Let's establish something, eh? Ages. Kimee is 18. Chelsea is 18. Monique is 24. Cameron is 29. House is 42 (I think he's older, but I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt. Besides I didn't want the age difference between Cam and House to be too gigantic)
Disclaimer: I don't own House, but it'd be so awesome if I did, coz that'd mean 1) I would make Jesse Spencer take his shirt off more often and
2) I would also get a ginormous pay check and get to go to award nights
3) I'd get to chose the clothes Jennifer Morrison wears and I would make her wear gorgeous designer clothes, coz Cameron wears totally bad clothes (check out the shirt were there were a whole bunch of ruffles from the neck and was tight around her neck, like The Puffy shirt in Seinfeld…ew!)
"Chelsea! Monique!" Kimee exclaims hugging to girls who had come over to her.
"Hey Kimee!" says the younger one.
"What are you doing here?" Kimee says.
"I heard you were doing work experience here," Chelsea says making an expression which indicated she didn't believe it at all.
"My uncle works here. I thought I'd just hang around. Besides there's a really hot Australian guy working for him," Kimee says.
"Kimee, you should really watch yourself. You have a romantic conquest everywhere you go, don't you?" Monique.
"Mo-nique," Kimee says.
"Kimee. Don't listen to her. She's acting so old these days," Chelsea says taking her arm. Just then, Cuddy comes striding towards them on a rampage.
"Kimee, can you please not make so much noise in the clinic?" Cuddy says marching up to them. She stops when she sees Chelsea and Monique. "Oh, hello. Are you friends of Kimee's?"
"Yeah, I'm Chelsea, this is my sister, Monique," Chelsea says.
"Hello, I'm glad to meet you, but I'm afraid I can't let you two stay for too long. It such a trouble to have Kimee here already," Cuddy says.
"Oh, actually I'm here to meet Dr Lisa Cuddy," Monique says.
"Oh, you're my 1'o clock," Cuddy says putting on a cheery smile. "I am Dr Cuddy,"
"I'm Dr Monique Taylor," Monique says shaking her hand.
"Well, please, come into my office," Cuddy says ushering her in.
"Kimee, behave now," Cuddy says before entering as well.
"So, tell me about this hot Australian…"
Cuddy sat down at her desk and takes a proper look at Dr Taylor. She had long soft blonde hair, which was tied up in a ponytail, curls cascading down her back. She had bright green eyes, which were covered with mocha coloured shadow, and lovely olive skin, her lips were coated in plum coloured lip gloss and she wore a white shirt under a deep purple vest and black silk trousers, and then she had a chocolate brown fitted blazer. She looked to be not yet 25, but she was already an established cardiologist.
Cuddy was interviewing doctors, a new addition for House's team. The hospital had just received a large donation and she thought it was about time that she reinforced some of her departments. She, of course, was doing this rather secretively, knowing if House found out, he wouldn't accept anyone. Cuddy had already seen two rheumatologists, a paediatrician and a nutritionist. They had all been a let down, but she had a feeling Monique would be different.
"May I ask who I shall be working with, should I get the job?" Monique asks tentatively.
"You will be working with Dr House, who is the Head of the Diagnostics department," Cuddy says.
"Dr House? Kimee's uncle?" Monique asks.
"The one and only," Cuddy says.
"I have certainly heard of his reputation as a doctor, and more," Monique says thoughtfully.
"So we all have," Cuddy mutters.
"Will I get to meet Dr House today?" Monique asks.
"No. I'm afraid he's not really one for interviewing…"
"He doesn't know there are any applicants at all, does he? He doesn't know you're looking for a new member for his team?"
"Well, no, not exactly. But he's always complaining of not having enough help, so I thought I would end his whinging," Cuddy says.
"Well, I'll be happy to help then," Monique says with a smile.
Cuddy smiled as well. She was beginning to like this girl more and more.
"Dr Taylor, you're hired," Cuddy says getting up.
"Really? But you didn't even ask anything about my…"
"It's fine. I've seen your CV. But I hire my doctors on personality. Especially ones who have to work with House. You seem to have the right attitude to handle his insanities, so the job is yours," Cuddy says.
