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Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
She ignored it, it had been two hours since she had angrily reprimanded him, and she was keeping her word, she hadn't spoken to him.
A lot of good it had done though, he just kept tapping her!
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
She watched as he stretched his arm out and pressed the stewardess call button.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
His taps were getting more frequent and harder now.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
She had her headphones on, so it was easy to ignore him.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
Millie approached, House exchanged a few words with her, and she returned a few minutes later, with two glasses of water. He pulled down his little table and placed one of the cups on it, the other, he drank the majority of, and threw the rest in her face.
She pulled her headphones of angrily, but before she could break her threat of not speaking, he spoke.
"I know I'm not meant to speak, but it's been almost four hours since I had a vicodin."
"And?"
"And I need one." House explained.
Cameron sighed, if he wanted one, he could have one, he didn't need her permission. "And you're telling me this, why?"
Now House sighed, and explained with the air of someone explaining something to a rather slow, yet very impatient child. "And you put them in your handbag so I wouldn't forget them. Now, if you'd rather me just get them…"
She made a noise scarily similar to that of Gollum, and handed them to him.
He smiled and popped a couple in his mouth, crunching loudly.
"Glass of water?" he offered.
She accepted, and poured it over her head. She then returned her headphones to their rightful place on her head, and shut her eyes.
An hour later, and Cameron was still smirking with self-satisfaction at the sight of House squirming uncomfortable in his damp clothing. She shut her eyes and went to sleep.
She woke up to feel the plane descending towards the earth, and at first she panicked, assuming that they were plummeting to their deaths, but upon looking out the window, she saw the welcoming lights of the runway, gleaming through the night.
She and House were allowed off the plane first, she assumed it was partly due to House's leg, and partly due to the cabin crew wanting them off as soon as humanly possible. As they walked together down the aisle (how ironic that seemed now, considering the state her relationship with House was now in), people stared and whispered. She assumed it was because they had all heard her being told of by Millie for her acts of 'indiscretion'.
They hurried through the metal passages joining the plane to the terminal hastily and in silence. Upon reaching passport control House smirked to himself (the reason unknown the Cameron), took his travel documents and made his way to the checkpoint next to hers. She handed her documents in, and watched at the man at the desk examined the photo in her passport.
He looked younger than her, far too young in her opinion to hold such an important position.
He smiled slightly at the picture.
"I'm sorry, but do you have any other photo I.D with you that I could see please?" he asked.
She knew this was not normal procedure but handed her drivers licence over anyway.
He compared the two photos, and looked back up at her face.
"Look, I know the photo's are slightly out of date, but I don't look that different!" she exclaimed after waiting patiently for as long as she could take.
"I know, replied the man, it's just that, well," he hesitated, "In these photos you appear to be woman."
At this he threw his head back and laughed, obviously laughing at something she didn't know about.
"What on earth do you mean?" She demanded angrily.
"Well I don't know about you, but I was always under the impression that only men grew moustaches!" his laughter grew louder and more obnoxious.
She knew instantly what he meant; it was a lame joke, one that her and Dan (her heart twinged uncomfortably at the thought of her not-quite-half-brother) had played on each other many times in their youth.
She could see House chuckling out of the corner of her eye, as she reached into her bag and withdrew a mirror, and a packet of wet-wipes. Looking in her compact she couldn't help but smile just a little, he'd done a good job. Nothing too over-the-top just a small moustache and a uni-brow.
She pulled a wipe from her packet and scrubbed at her face. The pen faded slightly, but did not go. It was obviously a permanent marker.
Seeing the annoyed look on her face, the man behind the desk decided that the joke had gone far enough with him a part of it, and handed back her documents, motioning her past. She grabbed them from his hand, and stormed on angrily.
"I must say, I think I did a good job," House reported.
She scowled, and kept walking.
At the luggage carousel, Cameron received even more strange looks as they stood and waited. How typical, normally Cameron was patient and her bags arrived quickly, but the one time she wanted to get away as fast as she could, they did not arrive. She leaned back against the railings, and watched as mothers steered their young children to avoid passing her, she even heard one rather plum old woman describe her to her even plumper, older husband as 'A scarlet woman', who even used that phrase anymore?
People came, and people left, and the amount of luggage circling the conveyer belt declined, until it was gone, Cameron's being the only one not to arrive. Staring at the ground, she felt tears prick her eyelids. This week had seemed so promising, in her head she's imagine them flying out, getting Molly's signature, spending the rest of the week with House, bonding, getting closer, she'd even considered the possibility that he'd propose (she knew that it was far out, but it was the romantic in her showing through), and then flying home, happy, to find that Dan was on the up.
Instead she'd argued with her ex-not-quite-step-sister-in-law, found out what could possibly be a horrible secret, been humiliated in front of hundreds of people, lost her boyfriend, and now, her luggage to. At this, the tears began to fall freely. She knew that there were small chances of her and House lasting, when they'd gotten together, and now it was over. She knew that those people on the plane would forever remember her as a common slut. She knew that it was unlikely she'd ever get her luggage back. But most of all, she knew it was likely that by the time she got back to the hospital, Dan would already be dead.
She could sense his presence next to her, feel his arms around her, his soft breath on her cheek, and she heard him whisper.
"I thought we could go straight from here to the hospital to see Dan, but I think it's probably a better idea for us to go straight home, and get some food. I'll phone about your luggage tomorrow"
His stubble scratched her skin, in a good way, as he kissed her lightly on the forehead.
And with that none of it mattered. It was his apology, and it stopped her caring about what a bunch of strangers thought, it stopped her caring about the mystery baby, it stopped her caring about lost possessions, all that mattered was her, and him.
And Dan.