Title: Vicodin is for Lovers pt 3?
Author: revolution25 aka laurieisme
Summary: will later be House/Cameron. Between love and hate, Cameron and House find a happy in-between.
Rating: Teen right now, may go to Adult later.
Author's Notes: My first House fanfiction, but hardly my first fanfiction. As ever thanks eternally to my beta Vessybeta.
2nd Author's Note: Can I just say how hard it is to write a fanfiction and not try to use the word house other than a character's name? It's odd...
Ubi amici, ibi opes ( where there are friends, there is wealth )
Cameron felt good, it was the day she was able to come back to work. She hated sitting around doing nothing, she almost longed for paper work. Almost.
Her days at home consisted of her reading, watching TV, looking longingly at her treadmill, eating, and sleeping. She wanted to go back to work so she would have a purpose again, at least at the hospital she could make other people feel better, at home she wallowed in her own misery.
She walked into the room and was met by almost everyone welcoming her back.
"Thank god," House said once all of the talking calmed down, "Now will you tell these idiots they're wrong?"
"Wrong about what?" She took her seat next to Foreman at the table, looking at the whiteboard.
She didn't see any symptoms written down, so she had no idea on what was going on.
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, especially if they're actually right."
"That can't be possible," House said limping over to his coffee.
"Why?" she asked, in a general state of bewilderment.
"Because I'm right."
"House thinks the patient has nothing wrong with him, we should just send him on his way." Chase said.
"I never said he had nothing wrong with him, I just said what's wrong with him isn't interesting."
"Symptoms?" she asked.
"He has Periarteritis Nodosa and Hep B. treatment is working, let's move on." House turned to Cameron, "So, did you have any fantasies while you were lying in bed all day? Were they about other women, and could you give a detailed description of what you did in them?"
Cameron smiled, "I just came up to say hello and see if there was a new case, Cuddy has me down for clinic duty this morning."
"What's with Cuddy and clinic duty?" Chase asked as she headed out the door, "She made me go down there three days in a row."
House stared down Cameron and it took all her might not to laugh, she bit her cheek and tried to dig her nails into her palms.
"What a bitch!" House exclaimed.
Which made it too much, Cameron walked out of the room and once the elevator doors closed laughed heartily.
Cameron sat at the desk, the desk only she seemed to use, and answered another letter saying while Dr. House appreciates the honor of your invitation to talk at your collage, he regretfully declines.
That couldn't be further from the truth, but she wrote it anyway.
She had been there almost all night, and the light from her computer screen was getting to her, but she couldn't stop now. If she didn't get these done then the mail pile would be that much more when she got to work in the morning.
"You should get home." Wilson said as he entered the room.
"Too much mail," she took her glasses off and sat back in her chair, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." he turned a chair that was tucked under the table to face her.
"How do you respond to all of your mail?"
"Truth?"
"Of course."
"I don't." he said placing the file he held on the table, "I open all of them and I only reply to the ones that come from prestigious places."
"Thanks." She said returning to her work knowing that she could never do such a thing.
"Why didn't your family come?"
Cameron froze, she didn't know how she wanted to respond to that.
"Truth?"
"Of course."
She tried to distance her feelings, tried to make it not hurt, or at least hurt less.
"They haven't talked to me since I told them I was getting married."
It didn't, it hurt just as much as it did every other time she's had to think about it. She hoped she was able to hid it well enough for Wilson to know that she was hiding the pain, and know not to talk about it anymore.
Apparently it worked, he said his goodbyes, then left her to be alone.
Cameron opened the door to the exam room, on the exam table sat House and a patient, both watching the small television screen.
"You needed a consult?"
"This man has large amounts of mucus coming from his nose and his temperature is above normal."
"He has a cold?"
"Well I thought it required the attention of a rather skilled doctor. Do you want to do an MRI to make sure he's-"
"I get it, make fun of Cameron because she cares too much about patients."
"You can never care too much." The patient said as he stared at her.
"I thought you were on my side?" House got down and walked to the man's folder.
"I was until I saw her... you're on your own."
Cameron smiled and House rolled his eyes, "Traitor."
He handed him a slip of paper and the patient exited the room.
"Is that all Dr. House?"
"I heard through the grape vine that you don't talk to your family anymore-"
Cameron sighed, "The grape vine should keep his mouth shut."
"-I then became very curious as to why that would be."
"Do you think that you could make time to be an actual doctor instead of a busybody?"
"Takes too much effort."
There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, he was joking yes, but he still longed to know the reason.
It took her a moment, did she want to tell him now and just get it over with? It would stop a week of questioning before she finally gave in, but she would have to deal with all of his remarks now.
"It wasn't just because he was dying... He was poor and I was paying for his medical bills... They thought I deserved someone better."
"And you think you didn't?"
She turned to him, "I deserved him. There is no better or worse, just... I deserved the man I loved."
She left and House tried to process the information she had left him with.
Cameron walked out of the clinic and walked into the nearest ladies restroom. She locked it after she checked to see if anyone was in the stalls and began to cry.
He was a good man, he left this earth, and she needed to grieve for him.
The thing that hurt the most was that the further away from his death, the more she forgot.
But he needed to matter, once he didn't he would be lost, and she couldn't allow that.