"Well, Kimee has told me about his escapades before, so I think I can deal with him," Monique says grinning.
"I'm happy to hear that. Welcome to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital," Cuddy says shaking her hand.
"Thankyou," Monique says glowing with delight.
"He is so fit!" Chelsea says pointing at one of the young male doctors walking past their sitting place
"Chels, hon, just coz you were in England for half a year, doesn't mean you should start talking like they do there," Kimee says.
"Alright, alright," Chelsea says waving her off.
"So…how you been?" Chelsea asks.
"OK, I guess," Kimee says with a sigh.
"Kim, you gotta give it up. They're gonna find you soon," Chelsea says slowly. "Just turn yourself in,"
"You know if I do, they will get their revenge on me," Kimee says quietly. "I can't stop running, and you know it,"
"I just don't want to see you give up your life for this," Chelsea says.
"I won't," Kimee says reassuringly.
Chelsea nods, not entirely convinced, but lets the subject go for now.
"Let's blow this joint. I'm feeling hungry," Kimee says.
"OK. Where's the cafeteria then?" Chelsea asks.
"Nah, their food is horrible. Let's go to my uncle's office. They've always got something to eat,"
"Sure. Hey, that means I can meet the infamous House,"
House is sitting in his office listening to his iPod, obviously quite into it, when, right on cue, Stacy comes in.
House opens one eye to see who it is, before quickly closing it again hoping the person would take the hint.
"Not gonna work, Greg," Stacy says with a sigh.
"Dang, was really hoping if I tried hard enough you'd disappear," House says.
"Well I will be soon," she says.
"Oh, so you're going now? What are you doing here then?" House says.
"I wanted to say goodbye," Stacy says.
"Aren't you a sweetie," House says sarcastically.
Stacy looks at him expectantly.
"Look, I need to tell you something," Stacy says.
House stays silent, unprepared for what she might say.
"I love you, Greg. I've never stopped loving you," Stacy says as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
House looks at her, questioningly.
"You love me? You love me?" House says not surprised, not angrily, just softly. "I don't think you do, Stacy,"
"You think I would say it if I didn't mean it?' Stacy says.
"I don't think you know what you mean," House says quietly. "You want what you can't have. When you were with me, you wanted freedom and normality. Then when I'm with someone else, all of a sudden you want me,"
"Greg, I told you, I love you. Please tell me you do too, still,"
"I can't. Because I don't,"
"Greg…"
"You think I'll make you happy…I won't. You could never accept me for who I am,"
"I…"
"Go be with Mark. He actually wants to make you happy," House says calmly.
Stacy looks at him despairingly, tears rolling down her face. She nods sadly. Then House extends his hand and Stacy looks at it forlornly. She grasps it tightly, shakes, then House lets go of her hand, hers hangs there limply. He walks past her, stopping and nodding at her before leaving her standing there.
I fall in love in just one day
It's always been that way
I pull you in to spit you out
That's what I'm about
Every time
Here I go on my own
Saying goodbye again
After standing there for minutes, maybe longer, Stacy walked out, with as much poise and grace someone could muster when leaving the love of their life forever.
Monique's POV
Dr Cuddy had been paged Dr House himself earlier on and then told me to come up here and wait for her to bring (translated to force) him to the conference room. The Diagnostics department's conference room. I've been waiting for this opportunity since college, to be able to sit in a classy yet comfortable conference room, discussing and diagnosing the hard-to-solve cases of the medical world,. And to be able to work with one of the most well-known and formidable doctors in maybe the whole country, was truly an achievement. Especially if I could actually handle the comments that would immediately begin pouring out of his mouth.
I walked over to the white board, fingering it yearningly. I wanted to really put my whole heart into this job (heart and cardiology, haha) because I wanted to prove myself as the doctor I was.
The door suddenly opened behind me, making me jump. I whirl around to see Cuddy pushing in a rather tall and lean man, who walked with a cane and had insanely blue eyes and quite a handsome face…
"What is it, Cuddy? I come here every day, I don't need a guided tour…who are you?' the man asks suspiciously. "Cuddy, is this some sort of surprise-Playboy-mansion style party? You two gonna–" before Dr Cuddy steps on his foot sharply causing him to yelp in pain. I cover my mouth, trying to stifle a laugh.
