I suppose 5 reviews is enough for me to post this chapter! I'm just too eager to post it, I would have done it even if I got no reviews.Thanks to everyone who's taken the time to review so far!. Hope you like it!
PS. I'll probably be making references to every possible Cameron pairing (although most are one-sided), mainly because House and Chase have twisted minds. This will make sense once you read.
The office was reasonably large, with bookshelves and various tables and shelves lining the walls and a big mahogany desk in the centre. Like Cuddy's office there were two couches and armchairs arranged in a sort of semicircle in front of the desk. Sunlight filtered in through the windows, making the room comfortably bright and inviting. House peered around in disgust as he entered.
"Please, take a seat." Dr Dumbbell told them.
Determined not to let House get the better of them, everyone took advantage of his disability and rushed forward ahead of him. Cameron and Wilson sat on one couch and Foreman and Chase on the other, leaving House and Cuddy the armchairs. Cuddy took the seat closest to Cameron, which left House with the seat next to Chase. Fully aware they were all waiting for him, House deliberately took his time sitting down. He made a show of plumping the cushions and rearranging them, before resting his cane neatly against the chair. He was about to fluff his hair when Dr Dumbbell cleared his throat. Cameron smirked at her boss, making Chase squirm in indignation.
"Shall we get started then?" Cuddy, Wilson and Foreman nodded. House was picking lint off his clothes, Cameron was pretending not to watch him, and Chase was puffing out his chest in an animalistic bid for her attention.
"Okay, so let's start with why you're here. Does anyone know?" Dr Dumbbell asked.
Foreman raised his hand desperately, gazing at the psychologist.
"Um, yes?" Dr Dumbbell pointed to him.
"We're in need of psychological help." Foreman replied eagerly.
"That may be true, but why do you think you're in need of psychological help?"
No one answered. The silent battle for Cameron's attention continued, however, with Chase juggling paperclips and House stroking his cane. Goodness knows why, but Cameron found the latter highly amusing.
"We're overworked, highly stressed, in need of an outlet for our emotions and quite possibly scarred for life," Wilson said darkly. "And it's because of him!" he pointed at House, who dropped his cane guiltily.
"Nice of you to join us, Jimmy!" House said enthusiastically, picking up his cane once more. Wilson grumbled and sank back into the couch. Cameron looked at him pityingly, and patted his knee in support. House spluttered indignantly and Chase looked close to tears.
Dr Dumbbell went on as if nothing happened. "That's very good…James, is it?" Wilson nodded glumly. Cameron made sympathetic noises. House fumbled around frantically for his peashooter.
"So you feel all these problems stem from one man? Do you all feel the same way?" Dr Dumbbell asked the group.
Wilson let out a mournful sigh while staring at his knees. Cameron began stroking his hair soothingly. House, who had just found his peashooter, snapped it. Chase was trying to suffocate himself with a pillow. Cuddy and Foreman nodded.
"Dr House, how do you feel about all this?" The psychologist asked. House shrugged – he was too busy tying the shards of peashooter together to form a spear to throw at Wilson. Chase was punching himself in the hope that Cameron would feel sorry for him too. Foreman offered to help.
Cuddy was massaging her temples and making odd strangled noises in her throat, somewhere between a moan and a screech. Cameron left Wilson and turned in her seat towards Cuddy. She leaned over and began patting the Dean of Medicine's back while saying sympathetic things to her.
Suddenly the couch opposite them fell silent. House and Chase were frozen in their seats, watching Cameron and Cuddy with bulging eyes. Wilson, Foreman and Dr Dumbbell looked around to see what was going on, and raised their eyebrows in approval.
Cameron noticed everyone watching. "What?" she asked blankly.
Dr Dumbbell sighed. He could tell this was going nowhere. "Okay, I think that's all we need for now. Dr Foreman, if you'll please stay behind. I want to start the individual sessions now, and you can go first."
Slowly they all (except Foreman) got up to leave. Cuddy and Cameron made their way out first, with Cameron holding her boss' shoulders and murmuring reassuring things to her. House and Chase were hot on their heels, positively brimming with excitement. Wilson sighed and dragged his feet out the door.
Too short for your liking? Then tell me in a review! I don't know how long the individual sessions will be. I suppose it depends on the person. Hope to hear from you!