Disclaimer: I still don't own House. Bummer.
Rating: M
Pairings: House/Cameron
Spoilers: Umm not sure but I'll say Seasons 1 and 2 just to be sure.
I've completely rewritten the end. I wasn't really that happy with it to begin with anyway, but hearing that you agreed made me decide to change it. See how important it is to review? Hint, hint. :)
Addiction: Chapter Nine
Dr Alison Cameron parked her car carefully on the curb outside of House's townhouse. Getting out of the car and walking up to his door, she knocked on the dark wood before looking down at her feet, waiting for him to open the door. Just when she had started to get impatient, the door swung open and he was there, clad in a dark pair of jeans and an old Gravedigger shirt. He gave her a small nod then turned and limped back inside, disappearing into the kitchen. She stepped inside and shut the door, taking off her jacket and tossing it over the back of the couch. Wondering if he'd ordered the food yet she walked over to the kitchen and found him taking several boxes out of a paper bag. Deciding to make herself useful, she peeked into a few cupboards until she found the one that he kept the plates in and pulled two out.
"What are you doing?" he said, "You can't truly enjoy Chinese takeout unless you eat it straight out of the box."
Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Or is it that you're too lazy to wash up if you use plates?"
Looking up at her briefly, he said, "That too."
She returned the plates back to the cupboard and helped him carry the boxes out to the living room. He put on reruns of General Hospital from the TiVo and they ate in silence. After they were done, Cameron was surprised when House stacked all the boxes and went to put them in the kitchen. Glancing at her watch she saw that it was twenty past seven. Suddenly her phone rang, and she grabbed her jacket from the back of the couch and pulled it out of the left pocket. Looking at the caller ID she was surprised to see that it was Scott calling her.
Flipping it open, she said, "Hi Scott."
"Alison? Where are you?" he said, sounding a bit impatient.
"Uh, I'm at a friend's place. How come you're calling me? Is everything okay?" she asked puzzled.
"Well I'm at the restaurant and I've been waiting for ages and you haven't shown up so I was worried. You did get my message didn't you? Your boss said he'd tell you."
Cameron seethed with anger upon realising what had happened. She managed to calm down enough to say, "Scott, I am so sorry. Was I supposed to meet you for dinner? I haven't seen my boss all afternoon so he must have forgotten to tell me. Can we meet again tomorrow? How long are you staying for?"
"No can do, I'm leaving tomorrow morning at about six. Don't worry about it, I'll see you when you come and visit Chris," Scott said.
"I can come to the restaurant. If you wait I can be there in about an hour, because I have to go back home and change and- " she said hurriedly, seeing House step out of the kitchen, then quickly limp back again after hearing her words. Her anger tripled.
"Ally, it's alright. Really, I'll see you another time. Besides I don't fancy sitting here for another hour. Just stay at your friend's place and enjoy yourself. I'll talk to you another time, Alison," he said sincerely.
Giving up, she said softly, "Okay. I might be over for Christmas, but I'm not sure. Bye, Scott."
Snapping the phone shut, she stuffed it back in her jacket before standing up and marching into the kitchen. House was stirring a fresh mug of coffee, thinking, fuck, I'm really in the deep shit now.
He ignored her as she entered the room but couldn't help but flinch slightly when she bellowed, "What the hell gave you the idea that you could do something like that? You have absolutely no right to meddle in my personal life!"
House avoided her gaze and stared at his coffee mug. He wasn't stupid enough to say anything snarky this time. She glowered at him before whipping around and marching back out of the kitchen. He remained still for a few seconds before, limping as fast as he could out into the living room. She was zipping up her jacket and striding to the door. As she turned the handle to open it, he held her upper-arm to stop her.
Still facing the door, she said angrily, "Let me go."
"No. You're going to hear me out. Then you can decide whether you want to leave or not," he snarled.
Slowly she turned around to look at him. He looked away from her after he saw slight wetness at the corners of her eyes. Why did he always end up doing this?
He looked back at her and opened his mouth to say something, but closed it instead. He couldn't tell her. Even if he wanted to, he wasn't entirely sure if his throat would co-operate.
Her blue-green eyes bored into his, before she blinked, and a tiny, lone tear escaped from her eye. She whipped around and opened the door, and without another word she stepped out and slammed it shut.
TBC...
Author's Note: Please review!!! I love getting them so much and they make my day. Anyways, sorry this is a very short chapter but I've been really busy recently with assignments and stuff.