"House. I have hired a new team member for you," Cuddy says with more courage than I would've had in the situation.
"WHAT!" House yells loudly making several doctors in the hallway to look in his direction.
"Stop being so dramatic House. You're always complaining about not having enough doctors to do your dirty work, so I decided I'd give an early Christmas present. Happy birthday," Cuddy says, obviously well acquainted with his tantrums.
"You can't do this!" House protests.
"I already have, House. Now, stop being such a child. Dr Taylor, this is Dr House. House, Dr Taylor," Cuddy says.
"But…" House says.
"Sorry, House. Buh-bye, have fun, adios," Cuddy says looking at him smugly quickly exiting before he could say any more.
House huffs at the door.
"Stupid old witch wants to make my life Hell…"
"Dr House," I say, though I dare say I knew I shouldn't say anything at the moment. "Is there anything you'd like me to do now?"
"Mud wrestle with Cameron," House says crassly.
"Excuse me?" I say shocked.
"Go to the clinic, tell them you're Dr House, and do my clinic hours for me," House says.
"Is that allowed?" I ask a hint of my irritation in my voice.
"Whoa, let me ask, who gives the orders around here? Me. I tell you to my clinic hours, you do them," House says signalling for me to leave.
"Sorry, Dr House, but I was hired as a doctor, not a servant. You can go do your own bloody clinic hours," I say fuming now.
House glares at me obviously not used to being told off. He walks over to me, his face very close to mine. I notice how attractive he was, even for someone of his age and calibre, his eyes drawing me in...
"Typical Cuddy, hire some one who's going to get right on my nerves," he says.
"Is that going to be a problem?" I ask pretending to be innocent.
"Depends how often you annoy me," House says simply.
For some strange reason, his voice makes my heart flutter, his eyes make me melt, but I ignore it, especially since he was becoming extremely aggravating.
Before I get the chance to reply, the door opens and two men and a woman come in and stop in their tracks in surprise.
"Erm…" the blonde guy says.
"Yes, Chase, your eloquence continues to amaze us," House says boredom practically dripping from his mouth.
"What's going on?" the black man says.
"That harpy Cuddy hired another duckling for me," House says jerking his head at me.
"Really?" the man called Chase says in disbelief. "Since when?"
"Since today," I reply.
"Eric Foreman, neurologist," Forman says shaking my hand.
"Pleasure. Monique Taylor, cardiologist," I say..
"I'm Robert Chase, intensevist," Chase says smiling.
The woman doesn't say anything, her blue eyes studying me carefully, as if analysing me and any ulterior motives that I might have. She was obviously protective of the people she worked with, which struck me as rather odd.
I for one, didn't like the look of her much, especially since she seemed to have a tight hold on the men she worked with.
Dr House looks at her expectantly, before walking over to her. He whispers something in her ear, a very intimate move for a colleague. She makes at reproachful face at him, and he whispers again making her giggle slightly. Chase and Foreman roll their eyes, but seem used to or at least aware of this kind of behaviour.
"I'm Dr Allison Cameron. I'm an immunologist," she finally says.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you," I say trying to sound genuine.
Cameron's POV
Chase, Foreman and I came into the conference room, and find Greg with a young, blonde lady, glaring at each other. I feel my stomach flip seeing Greg with this gorgeous woman, and am unsure of what to make of this situation. I'm usually not the jealous type, but there was something about his woman as if she… I can't even think of the words to describe it, but I am interrupted by Chase.
"Erm," Chase says unintelligently.
"Yes, Chase, your eloquence continues to amaze us," Greg says sarcastically.
"What's going on?" Foreman asks.
"That harpy Cuddy hired another duckling for me," Greg says jerking his head at the woman.
"Really?" Chase asks stupidly. "Since when?
"Since today," she says.
"Eric Foreman, neurologist," Forman says shaking her hand.
