Title: Opposites
Author: Nicky aka nickyroony
Summary: Tracing the very beginning of Cameron's feelings for House – the development, the reasons, and her initial denial.
Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own House M.D – the story, the characters etc, and also sadly I don't own Hugh Laurie either cry
Dedicated to: Katie G., my fellow House fanatic. Charmaine, whose enthusiasm for her own fanfic inspires me to write my own.
A/N: This is my VERY FIRST fanfic! I was lying in bed at 11pm on a school night just thinking when suddenly I just got this idea of the story with dialogues coming into my mind and everything! I had to turn on my laptop to get it down… I would've forgotten it in the morning, and I've never had an idea for a fanfic before! So anyway, please review… criticisms or suggestions will be much appreciated.
Note on story: I know some storyline in this is not accurate, and yes I know Foreman, Chase and Cameron didn't get hired at the same time… but hey, blame my laziness and taking advantage of this being fanFIC, hehe. Sorry for this and hopefully you enjoy this alternative story D
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CHAPTER ONE
Dr. Allison Cameron arrived at the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital, looking flushed with beads of sweat on her frantic face. The normally calm doctor was in a rush… the chance for her to work at the prestigious hospital is finally here, but she was late for her interview. A Dr. House was forming a new department that specialised in cases out of the usual, and she was hoping she would be the right person for the job.
Rushing through the newly renovated corridors of the hospital, she rounded a corner and was confronted with a huge clutter of people in front of Dr. House's room. Pushing through to the door, she turned to the nearest person.
"Are you all here for the interview?" she asked, wondering why there were so many people here.
"Nah, we're all done with the interviews", a black man looking to be in his mid-30's answered.
"Then what are you all doing here?" According to normal practices, she thought once you have the interview, you can leave.
"'Cuz the guy is mad", jumping into the conversation was a blonde handsome doctor with Australian accent.
"Oh… so can I go in?" She was getting confused.
Getting no answer from either of the gentlemen, she looked through the glass door and saw no other person in there except for two doctors, whom Cameron assumed to be the interviewers. One of them Dr. House, no doubt. After all, she was applying for his department. She took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
The extremely bored looking man waved his cane in the air, beckoning her to come in. She entered.
"So… you're late. Nice, I like that. Someone actually showing some guts to be late for a job interview, where they're probably going to get hired based on their punctuality. No one wants an employee who is, hmm, wait-" he glanced at his watch, "half an hour late".
"I'm sorry, my car broke down, and then the bus was late —"
"Shhh… I don't want to hear it. I don't care why you're late. Let's just get the interview over with. So! Sit down!"
Cameron glanced around the room, and sat down hesitantly. He wasn't what she would expect of a doctor so respected for his expertise in diseases.
"House, be nice to the poor girl" said the other doctor in the room, whom Cameron had forgotten was there.
"Wilson, do you HAVE to be here? Don't you have other works to do? Maybe go flirt with the nurse downstairs?", House said hopefully. His friend had been hassling him to be nice to the interviewees all afternoon.
"You know Cuddy don't trust you to interview people by yourself, and I'm sure we can all see why. Trust me, I would rather be downstairs too…"
"Right… so let's see…" House lazily opened the folder on the table. "Allison Cameron… Harvard… immunologist… girl… no experience… things are looking grim huh… hobby: sewing?" he looked up in alarm. "How old are you? But more importantly, why are you a doctor and not a surgeon?"
Cameron shifted uncomfortably in her chair. She had no idea how to respond. But then remembering why she finished med school, her quest to become a doctor and help people, she was overwhelmed with a new surge of confidence. Starring into House's eyes, she said, "Look, I'm a good doctor. I'm not just some girl you can pick on, make fun of. I'm a doctor, and I demand respect"
Slamming shut the folder, House stood up with the support of his cane, and said "Follow me". He made his way to the office's door, and opened it wide so that it stayed open. She thought he was going to throw her out.
"So ladies and gentlemen, as you know the reason why I kept you all waiting out here is for my own convenience. I would rather you all know who's hired at the end of the day, rather than send you all back home where you'll weep about what you've said wrong in the interview or thinking of better answers you would've given. And of course I don't want to be getting non stop calls from you wanting to know if you are indeed hired. I hope you see the practicality of this". He cast a swift glance among the crowd. No one said a word, merely starred at him intently.
"You…you… and you, welcome aboard". He pointed his cane at the black man, the one with Australian accent… and at Cameron. "All the rest of you, go home, goodbye. Don't come back. You three, come into the room."
Following House back into his office, the three new recruits glanced at each other uncertainly.
"What are you names again? Sorry, I usually don't bother to remember names unless I'm forced to remember it"
"Chase"
"Cameron"
"Foreman"
"Ok, you can go now. Back here tomorrow early. Have to give an orientation now, don't we kids?"
Cameron had never been so unsure in her life. She rushed out the door in case he changed his mind and not hire her, though she wanted to change HER mind and not work for him! It was going to be a pain to work with such a cynical and sarcastic man. She found him exceptionally rude and inconsiderate of other people's feelings. He was the type of man you would avoid being in the same room with. But she this job opportunity was too good to pass up. It would be a good experience, and of course, she's not the type of girl you can push around. She left the hospital and prayed for a better day tomorrow.