Secretly Cameron was happy, more like jumping for joy, but she would never tell. She had almost no one in her life who didn't think of her as "Cameron." Her work at the hospital didn't lend itself to much of a social life and with the exception of possibly Wilson, everyone at the hospital called her Cameron. It was nice to hear her first name. Especially from the man she had been inwardly dreaming of for the better part of three years. Yes, life is good.
But like all good things, this too came to an end. Cameron had known in the back of her mind that House would never really be hers; he would never really be anybody's when it came right down to it. House didn't want it bad enough. Sure, he may want it bad enough on Monday. But what about Tuesday? Or Wednesday even? And Cameron never even got to think about Thursday.
"But you called me Allison!"
"And your point is?"
"I don't let just anyone call me Allison. I let you. That should count for something."
"I called Stacey, Stacey, but did you see us ride off into the sunset?"
"What? So your lead character speech was what? A hook? Something to snare me so you could mess with my head?"
"No, I think I may have actually believed what I said then. Or at least wanted to believe it. But I am not a happily-ever-after kind of guy. I am not going to search for my potential princess with some glass slipper hoping the right girl appears from thin air. I don't believe in magic. Hell, I don't believe there is a right girl. Not for me."
"So, now what House? I resign again? Take a fellowship at the Mayo Clinic or maybe Hopkins?
"No, you come to work, do your job and I'll do mine.
"You don't want me, but no one else can have me either. Got it."
"Something like that, yeah."
"You just can't make the effort. At least I know it isn't me."
"Take comfort in that if you want. Or wallow in self-pity, your choice."
So Cameron and House didn't even manage a May to December relationship. They were lucky if theirs was a December to January. But what they experienced, the high's of learning how to relate to each other personally, and the lows of then losing that skill made for a hell of a ride at best, but a relationship, if you could all it that, neither of them will forget. The effects of this relationship, the scars and damage it caused to two already damaged people, only time will show.
Okay guys, you are probably mad at me right about now and I don't blame you, but, I needed to try something different. After all, not all relationships end happily. Anyways, I hope everyone has a Very Merry Christmas! Love to you all, 2BlckBlt/2BlackBelt