"Pleasure. Monique Taylor, cardiologist," the woman, Monique, or Taylor, as we would be referring to her as, says.
"I'm Robert Chase, intensevist," Chase says smiling, obviously planning on making a move on her in the near future.
Taylor looks at me anxiously for me to introduce myself. I look at her haughtily, quite shocked at my behaviour, but nonetheless I can't bring my self to be amiable to her.
Greg looks at me as if I am acting like a four year old (maybe I am, but I don't need him to tell me that). He comes over to me, looking at me almost amused.
"What's up, kitty kat?" he says obviously trying to get me to lighten up. "Why don't you play nice with the new family member, eh? I don't like her, but I can't get rid of her, so might as well put on the Cameron charms,"
"Besides, if you make friends with her, we could have a fun little threesome together…"
I look at him angrily, this comment causing me more irritation than it would in another situation. He obviously realises I'm upset with this, and quickly changes tactics.
"Nah, don't think so, she's not as hot as you," he says his breath tickling my ear. "Anyway, it'll be more fun to watch her explode with my antics,"
"With you especially," he says making my giggle girlishly. It's unusual for him to be so flamboyant about our relationship, and this little change certainly pleases me.
"I'm Dr Allison Cameron. I'm an immunologist," I say, trying to sound as if I was actually happy to be working with her.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you," she says, with the same amount of fakeness in her voice.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you," Monique says.
The two women look at each other like a pair of lionesses getting ready to pounce.
House, Foreman and even the usually oblivious Chase sense the tension between Cameron and Monique, but thankfully Kimee and Chelsea come in at that moment, breaking up the non-verbal glaring un-fight the two female doctors were having.
"Hey everyone! What…Monique? What are you doing here?" Kimee asks.
"You know her?" House says his eyes narrowing.
"Yeah she's my sister," Chelsea says.
"Who are you?" Chase asks.
"She's my friend," Kimee says.
"Hi, I'm Chelsea,"
"I seriously don't care," House says, still looking from Kimee to Monique to Chelsea.
"So are you working for House?" Kimee asks Monique.
"Yes, I guess so," Monique says.
"Oh that is awesome," Kimee says.
"No it isn't," House says indignantly. Cameron smirks at this.
"Yes it is,"
"No it isn't,"
"Yes it is,"
"No it–"
"Enough," Foreman says, his voice aggravated.
"God, Foreman, what are you like?" Kimee says.
"I just think that if you two can stop acting like a couple of two year olds, and we can actually do some work," he says.
"So that's a case you've got there?" Kimee asks, pointing at the folder in his hand.
"Yeah," Foreman says.
"24 year old, female, presents with a cough, dizziness, fever and throwing up blood," Foreman says handing House the folder to read. They all wait for him to say or to do something.
"OK," House says simply, then closes the folder and puts it down on the table.
"Taylor," he says making Monique jump.
"Uh, yes?" she says nervously.
"Since you are new, and I have no idea how good, or bad, you are, you can diagnose the girl," he says.
"You mean, I get to have this case?" Monique asks perking up at the idea of handling a whole medical case by herself.
"Why not?" House says casually.
"Wow. Well, I'll, I'll be sure to do my best Dr House," Monique says excitedly.
After a slight pause she looks at him questioningly.
"What should I do first?" she asks.
Cameron and Chase both chuckle at this.
"What do you think?" House asks as if it was the most obvious thing.
"Um, ok then…I'll go do a patient history," Monique says backing out.
Once she leaves, Foreman looks at House sceptically.
"You're giving her a case to do on her own?" Foreman asks raising an eyebrow.
"You, Foreman obviously don't know me that well," House says pointing his cane at Foreman. "Do you think she's gonna actually be able to solve this case? She'll stuff up and then I can fire her," he says smugly.
"Don't you think that's a little harsh, even for you?" Chase says.
"Oh please, you just want her to stay so you can make a move on her," Cameron says.
"You into her?" Kimee asks sounding…annoyed?
"No way!" Chelsea exclaims.
"Will you two shut up?" House says irritated.
"Whatever. C'mon Chels, let's go to the mall, eh?" Kimee says.
