Hello! I was just going over some reviews and I just wanna ask, what's a Mary Sue? The mystery person who wrote didn't leave a name, so could someone please fill me in? And if you know what it means, do you think Kimee is one?
Two days. That's how much time went by when House and Cameron didn't see each other. Two days, went by when they didn't speak, except with work-related topics. Two days went by, when they acted only civil and indifferent to one another. Two days.
Cameron was with Kimee at the moment, helping her recheck the invites and guest list (for the 17th time), since she had already finished her clinic hours.
"Dr Miles Copeland and Mrs Helen Copeland," Cameron says
"Check," Kimee says marking it off.
"Dr Kia Riley and Dr Jason Bassing," Cameron says.
"Check," Kimee says. She glances at Cameron out of the corner of her eye. "Can I ask you something?"
"If it's something to do with Dr House, then no," Cameron says calmly.
"Al, honey, you're gonna have to talk to him some time. The longer you put it off, the harder it's gonna be." Kimee says.
"I don't want to talk about it," Cameron says simply.
"Do you know when the blood tests will be back?" Kimee asks quietly.
"Saturday morning," Cameron replies.
"Do you want–?" Kimee asks.
"I'll be fine," Cameron says.
"Alright, but I'm here if you need me," Kimee says.
"Thanks for the support, Kimee, but I don't need it," Cameron says indifferently.
"Sure. Hey, what are you wearing tomorrow night?" Kimee asks.
"I don't know if I'll be going," Cameron says quietly. "Dr Lawrence Armando and Ms Annalise Greogovich,"
"What do you mean 'you don't know if you'll be going'?" Kimee asks.
"I just don't feel up to it," Cameron says.
"Al, hon, you need to have some fun. Get your mind off things," Kimee says.
"Last time I tried to 'get my mind off things' I ended up high on crystal meth and sleeping with Chase," Cameron snaps.
"You slept with Chase? That is so hot!" Kimee says gasping. Cameron looks at her frustrated. Kimee shuts up quick. "So what? Everyone makes mistakes. Which gives you all the more reason to turn you back on it for one night. C'mon you need this, sweetie," Kimee says pleadingly.
"I dunno…" Cameron says.
"Well I know. You are going to be there tomorrow night, in a gorgeous dress, your hair done nicely and you are gonna have some fun, coz you deserve it," Kimee says.
"Alright then," Cameron says. "Dr Fiona Edmonds and Mr Ren Newington…"
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"Greg!" Stacy calls out rushing up to House.
"Stacy," House says once it's clear that he couldn't get away.
"Cuddy just wanted me to make sure you were definitely going to be at the dinner tomorrow," Stacy says.
"Well, duh. You think Kimee would let me off that easily?' House says glumly. "Question is why did Cuddy ask you to check on me? I mean the lawyer is hardly the person to send on a threatening errand, is it?' House says eying her suspiciously.
"I was asking her about some reports and she asked me to tell you if I ran into you," Stacy says.
"Ran up to you mean," House says.
"Fine," Stacy says giving in. "I heard about you and Cameron having a fight,"
"Wilson," House mutters to himself.
"Are you OK?" Stacy asks.
"What's it to you?" House growls.
"I'm just trying to be–" Stacy says annoyed.
"Nice? You could have tried that before, when we were together. Things might've worked out better then," House says walking away.
"What's that supposed to mean?' Stacy says, grabbing his arm.
"I'm sensing some major repetition in your behaviour," House says motioning at his arm which was currently being clamped by Stacy's 'talons'.
"Tell me. What are you suggesting? That I'm trying to butt into your life again?" Stacy demands.
"You wanna know? You're jealous," House says loudly into her face.
"Jealous?" Stacy says incredulously.
"Yeah. Coz my life seems to be going better than yours," House says.
"You and your girlfriend are fighting because she might be pregnant," Stacy yells.
House doesn't say anything, just looks at her disgusted at how low a human being can go.
"At least my girlfriend and I have something to fight about. I betcha you and your hubby don't even talk anymore," House says icily. That did it. Stacy slapped him across the face as hard as she could.
It didn't hurt (that much) but it came as a bit of a surprise. House recovers from the shock and looks at her, a glint of hatred in his eyes. A shiver ran down her spine, and for the first time in her life, Stacy Warner was scared of Greg House. She expected him to do something or at least yell some sort of profanity at her, but only three words came out his mouth.
"Now who's pathetic?" House says snidely, and then he walks away, nurses and doctors staring at his departing form.
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Kimee walked down the hallway, whistling 'All That Jazz' from 'Chicago', before marching into the conference room. Chase and Foreman turn to see who it is before returning to their magazines and crosswords
"Hey, Kimee," Foreman says.
"Hey guys. I'm her to threate… confirm your RSVP to the dinner tomorrow," Kimee says.
"You know I kinda wish I was more like House in this case. Then maybe I would have the guts to say no to Cuddy. Or you for that matter," Chase says smiling sheepishly.
