Lullaby Chapter 2
Title: Lullaby
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
Spoiler: Up to early S5. :)
Summery: Cameron is pregnant. The problem? She doesn't tell anybody who the father of her child is. Rumors. Speculations. Reproaches. How is it possible not to forget the important thing in this mess?
Warning: I'm from Germany so my English will be pretty crappy. Hope you can enjoy it. ;(
Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or any other character of the show.
Chapter 2 - Mesmerized
She was sitting in her office, hundreds of charts piled up on her desk in front of her. Not just her own, god behave. For a reason she couldn’t quite understand, Cuddy had forced her to do House’s charting as well. If she’d refused she would just have given her this pleading look she couldn’t stand. Well at least it was a good opportunity to relax her swollen feet.
Who could’ve known that a few pounds were able to have such an effect on her. It weren’t so much after all. Just 6. She knew it was too little but her body did things his own way, didn’t seem to care about her instructions.
Tired she pulled her feet under her thighs trying to find a comfortable position. Desperately. Lost in agony. Hopeless. She looked up when she heard the door to her office opening and stared a second on this well known figure, this man who was just nothing to her anymore. She gulped. How fast could she run to get away from him? Fast enough? Doubtfully.
A long moment he just stared at her form. Realization rolling over him and she asked herself how she must have looked for him. Red, puffy eyes. Her weird position. Charts. Pale blue skin. He didn’t say she should go home. Why should he care? It wasn’t like it was some kind of his business.
“What do you want?”, she asked tiredly. This familiar tone in her voice was just visible when they were alone. Not stirring the rumour pot. He sat down on the chair in front of her desk and played with his cane, twisting him between his fingers in an agonizing consonance. She stared at him for a second mesmerized by his moving hands. It was hard to focus. Everything seemed to distract her, shook her out of her common balance.
“The truth.” She knew what he was talking about but was she ready to give it to him? Barely. She wasn’t nearly ready to commit it to herself.
“You have nothing to do with this thing…”, she said calmly, trying to concentrate on the paper in front of her.
“You’re lying…”
“Everybody lies.”
When she looked up she met his eyes. Ice blue. Jade green. Forever. He was trying to read her mind but this time she didn’t cave. It was best for all of them when nobody knew the truth. It would just hurt the people around her and she had hurt enough people in her life. Besides…She was so awfully tired and it was time that she would look after herself. Her own welfare.
Chase would’ve carried her to the end of the world, but she would’ve never been satisfied.
Wilson would’ve given her anything she ever wanted until his overwhelming love had devoured her.
House would’ve hurt her, ripping her apart, and she would’ve let it pass, until nothing of her was left.
Perhaps it was good not to rely on man, not to be addicted to them. Even if it was hard to be all alone. Like he was looking at her right now, with this piercing blue eyes which seemed to watch every single movement of her she felt naked. Helpless. Lost. If he would’ve been able to feel this way, perhaps…perhaps they could’ve…but not this way. Not with him caught in his misery.
One long agonizing night. A lot of alcohol. His patient had just died a couple of hours ago and he had the desire to go out for a drink or two. She was still upset because of the break up with Chase. Two dark and twisted souls. Alcohol. One night to forget everything. After that they should’ve never talked about it again. A mute accommodation.
He knew she was showing him a way out. He was still watching her face, nearly soundlessly. Even if she hadn’t had a good night sleep her skin was glowing in utterly beautiful colours. Colours that didn’t exist in the human world. The man, the primitive animal deep inside his throat wanted to taste her, to feel her smooth skin. He wanted to press her against the next wall and make her forget about Chase. His elaborate, cool mind would keep him in place and was taking this opportunity without a hint of a doubt. He sighed and got up, turning his back at her. At the door he stopped and turned around. Cameron was again focused at her work. His gaze stopped at her swollen belly. Greg House was a guy who would ALWAYS wanted answers, even before he knew the question…This time, the only time he remembered doing that. He couldn’t care less.