"Yeah, Dana and Tali are there too," Chelsea says, and she gives a smile at the four doctors and walks out the door.
"Right. So, Monique is a good friend of mine, so kick her ass, and I kick yours," Kimee says pointing at House.
"How do you intend to do that?" House asks.
Kimee glares at him. "Humph," she sniffs indignantly, flicks her hair and turns around and leaves.
"Well, now that Taylor's off doing whatever, you can work on this," House says and chucks a file onto the desk. Cameron picks it up and reads it intently. They confer for a while about what it could be, before being sent off to do their allocated jobs.
"And try not to kill her," House shouts after them.
"Him," Cameron replies.
"Same difference," House says shrugging. The three doctors roll their eyes, but hurry off to see the patient.
Kimee, Chelsea, Dana and Tali walk through the mall looking in shops, trying on clothes and checking out the hot guys that walked past. It was strange how these four girls had become friends. Kimee is, as you know, confident, smart-mouthed, intelligent, charismatic and had a rebellious streak. Chelsea is blonde, bubbly and bright, while Dana is dark skinned and raven-haired, cool, sexy and always poised. Tali had the biggest mouth and could talk her way out of, or into, anything. It was by chance that these girls had met and bonded, especially since it was under the most far fetched circumstances for teenage girls who had a love for all things exciting…
"Oh, it's so good to get out," Kimee says with a sigh.
"Yeah, well, obviously being cooped up in a hospital surrounding by sick people and narly old doctors," Tali says shuddering.
"Actually the doctors are totally hot there! Seriously there's this cute blonde Australian guys, whatsisname, Catch?" Chelsea says.
"Chase," Kimee says.
"Yeah, Chase, he sooooooooo lush!" Chelsea says. "And Kim's uncle…he is pretty hot too!"
"Oh, ew!" Kimee says in disgust. "Honestly, sometimes, I think you were raised by dope smoking wolves,"
"What? He had this whole gruff, broody and chiselled thing working for him, like George Clooney or Ryan from The OC," Chelsea says.
"Please don't tell me you just compared him to who I think you compared him with," Kimee says wincing.
"Whatever, I still think he has loads of sex appeal…"
"Chels, as I recall you're still dating Ben, aren't you?" Kimee says.
"Ben's awesome, but a sugar daddy boyfriend is the Hollywood trend at the moment!" Chelsea says, now just trying to make Kimee projectile vomit.
"Well you're in for heartbreak, honey, he's already taken," Kimee says.
"Really? I thought you said he's like the Antichrist," Tali says.
"Yeah, but I guess some women are into that…look at Chels for instance. Nah, he's dating a doctor, Allison Cameron, Chels you met her," Kimee says
"Really? No shit! But she was like so much younger than him," Chelsea says awestruck.
"Like you said, the sugar daddy thing is in," Kimee says smugly. "Come on, enough about my idiotic uncle's love life…Dana has Brandon asked you out yet?"
"No, but I've decided that Jake is The One For Me," Dana says coyly.
"No shit…"
"All the tests came back negative," Cameron says dropping a pile of files on House's desk.
"Ok then…" House says blankly and picks up one of the files.
"Tox screen was clean, urine sample came up with nothing, but I noticed that her protein level was up," Chase says.
"So, we can add that to the list, eh?" House says and gets up to write it up on the whiteboard.
"Could be–" Foreman begins to say but is cut off by Kimee's extremely brisk entrance.
"Hello, darlings," she says putting on a heavy Russian accent.
"Yeah, as I was saying," Foreman says.
"I'm doing good thanks, Foreman," Kimee says. "Guess that's how you greet people,"
"What do you mean by that's how I greet people. We're working here!" Foreman says irritated.
"Whoa, sorr-y! No need to get so pissy," Kimee says.
"I'm not pissy…look you came barging in here, make as many rude remarks possible in that time space and then act as if I'm the one who's being rude," Foreman says.
"Look, I'm sorry for interrupting you in the middle of your little lecture–"
"That lecture is the diagnosis to saving a dying girl!" Foreman says.
"And how do you know whether it is right or not?"