"Oh haha. You're right there. House is rubbing off on you," Kimee says. She walks over to him brazenly. "But you are gonna be there, aren't you, Dr Chase?"
"Yeah yeah," Chase says smirking.
"Wouldn't want to miss out seeing the nurses get drunk and flashing the goods, now, do we?" Kimee says. Foreman smothers a laugh. Chase glares at him.
"It's true," Foreman says. Chase rolls his eyes.
"It's not true," Chase says huffily.
"So you're saying you have never had any less professional relations with a colleague?" Kimee asks, crossing her arms cheekily.
"No," Chase says defiantly.
"So, when you slept with Cameron, that was nothing," Kimee says.
"Tha…who told you that?' Chase says exasperatedly.
"Women can gush out a lot of secrets when they're angry," Kimee says.
"Yeah, well that was once, under weird circumstances," Chase says.
"So you're not still pining for her?" Kimee asks.
"No," Chase says.
"Really?" Kimee asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Really," Chase says.
"Good. Coz I bet a lot of women would like to get better acquainted with you," Kimee says coyly.
With a small smile, she whips around and walks out.
"She's trouble," Foreman says shaking her head.
"Well when it's in your genes, it's kinda hard to avoid," Chase says.
"What I mean is, she's gonna give you trouble," Foreman says.
Before Chase can reply to that, the give-away gait of House interrupted their conversation.
"Ah, my little wannabe minions. Have you finished your clinic hours?" he asks.
"Yeah," Foreman says.
"Good. Then you can go do mine," House says casually.
"No way," Foreman says. "Besides, Cuddy will be checking that you are doing it. Not one of us,"
"Cuddy's too busy with the charity dinner to be hunting me," House says.
"Then don't worry about clinic. Run from Cuddy after the dinner," Chase says
House looks at him, rather stunned.
"Since when did you become such a rebel?" he asks.
"I just don't wanna do your clinic hours, Chase says shrugging.
"Whatever, I'm going home," House says, leaving.
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"Hey House," Wilson says walking over to House in the parking lot.
"Wilson," House says.
"Are you wearing a tux or just a normal suit tomorrow night?" Wilson asks.
"Who says I'm even going?" House asks.
"A little birdie told me," Wilson says grinning.
"Kimee. Why does everyone know everything about me?" House grumbles.
"Is she going to be there tomorrow?" Wilson asks, ignoring his last comment
"Uh, duh! She chose what colour the napkins would be, for the love of God. And anyway, I wouldn't want her having some rowdy college party at my place, so she can smoke weed, get smashed and have sex with some random on the couch.," House says.
"You don't think she's a virgin?' Wilson asks.
"I know she's not a virgin. Think about it, at her age, you were using a call-girl service," House says.
"You should keep an eye on her. Seriously, I swear, at least three med students were checking her out, and I'm sure Chase was eying her the other day," Wilson says warningly.
"Yeah, well as long as Chase doesn't make any moves on her, his ass will stay intact," House growls.
"I didn't think you of all people had a problem with had age difference in a relationship," Wilson says raising an eyebrow.
"Don't, Wilson," House says warningly.
"House, come one! You gotta talk to her some time. You can't avoid it any longer," Wilson says.
"I can, and I will," House says, getting into his car.
"House…" Wilson says, but House just revs the car loudly and mouths the words 'I can't hear you' and drives off.
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Drip. Drip.
House sat in his empty townhouse, sat in his empty living room, staring into space. His mind was whirring with thoughts, his hand held a scotch glass.
Drip. Drip.
The tap in the kitchen is stuffed, he thought.
Drip. Drip.
Such trivial matters where nothing right now. He had bigger things to think about.
Such as Allison Cameron.
If she were, pregnant, what would he do?
Now was not a good time for a kid.
Actually, it was never a good time for Greg House.
Because he was scared that if she was pregnant, everything would change. And change meant life became harder than it already was. And then the likelihood of something going wrong was inevitable. Change meant ruining the prefect harmony of Greg house.
Drip. Drip.
But Allison would want to keep, and raise, the baby. No matter what. And he didn't want to just up and leave her. Because he was tired of being miserable. It as, after all, miserable.
Drip. Drip.
Ultimately, what did he want?
Drip. Drip.
He had to make a decision, right then, which would probably affect the rest of his life. And when he did, he smiled, ever so slightly you wouldn't have seen it, but he did, and he slowly sipped his scotch, waiting for what was to happen…
Drip. Drip.
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Hey! Hoped you liked it! That little reference to 'Chicago' was ther coz I just watched it and that song is always, and I mean ALWAYS in my head!
And I know Kimee sounds like a bit of a whore, but hell-oo PPTH needs a local skank. (Kidding) But seriously, I want to make her act like this, coz there's a deeper meaning to her behaviour, because she is kinda insecure and self-doubting with herself, and she behaves the way she does to try and assure herself, because of, maybe, a traumatic event that has plagued her? Or maybe she is just a slut. But more on that later.
Next chapter: The Charity Dinner! Wooohhhh!
So please review, I love receiving and reading 'em!
xx Luv ya!