"I've got to be honest I think you know. I'm covered in lies and that's ok. There's somewhere beyond this. I know."
You're a God, Vertical Horizon
The morning sunlight streamed into her bedroom window and illuminated the room. She opened her eyes slightly, and held her hand up to her face, blocking out the light. She moved her head to the right slightly and saw him, lying back on her pillows and staring at her.
The image made her stomach flutter.
'Morning,' She said softly, brushing her bangs out of her face.
'Morning,' He replied roughly, his forehead creasing slightly as he continued to stare at her.
She suddenly felt rather self conscious, noticing that the only thing that was covering her was the loose sheets of her bed and she pulled them tighter around her, sitting up. She moved forward a bit and looked at her clock on her beside table.
'It's 9:00am,' She groaned, rubbing her forehead.
'It's early,' He replied.
She smirked. 'Early for you. I'm usually in the office way before now.'
He sat up softly and moved his face over to her shoulder. He kissed it softly, before moving his face up to hers. She stared at him, completely taken aback by this side of him as he curled an arm around her waist and pressed his lips gently on hers. She responded, opening her mouth as he pushed her back down on her bed and hovered over her, moving his mouth against hers.
Her cell phone began buzzing against the wood of her beside table.
She moved her head slightly, unwilling to break away from him, to stare at the phone. He moved his lips to her cheek, then down to her neck, running his hands up and down her sides. Letting out a frustrated groan when her phone didn't stop ringing she reached her hand over and picked it up, flipping it open and holding it to her ear.
'Hello,' She mumbled into the phone, slightly distracted at the fact that he was still kissing her neck.
'Cameron? Where are you?' Chase's voice echoed in her ear from the other end of the phone.
'Hm. I – I'm just running a little late,' She managed to say, her hand grasping his arm as he kissed her on the lips.
She held the phone away, kissing him back. 'We have a case. Do you know where House is? We can't get through to him.' Chase asked, his voice loud enough so that even he heard it.
'I'll be in soon. I'll try to get a hold of him,' She snapped shut her cell phone and tossed it on the bed, bringing both her hands up to curl around the nape of his neck, pulling him against her and placing her lips on his.
'Where is your cell phone?' She asked him when they finally came up for air. He collapsed back on the pillows and frowned.
'In the pocket of my pants. Which … is in your living room,' He replied, sitting up and wrapping the sheets around his lower half before walking out of her bedroom and down the hall.
She sat up and tightened the sheets around herself, running her fingers through her hair. This was bizarre and scary and this almost represented a typical type of normalcy for them.
He walked back in, jeans on, and pulled his T-Shirt over his head. He sat on the edge of her bed and cocked his head to the side, looking at her.
'What?' He asked, raising his eyebrows at her smiling face.
'Nothing,' She replied, climbing over and pressing her lips swiftly on his before getting out of bed, holding the sheets around her as she walked into her bathroom.
40 minutes later he pulled into the car park of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, right next to her car. He turned off the ignition and looked at her.
'Now, if we do this really subtly, it'll just look like I parked next to you at the same time. Got it?' He winked at her and opened the door, stepping out and closing it behind him. She did the same and turned to her car, opening it and grabbing out her jacket.
When she turned around hit the 'lock' button on her keys, he wasn't standing behind her. She smirked and pulled her bag tighter over her shoulder and began walking towards the entrance of the hospital.
This was definitely turning out to be anything but nothing.
It had turned out to be an odd day.
She didn't quite know what to expect from him. She found herself shifting slightly everytime he addressed her, or looked at her, and she wondered whether anyone had noticed her awkwardness. Their patient was currently stable, dosed up with about 4 different drugs he had ordered them to give him. It hadn't yet had a devastating effect.
She took off her glasses and set them down on her desk, finally making up her mind and deciding to talk to him. Talk maybe wasn't the best word. Never the less, she imagined nothing could be as bad as sitting in the office, reading a line on a chart over and over as her mind was preoccupied.
She pressed her hand on the cold glass of his door and stepped into the surprisingly dark room. She stopped.
The only light that was illuminating his office was his lamp, filling the room in a soft amber glow. He sat in his chair. There was a bottle of pills sitting on his desk, 3 spilling onto the surface. His hand was clutching his leg when he looked up.
Saw her.
'House …' Her voice was soft as she took another step towards him, her breathing hitched as she stared at him.
He rolled his eyes and let go of his leg. She paused, noticing the shift in his behaviour and deciding to keep her distance. This was happening. His pain had come back. Was this why …
'Your leg … How much does it hurt?' She asked softly, standing still in the middle of the room.
'Enough,' He replied, grabbing a Vicodin off his desk and tossing it into his mouth.
She bit her lip. 'Do you …'
'I'm fine.' His voice was firm.
'House …' She began, almost placatory.
'I'm fine.' He replied louder, his voice etched with finality.
Her heart missed a beat and her breath caught in her throat. She stood still, almost afraid to move, but mostly in shock. Fast. Too fast. A lump gathered in her throat and she swallowed. She wasn't going to cry. Not now.
'Fine.' She said, turning around and walking out of his office.
He didn't really expect her to look back.