Truth
She was shocked seeing him there, at her door, emotionless expression. He didn't care was her only thought as she kept herself hidden behind the door, her head snaked around the frame. He tapped his cane impatiently.
"Can I come in."
She nervously looked down at her thigh. Blood. That means no.
"No," she replied. He looked her sternly.
"Don't make me say please, it destroys my image."
Cameron shook her head. She just wanted to do what got her off, in the nonsexual way of course. Let her release, leave her alone, and...
"Go home House." She said firmly. He rested his cane on her door.
"No."
And with one push he was in her home. She grabbed the nearest blanket on her couch and wrapped it around her frail body. House couldn't see the weakness in her. She had to make sure he didn't see the blood. No, he wouldn't care but that wasn't what she was worried about. She was worried about the disgust he would harbor towards her, making her feel pitiful.
"A sudden chill? Either I'm getting hot flashes or you're nude under that blanket. Did I disturb something?" He asked in his snarky little tone.
"What do you want House?" She asked, ignoring his comment. He nodded.
"You cut," he remarked, blantly. Cameron would have gawked at him, but she had to keep her cool this once, think of all the fun she was missing because of him.
"No, I don't." House looked at her incredilously.
"Then we will just say the little incident in the lab was just..."
"Nothing. I had a loose string on my pants and I slipped and cut myself." Tight rope. She was back up on the tight rope. She has gotten past Wilson and Cuddy but House was entirely different. Instead of naive like Cuddy or accepting like Wilson he was, well, House. And be as it may House was House and though Cameron had been thanking him for being that way she was cursing him mentally that he was who he was.
"Right. Sure and Wilson and I have make out sessions over Chinese food. Really Cameron, what kind of fool are you taking me as?" He asked. Cameron could only shake her head go away.
"House, it's nothing. Please, just leave." And she was sure he wouldn't press the matter any further because it wasn't in his nature. But he suprised her.
"Fine. But I need to use the bathroom first."
Cameron's eyes widened. How can she say no? How can she get all the evidence of her mishappen out of there without suspicion? How does House keep doing this to her? She wanted to hit herself for leaving her tools and such out along with the bloody towels. That and after her recent release she was interrupted and never cleaned off one of the blades. She had to tell House he can't use her bathroom and he needed to leave. He needed to now.
"No. My, uh, toliet doesn't work. The plumber was supposed to, um, come earlier today but he didn't." Pretty good for coming off the top of her head. But Alison Cameron was a terrible liar and even she saw it. But hopefully he wouldn't. He just gave her this look.
"What don't you want me to see?" He asked.
"Nudiy magazines I hope," he remarked, limping towards her demise. She hurried after him, the blanket falling off her in the process.
"Please, House, just leave!"She yelled. He took one look back at her and then did a double take. He saw the blood that drenched a straight line across her pants. It wasn't very long and was quite small but enough to get him to half run to the bathroom and see her dirty little sin. His cane clanked on the ground when House dropped it. It was unexpected and if it weren't for Cameron's light headedness she would have rushed towards him. But she stopped dead in her place to keep conciousness.
"Cameron, what the hell."
She could remember him saying those words when they were at the hospital. But the concern in his voice was new and unexpected. She just looked at him as he exited her bathroom.
"What is this? What the fuck are you doing, Alison."
It was the first time he used her first name and it made her smile. Or maybe it was the tickling sensation in her stomach making her smile. He used fuck and her name in the same sentence, also a hilarity to her.
House was just giving her this look and she could only stand there. She laughed. She didn't know why and she didn't understand it, but it felt like she had to laugh.
"Cameron!" He yelled but she just laughed harder.
"It's funny," she said holding on to her sides. Boy, did her cut itch.
"It's not funny, it's serious. Stop laughing you're giving me a headache."
She kept laughing.
"Exactly."
It confused the hell out of him but as she swayed he became even more nervous about the situation. Then she stopped altogether.
"Go home, House."
It was what she said when he was on the other side of the door to her apartment. He approached her, almost falling in the process.
"No." And he tried his hardest not to use her as his crutch as he guided her to the couch before she fainted. Cameron just gave him this dazed look.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked. He wanted answers to why she was doing this.
"Like you care. Go home."
"I'm not fucking going anywhere til you tell me what the hell is going on!" He yelled. She looked startled.
"Why?" She asked in a small voice.
"Because if one of my ducklings has become a wack job then I want to know. Now tell me."
She laughed.
"No."
"Cameron. Tell. Me. What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You." He spelled out.
"No."
"Alison."
"Alison."
"What a beautiful name."
"NO!" She screamed. And she got up to leave. She didn't care if he was here she needed it. But he grabbed her by the wrist and got up. She threw her other fist at him.
"Let me fucking go House!" She yelled. She hit his gut but it did nothing, she was weak and becoming extremely light headed. He grabbed the other wrist as it was about to hit him.
"Tell me." He said firmly.
She gave him this desperate look that said please leave me alone. She tried to hold back her tears.
"I'm Alison."
"What a beautiful name."
She shook back the tears and tried to shake House off of her.
"Tell me"
And she broke down.
"I was raped."