"How do you know it's wrong?"
"Look, man, what is up? You're giving attitude to anyone who rubs you the wrong way," Kimee says.
"I just don't like having to deal with pesky kids around the workplace…"
"Hey, I'm not a kid,"
"It doesn't matter! You're always here, getting in the way, getting everyone distracted. This isn't a day care; this is a place of business,"
"OK, call me kid one more time…"
"Or what? You gonna kick my ass?"
"Guys! Enough!" Cameron says coming between them.
"Come on Cameron. We weren't hired to baby-sit insolent children!"
"That's it! You wanna do this the hard way? Bring it on!" Kimee says getting into a fighting stance.
"Yeah? Fine," Foreman says, but is stopped by a cane across his chest.
"Take another step, and you'll never diagnose another patient in your life," House says looking at him icily.
Foreman glares back at him, eventually his shoulders droop. He walks hurriedly out of the room, his white lab coat streaming behind him.
"I could have taken him!" Kimee says to House.
"He's twice your size and was in jail for two years," House says.
"Yeah, well, I've trained with some of the best shifu in the country," Kimee says.
"Seriously, Kimee, that was really dangerous. I was really worried there," Chase says.
"You were worried about me?" Kimee says coyly.
"Yeah I was," Chase says.
"He wasn't actually going to do anything…he's not the type," Kimee says reassuringly.
"Whatever…Chase get out," House says.
"But–" Chase says but House glares at him and he nods and leaves.
"Kimee, you're causing too much trouble…even more than me!" House says.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get Foreman so wound up. It's just, I hate being told off, especially about little things," Kimee says wearily.
"Welcome to the club, we've got badges," House says.
"I'll apologise to Foreman," Kimee says.
"Good…coz I can't have my niece and one of my ducklings fighting, it'd make things awkward and weird!" House says exasperatedly.
"Yeah, yeah… I'll go now then," Kimee says.
House nods at her and she backs out slowly.
To think, he actually considered her one of his favourite relatives…even his smelly old 90 year old grandmother who would call him Harry and serve disgusting uncooked biscuits was better than Kimee sometimes…
"Foreman! Foreman!" Cameron says running after him. Foreman stops and Cameron catches up to him, her breathing heavy.
"What was that back there!" Cameron says heatedly.
"What was what?" Foreman says, touchily.
"That! Picking a fight with an 18 year old girl!" Cameron says exasperatedly.
Foreman doesn't say anything, pursing his lips.
"What's wrong?" Cameron asks, more gently.
Foreman breathes in deeply and he turns to face her slowly.
"It wasn't about Kimee," Foreman says quietly.
"I thought so," Cameron says gently.
"Me and Letisha. We broke up," Foreman says.
"Oh. But I thought things were going really good," Cameron says.
"I thought so too, but then she said she didn't feel ready for this kind of relationship,"
"What does she mean, 'this kind of relationship'?" Cameron asks.
"This…being a doctor," Foreman says. "I never have time for her, I guess… I mean even on the weekends, I come in. Even when I'm off duty, House calls me in… I have no time for my personal life anymore,"
"So you take it out on Kimee?" Cameron asks sceptically.
"I didn't mean to…if it wasn't her, it'd probably have been House," Foreman says with a sigh.
"This happens every time, I think things are great, but suddenly, it just…crumbles. I wish I could find someone who understands my work," Foreman says.
"You will, but you have to be patient." Cameron says patting him on the back.
"I know. Thanks, Cam," Foreman says.
Cameron smiles at him, just as Kimee walks over to them timidly.
"Hey Foreman," she says hesitantly.
"Hey Kimee. Look about before, I'm sorry," Foreman says genuinely.
"Oh, no, it was my fault. I'm sorry," Kimee says.
"That's alright," Foreman says.
"So we cool now?" Kimee asks.
"Yeah," Foreman says smiling at her in his Foreman-ish way.
Monique taps the door gently, poking her head into House's office nervously.
"Dr House?" she says unsurely.
House motions for her to come in, his eyes closed, his headphones on and his hands swaying to the music, as if conducting it, except not as lamely as it would have been if it were someone else doing it.
