Stuck
BookwormKiwi
Disclaimer: Not mine
Cameron whipped around, her heart beating wildly. Finding no one, she turned back to House and narrowed her eyes.
"What did you-"
"I didn't."
House's tone was cool and calm, but Cameron could almost pick up traces of amusement.
House cleared his throat.
"There's someone there," he said, trying, but failing to imitate one of those cartoon ghosts' wails.
Cameron's laboured breathing almost made House stop making fun of her, but his conscience got the better of him, and he continued. Can't have her thinking he'd weaken at the sign of fear.
"Who's there?" he asked slowly, trying to push a grin away. Cameron backed away from the noise and straight into House. Hastily, she pushed herself away again, with a scared look up at House.
"The way you're looking at me," House said, "anyone'd think you expect me to cane you."
Cameron looked away, which told House that that was indeed what she feared.
Without a second thought, House threw his cane almost a metre away from where they stood.
"I'm defenceless," he announced. Cameron started to laugh.
"You also won't be able to walk," she grinned.
House realised with a jolt that she was right.
"Damn," he muttered. He shot a glare at Cameron, who was still sniggering softly, which immediately quietened her.
Cameron had almost forgotten about the coughing person behind her, until she felt a hand come to rest sinisterly on her shoulder.
Cameron let out a wild shriek, and jumped forward, crashing into House and, because he was severely unbalanced, knocking him over.
House flung his arms out behind him, much like Cameron had done earlier, to break his fall. He landed on the hard floor with a gentle 'thud'.
Cameron instinctively reached for her pager, while saying,
"House, are you ok?"
"Fine," he gasped.
Another voice pierced the…well, not exactly 'silence'.
"House?"
"Who are you!" Cameron demanded. "What do you want?"
The man held out his right hand.
"James Wilson," he said dryly. "I don't think we've met."