. You can't no matter how much you wanted to. You have to do this. You just have to. No if's, and's, or but's about it.
But how?
You had been thinking about it all day, not even playing GameBoy for once in your life because you were too preoccupied. You had thought about it while on Clinic Duty, when you were watching General Hospital, even when you were arguing with a patient's mother but still you couldn't exactly figure this whole situation out, no matter how hard you had been trying.
Wilson had sensed something wrong with you. He always knew when something was plaguing your mind. You had lied though, saying that you weren't feeling well. He hadn't bought it but didn't question you any further. If he had, you probably would have broke down right there and you couldn't let that happen. You would never admit that you were planning to get her back. He would think you were crazy or something. But were you?
She had quit hadn't she? She had to have her reasons for leaving, even if she didn't flat out say it out loud. She had wanted to leave, wanted to get out of Princeton-Plainsboro. You couldn't just go to her house and ask for her to come back. She probably had already excepted one anyways, a better one, probably somewhere away from here. Away from you.
But still, here you were sitting in your car that is parked right outside her apartment. Your hands are on the steering wheel and your knuckles are turning white since you are gripping so hard. Music is coming out of your stereo but you aren't listening. Your too focused on trying to get your ass out of the car. It's a lot harder then you think.
Finally, you pull the keys out of the ignition and the music suddenly stops, filling the car with an eerie silence. You look up at the steering wheel not sure if you'll be able to get out but you mentally yell at yourself to get out and to your surprise, your body obeys. You step out onto the asphalt and use your cane as a propping tool, making yourself stand up. You shut the car door and then gaze up at the dark apartment building in front of you. It's well past ten o' clock, your aware of that much but you know that if you leave, you'll probably never come back.
You begin to hobble towards the steps and to the entrance, each step followed by a small thud from your cane. Your slowly starting to become nervous, you can tell by the way your free hand is shaking at your side. You stuff it into your pocket and try to relax yourself as you approach the elevator. You already know what floor she's on. You've memorized it and her apartment number is flashing in your mind. 6B, floor three.
The elevator only takes a few seconds but to you it seems like it takes a few hours. You shuffle from foot to cane, cane to foot as annoying music spills from the speakers that are hidden the walls. Finally it dings and the doors slide open. You step out and begin your walk down the hallway, with each step your heart rate increases, your heart is thumping in your chest. You look at each door with a small look of longing in your eyes.
2B...
3B...
4B...
5B...
You're here. The door is dark and the gold paint on the numbers is starting to chip off. You stand there for a few minutes, taking deep breaths and telling yourself that this will be a piece of cake. You are you afterall, your don't get nervous about anything...ever.
They why do you want to run back to the elevator as fast as your cane will take you?
Slowly, you raise your hand up and rap rather hardly on her door.
No answer.
You try again and this time you hear the sound of someone moving inside.
"I'm coming!"
You take deep breaths again. It's now or never. You had knocked so now you have to face whatever will come with it.
The door swings open and there she is, standing in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a tanktop. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail and you see that she's surprised to see you here in her doorway. Hell, your surprised you're here too. Behind her you see boxes stacked upon one another, each labeled something different like 'KITCHEN' and 'PHOTOS'.
"House?" she says finally, breaking the odd silence between you too.
You stare down at her. She's much shorter then you without the high heels.
"I need you to come back," you reply. There, you got straight to the point not a 'Hi-how-you-doing-?' or even a greeting. You just said what you had to and now you feel slightly relived for a moment.
She lets out a sigh. "I can't."
"Why not?" you ask her. She has to have a reason. You know she does.
"B-Because I already accepted a new job...in Seattle," she answers, not meeting your gaze. That explains why she's all packed up, ready to get out of here.
"You could unaccept it."
"No I can't," she says flatly.
"What are you? Stupid? All you have to do is pick up the ph–," you begin but she cuts you off.
"Look House," she finally makes eye contact with you, "I quit for a reason. I just can't go back and pretend that everythings okay. Things aren't that simple."
"Well, what reason is that?" you question, looking her straight in the eye. She's quiet for a moment, as if she is unsure of what to say. She opens her mouth but closes it, looking even more confused.
"Well?" you say and she lets out an aggravated growl.
"The reason is because...well...because...because if I do go back, I'll be distracted from my work," she manages to say, looking somewhat pleased with her answer. But your not satisfied. You know that there's something else. You can just sense it.
"That's not all of it," you say.
She sighs again, her third one in the past six minutes, and motions for you to come inside. You do enter and take a good look around. The only thing that is not in one of the boxes that lines the walls is a medium sized couch. It's dark red and it seems to be fading, as if it's one of the older ones. You sit down on it without her even asking you. She sits down on the opposite end and you have the feeling that she's trying to stay away from you.
"Cameron, the department needs you back. I've interviewed one doctor after the other and they'll all idiots. They don't even know one side of the stethoscope from the other. It's pathetic!" you tell her. You see her lips curl into a small smile for a small moment and that makes you feel a lot less nervous. She doesn't say anything though and she continues to look at the wall.
"Look, I'm not going to force you to come back," -even though I really want to-,"So if you don't want me here, I'll leave. But let me tell you something, not only does the department need you," you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what your about to say, "B-but I need you to."
She looks at you for a moment, her face one of 'Are-you-lying-or-do-you-really-mean-it?'.
"Really?" she asks. You nod, finding that you can't speak.
"Well, okay then," she says and looks down at her shoes, "I guess I'll come back."
Your heart does backflips against your will and you have to bite your tongue to keep from smiling. Smiling would lead her to believe something else.
"On one condition," she says. You look at her.
"And what's that?" you ask, dreading what she's about to say. You have a vague idea what she's going to propose and you know your not going to like it.
"One date. A real one this time, not a non-one," she says. You sigh, defeated. How did you know that was coming? You knew you weren't going to get out of there without agreeing to something or another. You stand up and look down at her.
"Fine," you reply and a grin spreads across her face, "But if we end up having sex afterwards, it's your fault."
You wag a finger at her and she looks abashed. You stumped her, rendered her speechless. You make your exit, knowing she won't be able to say anything for awhile, closing the door behind you. You make your walk to the elevator and when you step inside and the doors slide shut behind you, you feel you let out a breath of relief/irritation. You lean against the side of the small box and watch the numbers light up as you go down one floor after another.
Things were getting complicated now.
"One by one you count the fights
Doesn't even matter
That she's got you by surprise
Misery's your master
She's the blade and you're just paper
You're afraid cause she's got closer
Your back-steppin' and she's out wrecking everything in your life
She stole everything your heart desired
Now you want it back
She stole everything your heart desired
Now you want it back..."
A/N: Well, there you go! Hope you liked it and now go review because reviews make me happy so the more, the better!