Author Note: Here is chapter 5. I hope everyone is enjoying the story. I am trying to build into the house / cameron relationship because I don't think it would go "Bam" and whoop together. It will take a little before the 2 overcome their stubborn pride Enjoy and dont forget to review
Disclaimer: Fox and House are both not mine
Chapter 5: Is curiosity a feeling?
By the time Greg House walked through the door, he noticed two things. One, he was in pain, "No news there." He thought to himself as he took two Vicodins. And two, he had thought of Cameron all day instead of watching General Hospital or playing his gameboy. He even worked clinic duty hours. Well, at least he appeared to be working clinic duty to Cuddy.
Why had she left early? And more importantly, what was so important and secret that she had to corner Cuddy and request it from her? Chuckling, House internally gave Cameron props for attempting to get it past him. You see Cameron could corner her in an office but, being the goody that Cuddy was, she would still have to document it in her file.
So, being the concerned boss that he was, House decided it was in Cameron's best interest to check her file and find out what she was up to. Imagine his surprise when he opened her file and found that the excuse that was written down was that she a doctor's appointment.
It seems that either Cameron duped Cuddy into believing that excuse or Cuddy knows and lied. "Hmm, curious." House thought while he changed clothes and sat on his piano bench. As he mulled through scenarios, he began to play. From Chopin to Vivaldi, Sinatra to The Who, each scenario getting more ridiculous.
By 7:30 House had narrowed his choices to three, the ones that weren't bordering on insanity. The choices were that she had a date, she had family issues or she was very sick. The first choice made him pound the keys on his piano a little too hard, the second was highly doubtful and the third caused him to actually stop mid song.
Cameron being sick was not an option. Period.
Sighing, he got up and walked over to the mantle. After all the rum he drank at the hospital today, he shouldn't be drinking more. Now scotch was different, it made him think. That was his excuse and he was sticking to it.
As he sat in his recliner, he turned on the television. There was no reason to think about this anymore. He couldn't get the information out of Cuddy and Wilson wasn't in the room. As the last piece of information processed in his mind, his opinion for Allison raised a little more.
Allison didn't let Wilson stay in the office. She knew that he could get to him. A few drinks in Wilson and he would tell him everything.
"Clever girl." He mulled, as he ignored the television and began to think again.
So far, the only way he could sate his curiosity is by going to the source. That wouldn't do at all. He remembered the last time they "shared". Ah yes, the date. How well that went.
This started a whole line of thinking that he had pushed behind him. Strangely enough, he followed Foreman's advice and was a bastard. It was supposed to draw her to him, if it worked correct. Instead, it went the opposite. Allison had given up, let him go, and told him goodbye. All he could do was look at her and look to Mark's room. His head turned to watch her leave. He would never tell anyone that he is now in pain when he looks at the beautiful doctor. The last time he felt this was when he pushed Stacy out of his life.
In his mind, he felt that all Allison wanted was to fix him. Not be with him. He remembered the look on her face when he actually told her that. That look of remorse, she had nothing to say because he had told her the truth. That she just wanted him because he was damaged. But, when she told him goodbye in the hallway. That look was filled with pain and sadness. Cameron looked crushed, like she had given up. Which was what he wanted all along, right?
"Number one sign of Mental Problems, asking yourself questions. Or is that number 100? Looks like more pills for me, goody."
Now, normally he would bump it off, walk away and not care. This was different. This made him think about things he would rather forget.
"Wouldn't she be thrilled to know that I spent the whole night thinking of her?" he thought to himself. Then, as the light came on in his mind he realized that he had been thinking about her all night. This could not bode well in the life and misery of Greg House.
With a final sigh, House decided that since the television was not going to be watched tonight he would go to bed. After taking two Vicodins, House flopped into bed and tried to sleep.
The clock read 1 A.M. and House was still awake thinking about a beautiful woman with long brown hair and soft blue eyes. "I have got to find out what that girl is up too." He sighed as he turned from the clock, "My beauty sleep depends on it."