Chapter 2
Original A/N: This chapter will be a little different... Wilson will appear again, because House and Cameron still have to think about some things (and because they are very stubborn), but I really want to write them interacting soon. As for the difference I mentioned, I hope it's a good surprise!
Boredom
Seeing nothing interesting on the usual entertaining sites I had saved (hidden, obviously) on my computer, I decided to play with my blue and green tennis ball, tossing it back and forth on the glass wall of my office. The problem with that set of actions was that it meant I didn't have anything to occupy my mind and my thoughts moved helpelessly to the subject I wanted to avoid the most.
Cameron.
Coming to work much later than usual, with an appearence more dishevelled than usual and demeanor that suggested a mood much more low-spirited than usual. Yeah, such an apalling thing that she felt like that if you were feeling like that.
The difference was, I thought, that I caused both situations, not her. While I could accept making myself more miserable than usual - it's not like that was too different than my normal state - I couldn't bear to accept that I had made someone else feel like that. Well, maybe someone, but not her.
I felt like an idiot. She obviously cared about me, to say the minimum (I didn't want to think about what else she felt about me), and all I managed to give her back was a gigantic warning sign that said 'get away' in big, flashing lights, all because I didn't want her to get hurt. Only that I got her hurt anyway.
That's what happens when you try to do something good, I thought bitterly. No, that wasn't true. That wasn't the reason why I felt like moving to another state or country and forgetting about everything that ever hapenned in my life.
This was what happened when you cared.
Really gonna follow your advice next time, Wilson, if all of them are going to lend me in situations as good as this.
Talking about Wilson, he seemed to be trying to get my attention by standing at the front of my desk.
"What?" I asked, more politely than I could have. He sighed. Should I even bother to take note of it anymore?
"I talked to Cameron." that got me to look at him with an as much menacing glare as I could present and stop tossing the ball around.
"And why the hell would you do that? 10 o'clock already too late for you to be deprived of pretty things in skirts?" he looked down and put his hands in his hips with a-yes, "Nurses refused your invitation for a quick talk in your office?" now, he was getting closer to a growl.
"Isn't it a little ironic that you're accusing me of wanting to go out with someone who has a lower position than me at the hospital?" oh, snap.
"I don't know. Is it ironic because you actually want to "go out" with someone who has a higher position than you?" maybe if the distractions were offensive enough he would forget the first reason he got mad at me. He... took a seat on a chair that was supposedly for patients.
"Are you obssessed with always knowing whenever I get laid or you just don't want to talk about the disastrous date you had last night?" apparently the distractions weren't going to help, only worsen the questioning to more determined and angered levels. Time to change strategies.
"You gather the date was a disaster from your little chst with Dr. Cameron?" that was something I really wanted to know, what they talked about the date. Although if it was so bad Wilson came immediately to talk to me, maybe I could wait. I put on my best puppy eyes "Cuz, you know, I would have told you if you had reserved to time to speak with me instead of going interrogating my employees behind my back and then trying to do the same with me."
Wilson didn't seem very fazed by my expression of hurt "Right, we would have a conversation like we did last night, when you got home and told me to leave your apartment and depart to hell." So, he had a point that I wasn't being very diplomatic after I left the restaurant. That still didn't grant him a right to go behind my back just so he could meddle in my life and psychoanalyze me, especially now that the meddling didn't invlove only me.
"You know, maybe that was some sort of clue that I didn't want to hear whatever you have to say about this. I thought maybe you had forgotten I said it during the night, but apparently I was just too subtle." I assumed a more serious expression, "Let me try again: I don't care about what may be your opinion on whatever goes on between me and Cameron. I will care, however, if you continue bothering me and her." Especially her, my mind supplied.
"Oh, of course you're right." he said, quite sarcastically "It's so annoying when someone tries to interfere in your relationships. It's a shame I'm not doing it out of sheer boredom and yes because I'm trying to help you get out of the hole you caved yourself in, since in the first case that wouldn't be a problem." he said that with a pointed look that inspired me to think of all the ways I could kill someone in a office that was basically an aquarium and ways of not getting caught. So what that I occasionally engaged in the art that is disturbing Wilson and his endless affairs with the opposite sex? At least I didn't pretend I was doing it to help him... And if I did that too sometimes, it doesn't matter, because I'm not Wilson and I'm not going to endure this with a couple of long suffering sighs and an overly pained expression.
"Do you think I'm gonna let you give me your analysis just because you made an argument about how much of a hypocrite I am? Cause that lacks the main reason of what I just said before and which I see you still didn't get: I. Don't. Care."
"Fine" he got up. Wait, that worked? He paused at the door "But just so you know, I told Cameron about how bad you looked last night after the date and she barely believed it. So maybe you should contemplate letting her know a little more information about how you really feel, House, because in case you failed to notice, she didn't look any better than you this morning." with that he left my office and - in what was probably the cruellest revenge possible - also me, alone with that knowledge and my spiraling thoughts.
