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Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play.
Author's Note: Sorry about the mean cliffhanger peoples! But you might all hate me more now…Read and find out why…
To ACMD: That's actually a real pickup line. Got it off a list somewhere. Cheesy, but one of the sweeter, nicer ones out there.
To Patricia L. Bryans: LMAO at the song. Cute, thanks!
To everybody else that has reviewed: THANK YOU: - ) Love you all! You make a writer feel so good!
What on Earth Were You Thinking?Stupid, stupid, stupid, House thought to himself. Stupid for kissing her, even more stupid for just up and leaving!
Yes, he did the worst thing possible after kissing a girl. He walked out on her.
So he kissed her. His wall crumbled and he just grabbed her. He couldn't help himself. And Cameron didn't help things by completely melting into his embrace. It was the most amazing thing House had felt in a long time. He pulled away and looked into her big brown eyes. Then it hit him. "Oh God, Cameron…I shouldn't have done that." He started to back out of the room.
"House—wait—"
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean…" He grabbed his coat and bag. "I have to go."
"Wait…House…wait one minute. Please don't—" The door slammed shut. "Leave," she whispered into the now empty apartment.
At this point in time, he rated himself lower than dirt. Especially since she practically begged him to stay. Now what was he going to do? Not that he didn't want to kiss her. No, he didn't mind that one bit. There was the whole work issue. Things would get awkward. That's right, Greg. Tell yourself that's the reason you ran away. It's a bit late for 'awkward' now, you moron.
The real reason was that he always winds up pushing people away. That's why he hadn't had a relationship since Stacy. That's why the only people who could take him were Cuddy and Wilson. Well, Cameron, too. Lately she has been giving as good as she got. He just didn't want to hurt her. Again, it's a bit late for that!
House sighed. No, those reasons weren't right. He felt the truth in his stomach like a lump of coal. He wasn't strong at all.
What it actually came down to was that he was a coward.
Things would get interesting when she got back to work.
Thursday
"Soooo… how was your weekend?" Dr. Wilson caught up to House as he entered the elevator.
"How on earth do you manage to get here so early? Do you sleep here?"
"Sometimes. Anyway, you didn't answer my question."
"Fine. Boring. Same old shit, different day."
"Hmm. I know you better than that. You didn't come to work on Monday."
"So? You weren't here on Tuesday and Wednesday. Were you at some big orgy and forget to tell me?"
"I was at a seminar. You took a personal day. You don't take personal days. You like to spend every minute torturing every person here in some way or another."
"I needed a break to think of new material."
"Mmmmhhhmmm." They exited the elevator and walked towards his office.
"And what is that supposed to mean," House asked.
"It means, 'I don't believe a goddamn word you say.'"
"Like that's anything new."
"Does this have to do with a certain someone who was out for a week?"
They stopped in front of his office and looked at each other. "I have no idea what you are talking about," House said and turned to go in his office. Then he stopped.
Cameron was in inside answering his mail.
"Aww, crap."
"I guess my assumption was correct," Wilson said with a triumphant smile.
"Shut up and come inside."
"Ooooh no. I want no part of this."
"Just help me out right now, and I'll tell you the whole story. Well, most of it."
Wilson thought for a minute. "Throw in lunch and you've got a deal."
"Fine."
They both entered the room.
"Good morning Dr. Cameron," House said as cheerfully as possible. "Glad to see you are feeling better."
"Hey, Dr. Cameron, good to see you up back," said Wilson. "Foreman and Chase were starting to get boring having only each other to pick on all week."
Cameron got up to leave the two men alone. "Thank you, Dr. Wilson. Nice to see doctors who care about people around here." House cringed.
"That's why we're doctors," he said, glancing over at House.
"Yes. We take care of people physically and emotionally." Stress on the "emotionally". She opened the door to leave. "Have a good day, Dr. Wilson."
Wilson waited a minute after she left, turned to House and said, "What the hell did you do to her? She was colder to you than Antarctica!"
House sat down and put his head in his hands. "It's a long story."
Looking at his watch, Wilson said, "It's 9am. I don't have a patient until after lunch. Start talking."
"And then… we kissed."
"We or you?"
"We… I kissed her."
"House, she had the flu."
House gave him a scathing look. "Obviously, that's the least of my worries!"
Wilson laughed. "Yes, I'd say you're right about that." He paused. "So what else did you do?"
"What? Nothing! Nothing happened."
"Okay, House, you're leaving something out. She has a huge crush on you—everyone knows it. So she wouldn't be pissed at you if you kissed her."
"Go on."
"And of course you like her too—"
"I do not 'like her'!"
"Obviously," Wilson commented dryly. "As I was saying, you both like each other. What aren't you telling me? Because something else had to happen for her to be the Ice Queen to you today."
House mumbled something unintelligibly.
"Could you repeat that?"
"I said, 'I kind of freaked and walked out.'"
"YOU DID WHAT? House, you don't do that to a girl!"
"Could you keep it down? Like I need everyone to know I'm a bastard."
"Well, they already know that. I think this would be classified as scum."
"Thanks."
Wilson shook his head and laughed.
"What now," House said, scowling.
"I wish I could have been there to see you get all flustered! That would have been classic."
"I am glad you are enjoying my discomfort."
"Now you know what it feels like."
Cameron didn't even know what possessed her to do his mail today. Sit in his office and wait for him. To talk things out? Actually, she didn't know if she wanted to talk to him or not. Thankfully, Wilson had saved her from that uncomfortable situation for at least a while longer. Unfortunately, they were going to be alone at some point. It never failed. It's like he sought her out when she was working by herself. Not that she didn't to the same half the time, mind you. But they were eventually going to have to talk. Then it could get ugly.
Like he didn't know she would be supremely pissed at him. She was confused when he walked out on her. First came the hurt and sadness, then she shame, and finally extreme anger. If there was one thing Cameron hated, it was having her emotions toyed with. And House was doing a superb job at just that.
She sighed. I guess this is what happens when you try to get involved in ANY way with Dr. Gregory House.
But she wasn't going to take this lying down. Cameron wanted--needed to know what he felt. There was obviously something there. She was pissed, yet curious. So she was going straighten her spine, dig deep down and be the biggest bitch possible. Why? Because she knew it got to him. Worked last time, she thought to herself with a little smile. And then maybe I'll finally find out what the fuck is going on in his head.