Lullaby Chapter 4
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 4 - Confessions
She had the dim feeling that her feet became fatter each second. At least she was barely able to walk. Her little nudger was 8 days late. Two left until the doctor would force him into the world. She was already in hospital and now she was here - laying unable to do something beneficial. Left alone. Resigning she got up.
Nobody seemed to notice her when she left her room and started wandering around the hospital. Perhaps this was a good way to convince her son that it was time to be born. Her first trip led her to the oncology department. A woman was leaning against Wilson’s chest and cried. Miserable. Cameron could see her shaking shoulders, the body which seemed to break apart at any second - bones shining right through nearly transperant skin. She bit her lower lip and asked herself how somebody could do this job when everything seemed to be about death - not life. Of course somebody had to do it, but…She couldn’t have done it. She just could admire Wilson.
Chase was in surgery when she entered the gallery. He held a human heart in his hands. The fine line between life and death - so fragile. She smiled. He’d forgiven her even though he still didn’t know if it was his kid. She knew she was cruel but she couldn’t force herself into doing something her mind forbade her. Silently she mouthed words of forgiveness - prayed into his direction to grant it to her. A part of her had always loved him. A part of her, still did - would always do. She left him alone.
She could barely see Cuddy through the glass of her office door. She sat behind her desk, phone in the left, pen in the right hand. Another job Cameron would never be able to do. The loss of patient contact would be too much to bear. Yes, she cared to much - maybe - but the thought of losing any kind of humanity was scaring her to death. Especially because administration was never a strength of her. Cuddy seemed to fit right into this space. She loved this hospital - apparently. During the last month she’d become a very good friend. Cameron smiled.
She met Foreman in the lab. He sat hunkered over a microscope, surrounded by the new ducklings. After all this time - the discrepancies, fights and discussions - he’d became her big brother. She knew he would always keep an eye on her. He didn’t show it, but after all - he wasn’t House’s counterpart. He was way too nice. Unseen she sneaked away.
Her feet hurt like hell, so she finally decided to get back in bed. Just a few people looked after her - interrogative. She didn’t care for the looks. Finally they made the best of not knowing and it seemed like it didn’t matter at all who the father of her child was.
Strangely she didn’t met him when she entered the elevator. Probably he had the gift to stay invisible. A hidden curtain behind which he could hide. Just when from behind her a cane pressed hard against one elevator button she turned around shocked, meeting eyes as blue as the sky on a clear summer morning. He was leaning against the wall and stared at her. Examining. Judging. When he looked at her this way hot shivers ran down her spine. She, a grown confident woman asked herself just in this moments how much he skeeved her.
“Why aren’t you in bed?”
Of course…He had to keep the edge of professionalism in the public. He wouldn’t risk to get caught. Tired she leaned next to him, pressing her hand on her belly.
“I can’t stay in bed all day. And some part of me hoped a little walk would convince him to put his mother out of her misery.”
House wanted to say something, but there was that blockade right inside of him. Sighing he looked down at her. Blonde hair, a loose ponytail. A dark T-Shirt from The Who which he noticed from his own wardrobe. Dark pants and slippers. He grinned. So unbelievable normal. He had never ever thought he would see Allison Cameron in such a condition and he was surprised by himself that he actually liked this side of her.
He frowned when suddenly her whole body clenched and she nearly felt forward. He grabbed her arm - holding her in an upright position. A sharp pain in his thigh was the ‘Thanks’ for his noble act. A strange ‘swash’ made him looking down and he gulped as he noticed that her water just broke all over his new shoes. Karma. Why it always had to be him he didn’t know. This kid could’ve been born anywhere - anytime. Why now? Why here? Just two floors left and they would arrive in the diagnostic department. Three until they’d reach the labor room.
Cameron looked up, holding desperately on the arm of the older one while a hard cramp shoot through her lower abdomen. When she met his gaze she knew what he was going to say and a part of her understood. Of course she did. The indescribable fear from this situation came crawling up his skin - grabbed him, never letting go. The first time for so long she decided to do something for her own luck - giving up a part of herself. Again. She laid her hand on his cheek - softly - and pulled him closer to herself, before she whispered soundless words into his ear.
The door of the elevator opened and she left it - alone. A nurse came with a wheelchair.
Hours later Cameron laid into her bed and slept. A small something laid covered in blue cotton right beside her. Both of them slept - tired after all the efforts of the day. They didn’t notice the man in the room.
House stared at Cameron. Her words still echoed in his mind.
It isn’t your son. It’s Chase’s.
