Disclaimer:- See chapter 1…
Author Note:- Okay, I suck at updating! In my defence though I have been knee deep in Shakespeare, the joys of further education….. Anyway I will continue, but I have read back over the last few chapters, and I seem to have left a few loose ends so this chapter will hopefully sort them out….
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It often amazed House how true some clichés really were, it seemed that they all may be true- especially after the last day. A few minutes had seemed like hours to him while Wilson and Cameron had conversed completely unaware of his presence. Not that he was listening to them. The way they had come close to each other had surprised him, he knew Wilson wasn't exactly the same stand-offish guy that House himself was, but he knew that Cameron was off limits. That was a kind of un-written rule of their friendship that neither messed with the others girl. Eugh cliché. So high school. It had never been a problem- the eternal player "Wonder-boy Panty-peeler Wilson", had never messed with anyone House had been interested in, and House hadn't messed with any of Wilson's wives. Not that he would want to. They had all been worryingly similar- all "hell hath no fury" and very little patience with the doctors lifestyle (Wilson had never mentioned the after hours drinks with nurses or games nights with House to them)
This recent development bothered him though. House knew that he was probably reading way too much into it. It was just a touch, nothing more. The way that she had leaned into him, resting her head on his chest as if this is what they always did when they saw each other. Two friends upset over a patient that's all. It was him that had stood in their way. He wanted to ignore the patient. She was boring; she was going to die anyway. He needed to teach Cameron that they couldn't save everyone who asked them for help. It was a lesson that she needed to learn. He had hurt her though; he could see it every time he looked in her eyes over the past few days. He had been trying to kid himself all this time that he was doing it for her benefit, for her emotional growth. He had been trying so hard not to admit to himself that he just wanted to hurt her. To see how she dealt with being torn apart. He wanted to make her hate him as much as he hated himself. He was an unfixable. One that is beyond all hope of repair. The best description for him.
It was beginning to get dark and the temperature had dropped so that the people on the ground had resorted to jackets of ridiculously bright colours. A red anorak I ask you, what is the world coming to? Obviously no cases demanded his attention at this moment in time, and his pager was suspiciously silent. For once in his life he wished that it would come to life, to beep and take him away from the roof and all the thought that came with it. Maybe it was the altitude, usually he didn't think so much in one afternoon. He saved that for when he was completely alone in his apartment with his piano ready to take away his problems with a few starting notes. He thought back to this morning, when Wilson had cornered him in the clinic.
"House, we need to talk" That sentence had been odd in itself. Wilson hardly ever called him House when they were alone together, the whole conversation had been semi-formal, not the comfortable banter that usually flowed between the two of them.
"Im all ears, though I can't imagine what this could be about….. Aha, you found out that I stole the collection of Dolly Parton CD's that you stashed in the bottom drawer of your desk. The liquor wasn't me though. That was Cuddy. I've heard she likes a drink, will go to any lengths to get it too!" Silence. Uh oh.
"Greg….. I think we need to talk. No joke. Why did you act like that? Trust me, I'm used to you being a jerk, but this was different. What's wrong?" Damn he hated it when Wilson pulled his concerned friend routine. Made him edgy.
The truth was that he had no idea why he had talked to Cameron like that. Wilson was at least right on one point; he had stepped over the line. He wasn't sure if he could go back on what he said.
"Wilson, look, your concern for Cameron's wellbeing in regards to me is touching, but she's a big girl now. She will get over it, and everything will be hunky-dory again, okay?" Wilson looked at him as if he had just sprouted a second head, his face clouded over and for a second he thought Wilson was going to hit him. Then, just as quickly the expression faded into the usual placating mask that he usually had for his friend.
"Yes of course Greg, I'm so concerned for your staff. Foreman told me Chase is crying in the men's room- want me to go hold his hand? Tell him the nasty man didn't really mean it?" There it was, the fallback into their established relationship. It just seemed like he was hiding something else, and House wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was.
House decided that he had spent enough time musing for one day. Getting to his feet he walked of the stiffness in his left leg, and popped a Vicodin for his right. Cracking the pill between his teeth he savoured the bitterness on his tongue. Life was definitely a bitter pill to swallow. House cringed. Eugh I hate clichés.
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Author Note:- Okay, that was a kinda lame chapter, but please R&R!