Summery: Just
read…
Spoilers: Up until "Control"
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: You know I don't own it! I play.
Author's Note: I really don't know how much longer this will go…I'm sure dragging it out enough though! But I'm having fun doing it! Hope ya'll like this next installment! ; - )
Face Off"Wow. Look at her go!"
House whirled on Wilson, eyes flashing with fury. "You planned this. You knew she was going to be here. You set me up."
"No way, House. I swear on my life. I haven't been talking to her. She's been avoiding me like the plague, too."
House turned back to the dance floor, still stiff and agitated.
"Wow. Is that… jealousy I see? Or do you really not like her?"
"Go away before I hurt you."
Wilson smiled as he dropped some tip money of the bar. He stuck his hands in his pockets and whistled a little tune as he walked out. No, he hasn't been talking to Cameron. But Foreman sure knew what she was doing this Friday night.
It felt good to get out. She asked Foreman and Chase if they wanted to go out with her, but they both declined having other plans. All the better. She needed some alone time.
"Hey, baby, wanna get out of here and have some fun," asked the drunken guy she was dancing with.
"No, I'm just fine here," she said with a smile.
He pulled her in tight. "How bout a little kiss then?"
Cameron tried hard not to retch at the stink of beer on his breath. "Ahh, sorry I don't kiss guys I've just met." She kept pushing at his chest, but he wouldn't let her go. "Hey, I said 'No'!"
"Awe, come on, it'll be fun."
"Ugh! No!" She finally pushed out of his embrace. She turned to walk away. He grabbed her arm and wretched her back to him. "You know you want to."
"Now, I may have been across the room, but I believe all of the pushing and shoving on the lady's part means no."
They both turned around to see House standing next to them. He was holding himself stiffly. But not because of the pain in his leg, she thought. His eyes were bright with anger.
"Who are you, her dad? Back off old man." The guy turned his attention back to Cameron.
Then there was a tapping on his shoulder. "What the hell do you think—"
He didn't finish as House's fist smashed in his nose.
"Let's go," he said, grabbing Cameron's arm.
When they got outside, she wretched out of his grasp. "That's it! What is with all the arm grabbing? In the past 2 weeks, I've been grabbed and pulled around more times than I can remember!"
"Sorry 'bout that."
"And why are you following me?"
"Oh, you're welcome for being saved from a date rapist."
"I could have handled it myself."
"Yes, you were doing fine. You always do fine," he said with a roll of the eyes.
"I just needed a –"
"No," he snapped. "What you need to do is admit you need help sometimes."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't need anything, especially from you?" She started to walk away.
And he followed.
"I am not going to leave you alone until you talk to me."
"Am I going to have to get a restraining order against you?"
"Well, that would be fun since we work together."
Cameron stopped and faced him. "What do we possibly have to talk about?"
"What happened the other night."
She let out a non-humorous laugh. "You made abundantly clear what you thought about that."
"Yes." House cleared his throat. "I think I might have made a mistake."
"A mistake? You humiliated me," she said through her teeth. "You've done nothing but toy with me and mess with my emotions since day one. And now you want to 'talk'? I don't think so." She turned to walk away again.
He watched as she walked away. As he stared after her, Wilson's words ran through his head. "Then you're going to die a bitter, lonely old man."
No. No he wasn't. He was going to get through to her. Tonight. Even if it killed him. "Suck it up," he muttered to himself. "Life's too short,"
Moving as fast as his leg would let him, he chased after her. "Cameron. Cameron, wait!"
She turned around so she could walk and talk to him at the same time. "What don't you get about me not wanting to talk to you? Weren't you the one preaching about 'no' earlier?"
"I would like to talk like two human beings for once and not argue. It's getting old."
Cameron scoffed. "Yeah? Since when?"
He began to catch up as she crossed the next street. "Since I don't want things to be like this anymore. We need to—ohshit." As he crossed the same street, he stepped in a pothole with his right foot. He dropped his cane and went down like he was shot. "Fucking New Jersey streets. No one ever fixes these goddamn potholes!"
House tried to get up and pain shot through his thigh.
"House, are you okay?" Cameron had stopped when she heard him curse. She saw his bad leg twisted and felt guilt shoot through her. Feeling ashamed for making a man who could barely walk chase her, she started to walk back towards him. "Do you need help?"
"I'm fine," he grunted. "Just give me a minute—ohshit," he said again.
There was a car coming right at him—and not slowing down.
I live in NJ—and they don't fix the fucking potholes! I broke my ankle 2 years ago stepping in one. grumblegrumble>>>