House's War: The Final Battle
After a trying time in the clinic and dodging Cameron the entire day, House walked onto the battlefield once again. It took two glasses of scotch and a sonata, but House returned to dream land.
Through the haze and mist, House walked into his own personal hell – the PPTH clinic. There was a different air to everything. House felt an unusual calm as he watched the scene before him. It was as if he surrendered to what was according. He watched himself watching Cameron as she moved about the patients. She smiled and took pity on the young mother with the three active kids.
He took a deep breath. 'Now or never' House walked over toward Cameron. "Can I see you for a moment? I need a consult." She nodded. He looked around and motioned for her to follow him toward exam 1. He began with the symptoms. "48 yr old male, complains of night sweats, chest pains, and insomnia. He also complains that he's unable to concentrate in daily work tasks." She nodded and walked through the door.
"I'm Dr. Cameron, - House, where's the patient?" She turned to see him close the door. He walked up to the table and sat down. "I'm the patient." She approach him with concern – how very Cameron. "What are you talking about House?" She had just stepped within his grasp. A small squeak escaped her lips as her arms settled on his shoulders. "Everybody lies." House whispered as his lips caressed hers. The surprised shock fell over her face.
When he finally released her, the shock was still on her face. House knew he did the wrong thing. "I'm sorry – just forget it ever happened." She nodded and stepped back. Cameron looked at him before she left – it was a look he hated, one of pure pity.
House shook awake. 'Not again.' He knew that it was going to be another "concert night" for his neighbors. Lucky for them, House was an expert and only played classical pieces this late at night. The melodies began to fill the air, House began to close his eyes letting the music to take over.
"You should come to bed." He heard over his shoulder. He hit a wrong note – turned to see who was talking to him. A beautiful woman stood in front of him. "What are you doing here?" She settled on the bench next to him. "Where else would I be?" House stared into her eyes, "Cameron…"
"Yes, Greg." She put her left hand on his face. "Why aren't you with Chase?" Cameron's hand dropped. "How many times do we have to go over this, I love you – I always have and always will." She put her lips on his very gently. His mind raced over what was happening. Finally his heart took over, and House fell into the kiss. Time stopped, all noise stopped, everything stopped.
Coming up for air, House looked at Cameron and smiled. He stroked her hair and gazed into her eyes. For one brief moment, he was happy. "Now take your wife to bed, Foreman and Daniels are going to spread rumors if we're late again." He nodded and followed her.
This time, House was completely awake. The alarm clock showed it was 7:00 am. House walked over to the kitchen, put on coffee. Rubbing his temples, House tried to clear the webs and thought about the past few days. The kiss, the baby's hand touching his, the arrival of Moriarty, all showed him what was important to him. He was after, but he knew what to do – to take a chance. He lost the war and he was alright with that.