Messaging the Undead

by innerurge1

It's been a year since House's death and Cameron has seen better days. She spends her lonely nights drinking and surfing Facebook. House's profile is still activated and too often she 'talks' to her dead mentor via the site's messaging feature. It quickly becomes a tool to vent life's frustrations. Afterall, it's safe to say just about anything to a dead man.

3. Facebook Message: 8-10-2014 11:29PM

A/N: A note for my international audience: the timestamps from the facebook messages are in US format (MM/DD/YYYY) because we are in Cameron's POV and she's in the US. Thanks again to my beta for pointing out that this format creates some confusion.

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8/10/2014 11:29PM

Back again! I see you still haven't responded to any of my messages. Big fucking surprise there. Dead or alive I never could get you to respond to me. Well, there was the time you kissed back, but you probably did that to distract me. Looking back, I am sure I never really had the upper hand with you.

God, your fucking hands. Long fingers. I wanted so much to fuck those long beautiful fingers. Feel them inside me. Let you play me like you might your piano. I never really got to hear you play it. I heard you once or twice in the chapel. Heard you practicing your guitar when you didn't even know I was still at the hospital.

Damn it took a lot of restraint to make you come to me.

God, I wish you would come inside me. I wish my Greg was yours. It would make it feel just a little less frustrating to have him, simply by name alone, constantly remind me of you. God, I hate Ray for making me name him Greg.

Yeah, I know, who the hell calls you Greg? Besides Stacy. Once in a blue moon Wilson. Problem is, I never screamed your surname late at night, alone in my bed. I made myself come with Greg on my lips.

Pathetic.

You're right.

I'd imagine how good your mouth would feel between my legs. That mean, nasty mouth, doing mean and nasty things to my clit, my vagina, my anus. Yeah, I totally wanted you to lick my asshole. I wanted you to lick every inch of me. I wanted to come on your nasty mouth, then lick it off, and make you come for me in mine.

Did you imagine that a teddy bear made by Grandma could be so dirty? I hope you did. I hope that at least once you spray your own hand with my name on your lips. Maybe once hired a whore who looked just a little too much like me and asked her if she would be Allison for the night.

Fuck, I'm too drunk to be near a computer. I need to curb this shit, but then again, I learned from you, so fuck moderation. Ray has Little Greg, so why be sober? I don't have either Greg to save me from myself.

I just I'll just go get my dildo now and fuck myself again, and wish it was you. Night House. Thanks again for being such a goddamned hot mess.