Monique walks in carrying a pile of files and folders, ready to show House. She puts it down on his desk loudly, making him open one eye in interest.
"So I have here a patient history going back three generations, medical files from before, test results and other information like where she went to school and what she does for work… I've done a CT scan, an MRI, I've tested for infections, viruses everything, but I could find anything of major importance, but I noticed that she was developing a rash, but that could just be a reaction to one of the antibiotics she's on, except I'm not sure which one it is, or if it is even one of the meds, and the drugs are keeping her alive, so I don't know whether I should take her off all of them or just leave it for now…but if I take her off the meds, we can see which symptoms belong to the actual disease and which are just reactions to them–" Monique says in one breath going through all the folders. House doesn't seem to be listening, rolls his eyes and then notices what a good view he's got of her open shirt…
"So, what do you think Dr House?" Monique asks after her little rave. She looks at him, frazzled and realises that he hadn't been listening to a word she said, and in fact was perving on her.
"You are certainly gonna rival Cuddy now, with that kinda cleavage," he says raising an eyebrow at her chest. Monique instantly folds hr arms across her upper body, looking at him annoyed.
"Dr House, have you heard a word I have just said," Monique asks huffily
"Of course I have!" House exclaims. Monique raises her eyebrow questioningly.
"Dr House, I would appreciate it if you'd concentrate one what I have to say," Monique says. "I'm not just here for you to look at,"
"Who said I was looking at anything?" House says.
"I just want a little respect," Monique says.
"Respect has to be earned," House says wisely.
"Oh please, like you've earned any of the 'respect' you have around here," Monique says snorting.
"I have. By being a formidable and brilliant ass," he says simply. He gets up sand walks over to her.
"No one gets respect by being nice and kind and helpful. You just become a doormat that way," he says staring at her with his vivid blue eyes.
"Dr House, shockingly you can be nice and be respected. I'm not gonna get trodden over by anyone," she says defiantly.
"Ooooh, you're a determined one, aren't you? That just means I'm gonna have more fun crushing you," House says.
"What have I done to you? You seem to love all your other little minions," Monique says.
"Ah, that's all a façade I put on to trick them," House says.
"Really? What about Dr Cameron?" Monique asks. House smirks. This one wasn't gonna give up that easily was she? He was gonna enjoy making her break down, definitely.
"What about me?' Cameron says from the doorway. She had snuck in quietly and neither Taylor nor House had noticed her come in.
"Nothing," Monique says looking at Cameron contemptuously.
"No, tell me," Cameron says frowning.
Uh-oh! Catfight! House thinks.
"Fine, I was just saying that House seems to favour you over everyone else,"
"Yeah right, nice conspiracy theory. In fact, he treats me the same as everyone else, sometimes even worse," Cameron says, looking at House coyly.
"Well, you can't help wonder why your boss whispered in your ear and convince you to greet someone you obviously don't like," Monique says.
Cameron looks at her incredulously and begins to laugh. Monique looks at her strangely, her face confused.
"What?" Monique asks.
"You don't know?" Cameron asks looking at House in disbelief. House shrugs casually.
"Know what?" Monique asks.
Cameron walks over to House, places her hands on his shoulders and kisses him on the lips passionately like it was their last kiss, her tongue tracing his lips, making sure that no one in the room would forget it. She slowly pulls back, the taste of her soft lips still on his mouth. Monique just stares at them her mouth hanging open. Cameron just smirks at her and walks off leaving Monique standing there gawping and House still catching his breath after that extremely overwhelming and unforgettable kiss.
Ok, so how was it? This tried to bring in a bit of Foreman action and a feud between two people…I know it was a sad-assed attempt, but I couldn't think of anything else. Just think of Foreman's little outburst as like the male equivalent of PMS.
Now, my fic is set, about a month after 'Hunting' (Chase-and-Cam-sleeping-together-while-she-is-high-on-crystal-meth ep)…so basically this is what could've happened if Kimee came along…so because of her, Stacy and House never sleep together, because of her House and Cameron get together etc, etc. So it's like another version of what things could have turned out instead.