The Jerk
"He did WHAT?" Remy asked with a flare of anger.
Cameron bit her lip, "He flashed me his doodle." She covered her face in embarrassment.
"His doodle?" She gave her girlfriend a look, "Honestly Al, you're a doctor—"
"Yes exactly, which is why you should not be angry because my patient exposed himself… It turned out to be medically relevant."
Remy crossed her arms and sat angrily next to her. She wouldn't look at her, but she did decide to tackle her so that they were lying on the couch, "I still want to sneak in there again and give that jerk a punch in the face… and the undersized testes." She 'hmphed'.
Cameron only grinned and pulled Remy closer, "I know you do…"
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"Hi." Wilson chased after Cameron as she got off the elevator as if on a mission to get to the lab.
Cameron turned to him, "Hey."
There was a moment of silence before the older doctor asked, "Where are you going?"
"The lab. We're testing our patient's blood for hereditary—"
"Cuddy thinks I sabotaged Foreman's interview. She's gonna fire me." Wilson interrupted her with a flustered look.
Cameron paused for a moment before, "I don't believe it."
"She said it was unprofessional and—"
"No, I mean I literally don't believe it." It was her turn to interrupt, "Cuddy wouldn't fire you for something like that." Wilson gave her a guilty look, "Which... means either she lied to you, or you're... lying to me."
Wilson gave it up, "You so would have fallen for that three years ago."
Cameron studied him a moment, "You were looking for a reaction. You were looking for me to feel bad for you. Save your skin." She shrugged, "But how am I gonna save you?" She stops walking all together, "Unless... you think I'm the one who really did it."
"Cuddy's logic was Foreman's valuable to House. I care about House. Ergo, I would do anything to save him."
"And your logic was... I care about House as much as you do, ergo..."
Wilson nodded, closing his eyes.
"Well… It wasn't me." She said.
"I don't believe you."
"Look… Foreman's nothing more than a colleague."
Wilson nodded before he gave her a suspicious look, "You're lying."
"Everyone does. But it wasn't me."
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Cameron and Chase were in the lab performing the many tests assigned for that jerk of a kid, "Foreman's interview in New York got screwed up." Cameron started conversation.
"I heard." Chase didn't move or anything… he simply kept running tests.
"Foreman thought it was House, House thought it was Cuddy. Cuddy thought it was Wilson, Wilson thought it was me…" She said in a tone indicating where she was going.
"And you think it was me?" He laughed, "God... you think I... sabotaged Foreman? I don't even want him here."
Cameron nodded, "I know."
"Then why would I do—?"
"I think you sabotaged Foreman just to sabotage Foreman."
Chase sits back in his chair not letting Cameron see the hurt look on his face, "So everyone's a suspect because everyone wants to help House. Except for me. I'm a suspect because I'm a petty, vindictive jerk?"
She gave him a look that told him that's exactly what she thought.
"You actually think I would do something like that?"
Cameron shrugged, "It was someone."
He knit his brows in anger, "It wasn't me." He ripped a test result from the printer and looked at it, "Negative for Von Gierke disease." He paused before changing the subject, "And it's Tuesday."
"I know." Cameron started to grin.
He was angry as he stated, "I like you."
"I know. See you next Tuesday." Her grin turned a bit wicked and she scrunched her nose in triumph as he turned away from her.
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"See you next Tuesday?" Remy asked in disbelief.
She chuckled, "Yeah… am I a horrible person?"
"Horrible? No… Fed up and a bit bitchy about it… Most definitely."