Disclaimer: House is still not mine, nor is Cameron. Lettie still is mine, hands off.
A/N: this is almost the end for Lettie and Dr. House. Please be sure to read and review for me. I am definitely interested in what you all think, praise or criticism alike.
Dr. House was really something. How could she have known this would happen to her? Lettie was exhausted. She sat down on a bench outside of the hospital and closed her eyes. The last two hours flooded back to her with almost more emotion than when she lived them first hand.
"What are you doing? Do you miss me yet?" The voice was only familiar because of the self-absorbed quality that still managed to cover her like a blanket, even through the cell phone. "What do you want Dr. House? Do you need a character witness? I am not sure you can count on me." Lettie was annoyed to hear his voice so close to the time when she walked out on him. If nothing else, he should be in jail. She was not sure if she had persuaded him into rehab. "I just want to know what you are doing. And hurry up and tell me because they only allow us personal phone calls between Art and Group." Lettie stammered a little.
"You- you actually went to… rehab? I'm um, right in the middle of a rehearsal of sorts. I guess if you want to call waiting on the dance captain to make the DVD player work "in the middle of". Rehab? Really?" She could hear the nervous tension building on the other end of the phone and hoped it wouldn't seep over to her side. "Yeah rehab really. But it's not what you think. In fact you would probably be appalled at me. I am cheating my way through. But! Before you protest your little heart out, Tritter is gone, so I can lie, cheat and steal all I want." She could hear a deep breath and then a long exhale, and then silence.
"Tritter is really gone? So he is going to leave me alone too? That's great, I mean I think that's great. What do you mean cheating your way through?" She had a look on her face that only said "motherly concern" and hoped that the doctor couldn't read her expression through the phone. "I can't explain it to you like this. I need you to come here. Well, I've been told to have you come here. I'm not on step nine yet, but Dr. Cameron said I should apologize to you in person. She thinks I have really messed you up. So um, after my group, in say, 45 minutes? Would you?" "I guess so House. I mean, yeah, I'll be there." "Good, stay in your rehearsal clothes. The giant thugs around here refuse to put on the tights I bought them. I am getting tired of the view." Before she could protest, like he always seemed to know she would, House had hung up the phone.
Lettie arrived exactly 40 minutes later to the clinic of the hospital, the only entrance she had ever taken. She was walking down the hall to the elevators when she was stopped by a pretty doctor who couldn't be too much older than her, that she knew from the voice must be Dr. Cameron. "Lettie? I am guessing you are Lettie, not many dancers walk through here every day. I'm Dr. Cameron." Lettie was impressed, the woman was very attractive and very strong looking, but not without that comfortable feeling of compassion. "Yeah, I'm Lettie. Its good to actually meet you. Have you heard that Dr. House summoned me as per your request?" "Yes, I heard. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to keep dragging you into this. I just thought that it would be like that debriefing you wanted." "Its ok Dr. Cameron, I think we'll just have to see what happens. Want to come along?"