Cameron looked up when the door closed and laid her hand on her belly. Tenderly. She closed her eyes and smiled slightly. She was back in university. The stages of pregnancy.
The 6th month. The foetus was opening his eyes for the first time. The hearing was developing. He was reacting to sounds he likes, as well as sounds he dislikes. He was always kicking her. Tiredly she grabbed her teacup and closed the eyes, enjoying this new feeling.
“You know the truth, don’t you? But believe me…its better this way. We will be fine by our own.”
She laid her reading glasses on the table and started twisting the cup between her hands. Finger nails drumming on porcelain was the only sound in the room. She was thinking. On hurt in his face when she’d broke up with him. Or when he was to scared to stand beside her after he realised what was happening to her. If he was just as afraid of the truth as she was? Nobody, except for House had dared to ask her. No friend. No ex friend.
Lisa wanted to know when she’d told her, but she was to clever to ask. Almost as if she could read Camerons mind. Maybe she could. If there existed a human that would be able to understand her at this very moment it would be Lisa. But sometimes it was better to know nothing…
A polite knock on the door brought her back to reality. When she didn’t say anything the door was opening slowly. Hide? Run? No need. Wilson.
“Hey…“, she said smiling.
“He…I met House. What?“
“Nothing…There are things that are none of his business…“
“You sure?”, he asked silently. “Maybe he’d surprise you.”
“Doubt it. You know him since forever. How can you say that?”
“I…I think I’m just defending a friend.”
She nodded and looked at him carefully. The world was spinning. She didn’t understand anything but Wilson’s presence was some what comforting. This seemed to be the reason he was House’s only friend. His emission was stunning. Such kind of inner peace she’d never seen before. No miracle that there were people who thanked him for telling them they were going to die. A sad smile was crossing her face.
“What?”, Wilson asked.
“Let’s grab some food. I’m hungry. It’s on me…“
Wilson laughed silently. At least one friend who he didn’t need to buy food for.
TbC
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
Spoiler: Up to early S5. :)
Summery: Cameron is pregnant. The problem? She doesn't tell anybody who the father of her child is. Rumors. Speculations. Reproaches. How is it possible not to forget the important thing in this mess?
Warning: I'm from Germany so my English will be pretty crappy. Hope you can enjoy it. ;(
Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or any other character of the show.
Chapter 2 - Mesmerized
She was sitting in her office, hundreds of charts piled up on her desk in front of her. Not just her own, god behave. For a reason she couldn’t quite understand, Cuddy had forced her to do House’s charting as well. If she’d refused she would just have given her this pleading look she couldn’t stand. Well at least it was a good opportunity to relax her swollen feet.
Who could’ve known that a few pounds were able to have such an effect on her. It weren’t so much after all. Just 6. She knew it was too little but her body did things his own way, didn’t seem to care about her instructions.
Tired she pulled her feet under her thighs trying to find a comfortable position. Desperately. Lost in agony. Hopeless. She looked up when she heard the door to her office opening and stared a second on this well known figure, this man who was just nothing to her anymore. She gulped. How fast could she run to get away from him? Fast enough? Doubtfully.
A long moment he just stared at her form. Realization rolling over him and she asked herself how she must have looked for him. Red, puffy eyes. Her weird position. Charts. Pale blue skin. He didn’t say she should go home. Why should he care? It wasn’t like it was some kind of his business.
“What do you want?”, she asked tiredly. This familiar tone in her voice was just visible when they were alone. Not stirring the rumour pot. He sat down on the chair in front of her desk and played with his cane, twisting him between his fingers in an agonizing consonance. She stared at him for a second mesmerized by his moving hands. It was hard to focus. Everything seemed to distract her, shook her out of her common balance.
“The truth.” She knew what he was talking about but was she ready to give it to him? Barely. She wasn’t nearly ready to commit it to herself.
“You have nothing to do with this thing…”, she said calmly, trying to concentrate on the paper in front of her.
