Disclaimer: for the millionth time... I do not own House or anyone in his world. I did create Lettie though, she is perfect and she is mine. No touch ballerina!
A/N: This is just to fill in the time between new episodes, since I am following the story line so closely. I did bring Cameron in, but just her voice, I was afraid to get too involved, she might be even more complex than House. Please R&R.
Lettie had just walked out of Dr. House's apartment moments before. She was feeling a little scared at what she had just done, a little guilty for letting a stranger get to her like that, and very keyed up and tense about what might happen to her now. She paused on the corner of the block and flipped through her cell phone to find the hospital's number. She was just hoping someone would talk to her.
In response to the question of where she would like to be directed, Lettie asked for Dr. Cameron, hoping the other woman would be as nice to her now that she had taken action, as she was before. "Dr. Cameron, its Lettie, from earlier. I wanted to tell you what happened." The woman on the other end consented, "It's a good time to talk, we're waiting on some tests. Not long enough for you to come in though, are you ok on the phone?" Lettie said she was. "So what happened?" Lettie quickly gave a run down about how she went to House's apartment, gave him the one Vicodin pill, told him she was refusing to help him with his addiction any more, and that he should take Tritter's deal.
"Well it was all you could do for him Lettie, he won't let anyone help. I should know, I've tried." Dr. Cameron's voice sounded very strange, and very tired. Lettie was quick to use her intuition to find the things to say. "He does care, he just doesn't know how to show it. He told me that it was because he cared enough about me not to get me fired, that he got Dr. Cuddy to help me. I know its because he cares so much about you- and the rest of his team, that he is fighting this. He is more afraid of how it will look if you are connected to a doctor who admitted to having a problem, than a doctor who was martyred for the sake of a dirty cop's vendetta."
"Martyr?! House?!" Dr. Cameron sounded like the next words out of her mouth would be very harsh, so Lettie cut her off to explain. "He really does care, I saw the look in his eyes when I said I talked to you. He was afraid I would be like you, and there would be one more person he was scared he might hurt. I sucked it up and treated him with as much acid as he deals out, and he was grateful." Cameron sighed on the other end of the line; it was still a sigh of mild disbelief. "If you say so, I really hope you are right Lettie. Thank you for trying to help, I am sorry you can't do anything more, that none of us can do anything more."
Lettie was almost finished walking home; she didn't realize that for all this time she had lived so close to a man who was rocking the world she walked through blindly. "Dr. Cameron, I know this sounds strange, but maybe sometime, how ever this resolves itself- I hope for the better- could I come in and talk with you? Just for a little while, just to help me process all of this?" "Yes, I get the feeling we will all need a debriefing. It might be good for u- Lettie? I have to go, House is here!" Before Lettie could respond, Cameron had rung off the line.
"I hope nothing bad happens that involves me. I really really hope nothing bad happens BECAUSE of me."