Title: Vicodin is for Lovers pt 1?
Author: revolution25 aka laurieisme
Summary: will later be House/Cameron. Between love and hate, Cameron and House find a happy middle ground.
Rating: Teen right now, may go to Adult later.
Author's Notes: My first House fanfiction, but hardly my first fanfiction. The first part may make you think it's a certain type of fic, it's not, bear with me. As ever thanks eternally to my beta Vessybeta.
Cum tactent, clamant (by remaining silent, they cry out)
They had a really good day.
That is why they were celebrating, they went out to eat after their shift was over, just the five of them.
Of course Chase had to have the spicy enchiladas, which had given him such severe heartburn they had to pull over to a drug store.
Cameron and House lost at rock-paper-scissors, so they headed inside.
This wasn't something that happened all that much, but it was normal enough.
It was supposed to be normal.
For about a minute Cameron and House fought over what exactly to give the 'patient.' But they weren't really fighting, they were stalling so Chase could be in pain for that much longer.
House, would regret their stagnant position, but he wouldn't tell anyone of course, although that comes later.
After this.
"Nobody move!"
A stocky man entered the store with a ski cap and a gun. He waved it at the teller first, then towards the customers.
"Put the money in the bag!" He stretched out a shaky arm holding a brown grocery bag.
"And everyone get down on the ground! I don't wanna haveta hurt anyone!"
House and Cameron did as he said.
As the teller was filling the bag with money, Cameron could feel a pressure on the back loops of her pants. House was slowly moving her behind him, where she'd be less likely to be seen. She moved slowly, but considering the store was tiny it was hard to do so without getting the attention of the robber.
The teller gave the man the bag back, and the man opened it up to look at its contents.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He put the gun to the teller's head, the teller, in response, shook and tried to say anything to appease the man.
"I- it's what's in the tills... I'm sorry."
"Don't you got a safe?"
"They took- took it at five."
The teller looked all but twenty, and with the gun to his head he looked even younger.
Sirens were heard in the distance, and the robber began to panic more.
He looked around, then approached House and Cameron with his gun stretched out in front of him. He grabbed Cameron and by strength alone lifted her up, but something stopped him half way. House's grip on her arm.
"What's wrong with you? You wanna get dead?"
"No, no. Just, not her," House said in the calmest tone as could be expected in the situation.
In what seemed like the next millisecond House was unconscious, hit in the head with the butt of the gun in the robber's hand.
Cameron was dragged out of the drug store, the bottle of Maalox still clasped in her hand.
End of part one