Counting down the days till Christmas…hoping they are wrapped up with a bow under the tree. Until then I don't own them.
Yes, House was a total bastard in Part 1, but don't worry, Cameron stands up for herself. Read on!
From Part 1
"So you can have meaningless sex with her, but I can't?"
"With me she knew it was meaningless, she loves you! Do I need to record that particular phrase and put it on playback for you?"
"No. I think I get it."
"Good. Now go apologize." Chase finished off this conversation.
House left the conference room to look for Cameron. His first thought was to look for her in the lab, but then he realized that was too obvious. His next thought was the locker room, but quickly discounted that thought as well, seeing as it was at coed room where Cameron would know House would be liable to walk in and find her quickly. That left the women's restroom.
This could be awkward. If anyone sees me going in here I could get into major trouble, but if I don't than my relationship with Cameron will be in even bigger trouble.
The choice was obvious, into the ladies room he went, after a quick check to make sure no gossiping pediatric nurse's or Cuddy were near by. He was in the clear.
Cameron knew the second House entered, she recognized the familiar shuffle step. No other doctor at the hospital had the particular gait.
"Cameron?"
"What the hell do you want House? Did you not already have your fun for the day? And what are you doing in here anyways? Did you not notice the woman on the door on the outside?"
"I have a bad leg, not bad eyes. I am here to talk to you. I screwed up. Major league. What we did, it made me feel something, something I hadn't felt in a long time, maybe ever. And it scares the hell out of me. The idea of someone loving me, and me falling in love with them is never something I have been particularly good at."
"I've noticed. You chased away a woman, who to my knowledge, is one of the few adult relationships you have had, after pursuing her to the point you stole her medical files. You clearly don't do relationships well."
"Maybe you aren't as naïve as I thought."
"You aren't the only perceptive one House. I notice things. Especially about you. I have to understand you, how else do you expect me to answer your mail?"
"True. But you still don't sign it right. The signature is too girly."
"So what, do you want me to change? We have been over that. I will never be boyfriend material. I don't do chocolates on Valentine's Day or flowers on your birthday. I probably won't even be aware that those days are important."
"I know that. I have worked with you for three years and you have never even said Happy Birthday. I won't suddenly be expecting dozens of roses and diamonds for our anniversaries."
"You say that now, but when your friends show you that their boyfriend bought them fancy jewelry after they have been dating for a year, you will care. You will be resentful, sure you will try to hide it and keep smiling, but believe me, the resentment will be there. I know these things work."
"So, the famous Dr. House is not only a mind reader now but can see the future as well? Amazing! I hope he keeps his job as a diagnostician, because he sucks as a mind reader and fortune teller." The more House talked the angrier Cameron became.
How can he presume to know what I am thinking now and what he thinks I will do a year from now? Damn him. Too bad I don't settle fights with physical violence because I would really love to smack the hell out of him right now. And the beauty of it is that after I did it I would be able to run away and he wouldn't be able to catch me! What the hell?
Smack! Cameron's hand connected with House's face. It wasn't a punch, but it hurt a hell of a lot more than the other times he had been slapped by women. It was embarrassing too considering she probably didn't even weigh one hundred pounds.
Damn. I can't say she hits like a girl. Does she take kick boxing classes or something? I must need to give her more work if she has time for that crap.
"There House. How does it feel to be humiliated? You just got smacked around by a girl. But I guarantee, it doesn't compare to what I am feeling right now. Smacking you did help a little though."
What I'd really like to do is, well, I can't do what I'd like to do. The whole Hippocratic Oath thing. I didn't do any real harm when I smacked him, so I am in the clear there. Okay, if I tell myself that enough I might believe it. But it felt so damn good!
"Okay Cameron. I guess I deserved that."
"You deserve worse after what you did to me in the conference room. What happened between us last night, happened between us, not between us, the rest of the diagnostics department and Wilson, the nurses upstairs or whomever else you want to tell. You obviously don't feel the same way about last night as I do, but you can at least respect my feelings. I deserve that much respect.