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House let his cane thump on the gravel outside Joshua's house. 'To go
in or not to go in,' it seemed to be the question. House didn't want to seem
so desperate by coming to the party. Wilson wasn't there dragging him in like
he usually does. If he walked in, everyone would know that it was his
decision alone that made him come.
"Greg."
House turned towards the voice. "Jimmy, I thought you quit smoking."
Wilson looked down at the cigeratte in his hand, "I did, four months
ago."
"Glad to see that you sticking with it."
"So what are you doing here? I thought you, lets see if I can quote
you, 'would rather do 20 hours of clinical work instead of being here.' End of
quote."
"Twenty hours?" A new voice admerged from the corner of the
house. 'Damn it, its Cuddy' House thought. "I guess I will have to add that
on to your total."
"Damn it Wilson, why do you always have to screw things up!" House
yelled as Wilson and Cuddy walked back inside to the party with House
following them. As House entered he was greeted by Chase, Foreman, Nate, and
finally Cameron.
"House, I didn't think you would show up." Cameron said.
"Well that is the problem with youth today, they just don't think."
He saw the smile on her face fall. Why did he always do that to her?
"Well, it was nice of you to show up. Please make yourself at home."
Cameron said meekly. She turned and left to find Nate, spotting him across
the room she made her way to him.
"That was smooth Greg. Romance a woman by insulting her
intellegence. How come I never thought of that?" Wilson remarked and made
his way towards Cameron and the gang.
House grabbed bottle of scotch and a glass when the bartender wasn't
looking and made his way to a table. He sat there while drinking and observed
everyone. House watched everyone around him, they all seemed to be enjoying
the party. Why couldn't he enjoy this party? And then it hit him like a
lighting bolt; it was because he wasn't happy with life. He was destined to
walk with a cane for the rest of his life, he was addicted to pain killers,
and his job was a stressful one. But there was one thing that made all those
reasons seem to float away; Cameron. His eyes searched the crowd and landed on
Cameron. It was her, Wilson and Nate huddled in a corner talking about
something. From where House was sitting, he could tell she was on the verge
of crying. 'What the hell was going on?' he thought. Before he could get up
to walk over he saw Cameron slap Nate across the face. House watched her lips
as she said something, 'How could you...' she turned her head before he could
finish reading the rest. Cameron stormed across the room and was about out
the door when House yelled at her. "Cameron." When she made no attempt of
stopping, he reached up and grabbed her arm. "Allison!"
Cameron froze when House grabbed her arm, she didn't hear him, but she
could feel him. "Allison." Her name eventually registered in her ears. She
looked up to see a concerned House staring at her. "Where are you going?"
House asked.
"Home," she mumbled as tears ran down her face.
"Here," House handed her his keys. "Go ahead and get in my car. I
will be there in a minute to drive you home." He dropped the keys in her hand
and watched her walk away. His eyes glanced back at Nate, who sat in the
corner by himself. House made his way to him.
"What did you do, cheat on her?" House asked.
"What?" a surprised Nate said.
"Cheat on her. You know, screw another girl while you are with her?"
"No." Nate said and bowed his head.
"Oh, so now you are a liar and a cheat. What else are we going to
find out about you Nate?" House waited for a response, but didn't get one. He
knew that if he continued to yell at Nate, something bad would happen. Most
likely, he would in up in jail for assult. Plus the fact that Cameron was
waiting out in his car, so House made it quick. "If you ever hurt her again,
I will kill you." House turned and left. Leaving a shocked Nate behind.
House stomped out of the house and over to the car, inside sat
Cameron. Easing his way in to the seat, he looked over to her. She seemed
lost in her own little world. He knew that he would be able to get through to
her if he tried, maybe tomorrow. House started the car and drove to his
house, he didn't want Cameron to spend the night by herself.
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"Home." House said as he pulled into his driveway.
For the first time Cameron looked up. "No, we are at your home."
"That is exactly what I said; home. Come on inside." House and
Cameron quietly entered his apartment.
"Why am I here House?"
"Because, I was thinking that you have been drinking all night and
obviously upset about something so I thought maybe I could get some action."
As soon as the words left House's mouth, he instantly regretted saying them.
He looked over at Cameron; she just stood there, no response at all. "I
thought that maybe it wasn't a wise decision to leave you alone tonight.
Plus, my home was the closest and I have been drinking as well. My intentions
are purely innocent, so innocent that I will give you the bed and I will take
the couch." He watch her stand in the living room for a moment, and then she
finally moved.
"Thanks Greg."
House pointed to the hallway, "last door on your right." He watched
her walk into the darkness and disappear before he took his place on the couch.
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The sunshine crept into the bedroom and shined down on Cameron's
body. Thinking she was in her bed, she turned away from the window and ended
up falling on the floor. "Ouch!" Cameron yelled and held her hand to her
head. It had hit the nightstand on her way down. Before she had time to get
up the bedroom door opened and in walked House.
"If I had known that you were going to sleep on the floor, I would
have taken the bed instead of the couch." He joked. He observed her body, all
twisted on the floor with her hand on her head. He quickly walked over and
knelt down. "Let me see." He pushed her hand off her forehead to see the
damaged that she had done. "Hmm, I think you will live. But you will have
one heck of a bruise." House pushed himself up from the floor. "I will be in
the kitchen if you need me," and walked out.
Cameron got up and walked across the hall to the bathroom. She
splashed cool water on her face and then took a look at herself. Her forehead
was starting to show signs of bruising already and the rims of her eyes were
red because she cried herself to sleep last night. Cameron pushed herself
away from the mirror and made her way into the kitchen. "House," she said
while walking through the hallway. "I think I should probably..."
House looked up from the stove. "Eat," he finished her sentence. "I
think you should probably eat as well. Seeing that I have fixed all this
food." He pointed to the dinning room table filled with breakfast
food. "Take a seat." Cameron walked over and sat down. House could tell
that she was she was still upset about last night, and nervous about this
morning. He followed her into the dinning room and served her eggs. It was
quiet for a while until House finally spoke. "I think last night that I
threatened Nate with his life so if you two ever kiss and make up don't invite
me to the wedding. I don't think he really appriciated it."
Cameron's eyes widened. "You what? What did you say to him?"
"I might have said that if he hurt you again that I could kill him or
something," House said so nonchalont. "I mean that if he cheated or broke up
with you for something then you don't need to be with him. He doesn't deserve
you."
"Oh god House, what did you do?" Cameron put her head in her
hands. "We aren't together, we never have been. Him and Joshua are a
couple."
"Him and Joshua? As in he is gay?" House asked.
