Disclaimer…I don't own anything…not House…not John Denver…not Jet Plane…
Author's Note…Please review! I only got two last time… (pouts) Also, I know that a few things may be a tad askew from real life in here (i.e. Cameron's speedy move) but it's all for the purpose of the storyline. And I know, I know…I'm a songfic-whore. No need to mock me.
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It was just like a scene from a movie. The clothes strewn urgently all over the floor; the upside-down pictures; the hot-pink jacket that definitely didn't belong to Cameron. How many romantic-comedies did this remind her of? Except she knew that no way could this result in a happy ending.
Everyone was probably laughing at her, too.
I should have expected it, Cameron reasoned. You just told him you couldn't marry him. Of course he did something like this. But even as she tried to excuse this irredeemable act, her mouth opened and closed in shock. There were so many words crammed in there, it seemed there wasn't enough room for them all to come toppling it. It was if they were all crowding the doorway, except the doorway was her lips.
House seemed used to the scene, though Cameron didn't care to know why. She watched him as if she were a member of the audience, blessedly removed from this alternate-reality. House loudly and (thankfully) obnoxiously announced they were at a place he called "home" though Cameron wasn't really sure why. A home was a place where you find comfort and safety, and this was none of those things. Not anymore.
Upon hearing House's voice, Wilson burst out of the bedroom to find him with his blue eyes icy and blazing at the same time and Cameron with her eyes empty, like she had been robbed of something. House opened his mouth but before he could get anything out, Cameron spoke, her voice clear and cold. She was shaking her head and tears were streaming down h r face. "You broke my heart, Jimmy."
"Allison, I…"
"No. Don't tell me." Cameron brushed past him and made her way into the bedroom. Ignoring the half-dressed young woman (damn her, she had even put on Cameron's clothing to lounge around in) Cameron proceeded to pack her things. She knew she was going to forget something, but she just didn't care.
Maybe she wanted to forget.
In the back of her mind, she thought she heard House shout she's pregnant you ass! She was relieved because she sure as hell wasn't going to tell him.
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By the time she went to work the next morning, Cameron was a wreck. She had been throwing up since four and still couldn't keep anything down. Not only that; but she had to face the possibility she might see Wilson.
After she had packed, she had called up one of her three brothers from New York City and asked her if it would be ok if she stayed with him for a while. She wouldn't tell her why; Cameron knew Kevin all too well. First he would scold her for getting into a relationship that she was bound to get hurt in then ball his fists together and make idle threats. He would pick her up at the airport that night (he had arranged for a shuttle flight.) She hadn't told Wilson and she hadn't planned too. Ironically; she had spent previous night on House's couch while House had spent the previous night hammering it into Wilson's head that he was an idiot.
Cameron walked slowly up to House's desk, where he was immersed in listening to his iPod. Cameron glanced at the screen; he was listening to Jet Plane. She loved that song, but she never would have penned him down as a John Denver fan. She gently slipped a small pile of papers on his desk and tapped him on the shoulder. He started but relaxed when he saw it was just her. House began to look through them. "You're resigning?"
"Yeah. I know someone influential at a hospital there and he said he was pretty sure he could secure me a job. If not; I can go somewhere else."
"When?"
"Tonight. I already worked through the details; you don't have to do anything. You don't have to tell anyone, I handled all that too."
"What about Wilson?"
"What about him?"
"Did you tell him?"
"No. And I don't plan on it."
"What about the baby?"
"I'll raise it myself. I'll have help…my brother, my sister-in-law, my sister up in Westchester, I'm sure she'll stay with me when it's first born and I'm still figuring it out."
"I'll help."
Cameron dropped the coffee mug she had been holding. "What!"
"I don't want to…completely cut of contact. Wilson's an ass, but he should have some bizarre form of contact."
Cameron bent down to pick up the drink. It was in a styrofoam cup from Dunkin' Donuts, so none of it spilled or anything. "Fine. But he won't know about this."
House sighed. He knew it would be stupid to argue, he had no authority whatsoever on the matter. "You need a ride to the airport tonight?"
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Cameron couldn't help herself. On her way out, she stopped by the Oncology floor and peered into Wilson's office. He looked up and made eye-contact with her. His eyes said more than a thousand words, but hers were empty with the exception of a tear.
All my bags are packed
I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say good-bye
But the dawn is breakin'
It's early morn
The taxi's waitin'
He's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome
I could die
The airport terminal was overcrowded and busy. Passing through security took a full hour…she had forgotten she was wearing her keys. Cameron had already said good-bye to House at the entrance and she had cried. This made House so visibly uncomfortable it was almost comical. Cameron really should have taken advantage of it and teased him, but there was only one man on her mind.
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Cameron had ended up squished in between an overweight couple who fought across her. It was ridiculous what she put up with to avoid confrontations. Cameron sighed. The more time she had to think about it; the more she regretted this move. She and Wilson hadn't been fighting; they never ran out of things to talk about. Maybe it was a committing issue. Or inversed committing. He shouldn't have proposed and he shouldn't have handled the rejection like the way he did and she shouldn't have left; that was all there was to it. Why was it the simple things that seemed the most complex?
There's so many times I played around
So many times I played around
I tell you now
They don't mean a thing
Every place I go I'll think of you
Every song I sing I'll sing for you
When I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring
Wilson wasn't paying attention and he hated that. This poor patient was practically spilling out his heart and Wilson couldn't care less. House had told him everything he needed to know but had promised Wilson that he wasn't going to hear any more on the matter. That killed him. This was his kid; and he wasn't going to be a part of its life. Sure, he could fight a legal battle and probably gain some form of custody, but he loved Cameron too much to make her go through that. Sadly, he realized he wasn't ever going to stop loving her.
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Cameron crossed her fingers as she stepped out of the airplane and into the terminal. She was going to need all the luck she could get.
Now the time has come for me to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Close your eyes
I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times I won't have to say
Wilson felt something in the sole of his shoe. He fished it out only to find it was a heads up penny. It hadn't done it's job, no one would consider him lucky on this day.
Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
But I'm leaving on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go