“You’re lying…”
“Everybody lies.”
When she looked up she met his eyes. Ice blue. Jade green. Forever. He was trying to read her mind but this time she didn’t cave. It was best for all of them when nobody knew the truth. It would just hurt the people around her and she had hurt enough people in her life. Besides…She was so awfully tired and it was time that she would look after herself. Her own welfare.
Chase would’ve carried her to the end of the world, but she would’ve never been satisfied.
Wilson would’ve given her anything she ever wanted until his overwhelming love had devoured her.
House would’ve hurt her, ripping her apart, and she would’ve let it pass, until nothing of her was left.
Perhaps it was good not to rely on man, not to be addicted to them. Even if it was hard to be all alone. Like he was looking at her right now, with this piercing blue eyes which seemed to watch every single movement of her she felt naked. Helpless. Lost. If he would’ve been able to feel this way, perhaps…perhaps they could’ve…but not this way. Not with him caught in his misery.
One long agonizing night. A lot of alcohol. His patient had just died a couple of hours ago and he had the desire to go out for a drink or two. She was still upset because of the break up with Chase. Two dark and twisted souls. Alcohol. One night to forget everything. After that they should’ve never talked about it again. A mute accommodation.
He knew she was showing him a way out. He was still watching her face, nearly soundlessly. Even if she hadn’t had a good night sleep her skin was glowing in utterly beautiful colours. Colours that didn’t exist in the human world. The man, the primitive animal deep inside his throat wanted to taste her, to feel her smooth skin. He wanted to press her against the next wall and make her forget about Chase. His elaborate, cool mind would keep him in place and was taking this opportunity without a hint of a doubt. He sighed and got up, turning his back at her. At the door he stopped and turned around. Cameron was again focused at her work. His gaze stopped at her swollen belly. Greg House was a guy who would ALWAYS wanted answers, even before he knew the question…This time, the only time he remembered doing that. He couldn’t care less.
Cameron looked up when the door closed and laid her hand on her belly. Tenderly. She closed her eyes and smiled slightly. She was back in university. The stages of pregnancy.
The 6th month. The foetus was opening his eyes for the first time. The hearing was developing. He was reacting to sounds he likes, as well as sounds he dislikes. He was always kicking her. Tiredly she grabbed her teacup and closed the eyes, enjoying this new feeling.
“You know the truth, don’t you? But believe me…its better this way. We will be fine by our own.”
She laid her reading glasses on the table and started twisting the cup between her hands. Finger nails drumming on porcelain was the only sound in the room. She was thinking. On hurt in his face when she’d broke up with him. Or when he was to scared to stand beside her after he realised what was happening to her. If he was just as afraid of the truth as she was? Nobody, except for House had dared to ask her. No friend. No ex friend.
Lisa wanted to know when she’d told her, but she was to clever to ask. Almost as if she could read Camerons mind. Maybe she could. If there existed a human that would be able to understand her at this very moment it would be Lisa. But sometimes it was better to know nothing…
A polite knock on the door brought her back to reality. When she didn’t say anything the door was opening slowly. Hide? Run? No need. Wilson.
“Hey…“, she said smiling.
“He…I met House. What?“
“Nothing…There are things that are none of his business…“
“You sure?”, he asked silently. “Maybe he’d surprise you.”
“Doubt it. You know him since forever. How can you say that?”
“I…I think I’m just defending a friend.”
She nodded and looked at him carefully. The world was spinning. She didn’t understand anything but Wilson’s presence was some what comforting. This seemed to be the reason he was House’s only friend. His emission was stunning. Such kind of inner peace she’d never seen before. No miracle that there were people who thanked him for telling them they were going to die. A sad smile was crossing her face.
“What?”, Wilson asked.
“Let’s grab some food. I’m hungry. It’s on me…“
Wilson laughed silently. At least one friend who he didn’t need to buy food for.
TbC