Slowly he grabbed the chart in front of him. She’d offered him a save way out and he would be an idiot not taking this chance. Again he stared at the sleeping figures. The fingers of the baby wrapped into the night gown of his mother, while he was sucking on her small finger.
A picture made for god.
House opened the chart.
Father: unknown. At least she’d hold tight on her secret. Name: … He took a deep breath and stared at Cameron. She still hadn’t moved. He could go. Still…Frustrated he thought back - his own childhood. Did he want something familiar for his child? No. Something like that you don’t wish anybody. This little something had the slight chance to become happy. But he…He would destroy everything. But still…She didn’t leave him much of a choice. House grabbed a chair and pulled him closer, sitting down. He stared at them.
Allison Sarah Cameron and her son, William Gregory Cameron.
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 4 - Confessions
She had the dim feeling that her feet became fatter each second. At least she was barely able to walk. Her little nudger was 8 days late. Two left until the doctor would force him into the world. She was already in hospital and now she was here - laying unable to do something beneficial. Left alone. Resigning she got up.
Nobody seemed to notice her when she left her room and started wandering around the hospital. Perhaps this was a good way to convince her son that it was time to be born. Her first trip led her to the oncology department. A woman was leaning against Wilson’s chest and cried. Miserable. Cameron could see her shaking shoulders, the body which seemed to break apart at any second - bones shining right through nearly transperant skin. She bit her lower lip and asked herself how somebody could do this job when everything seemed to be about death - not life. Of course somebody had to do it, but…She couldn’t have done it. She just could admire Wilson.
Chase was in surgery when she entered the gallery. He held a human heart in his hands. The fine line between life and death - so fragile. She smiled. He’d forgiven her even though he still didn’t know if it was his kid. She knew she was cruel but she couldn’t force herself into doing something her mind forbade her. Silently she mouthed words of forgiveness - prayed into his direction to grant it to her. A part of her had always loved him. A part of her, still did - would always do. She left him alone.
She could barely see Cuddy through the glass of her office door. She sat behind her desk, phone in the left, pen in the right hand. Another job Cameron would never be able to do. The loss of patient contact would be too much to bear. Yes, she cared to much - maybe - but the thought of losing any kind of humanity was scaring her to death. Especially because administration was never a strength of her. Cuddy seemed to fit right into this space. She loved this hospital - apparently. During the last month she’d become a very good friend. Cameron smiled.
She met Foreman in the lab. He sat hunkered over a microscope, surrounded by the new ducklings. After all this time - the discrepancies, fights and discussions - he’d became her big brother. She knew he would always keep an eye on her. He didn’t show it, but after all - he wasn’t House’s counterpart. He was way too nice. Unseen she sneaked away.
Her feet hurt like hell, so she finally decided to get back in bed. Just a few people looked after her - interrogative. She didn’t care for the looks. Finally they made the best of not knowing and it seemed like it didn’t matter at all who the father of her child was.
Strangely she didn’t met him when she entered the elevator. Probably he had the gift to stay invisible. A hidden curtain behind which he could hide. Just when from behind her a cane pressed hard against one elevator button she turned around shocked, meeting eyes as blue as the sky on a clear summer morning. He was leaning against the wall and stared at her. Examining. Judging. When he looked at her this way hot shivers ran down her spine. She, a grown confident woman asked herself just in this moments how much he skeeved her.
“Why aren’t you in bed?”
Of course…He had to keep the edge of professionalism in the public. He wouldn’t risk to get caught. Tired she leaned next to him, pressing her hand on her belly.
“I can’t stay in bed all day. And some part of me hoped a little walk would convince him to put his mother out of her misery.”
House wanted to say something, but there was that blockade right inside of him. Sighing he looked down at her. Blonde hair, a loose ponytail. A dark T-Shirt from The Who which he noticed from his own wardrobe. Dark pants and slippers. He grinned. So unbelievable normal. He had never ever thought he would see Allison Cameron in such a condition and he was surprised by himself that he actually liked this side of her.
He frowned when suddenly her whole body clenched and she nearly felt forward. He grabbed her arm - holding her in an upright position. A sharp pain in his thigh was the ‘Thanks’ for his noble act. A strange ‘swash’ made him looking down and he gulped as he noticed that her water just broke all over his new shoes. Karma. Why it always had to be him he didn’t know. This kid could’ve been born anywhere - anytime. Why now? Why here? Just two floors left and they would arrive in the diagnostic department. Three until they’d reach the labor room.
Cameron looked up, holding desperately on the arm of the older one while a hard cramp shoot through her lower abdomen. When she met his gaze she knew what he was going to say and a part of her understood. Of course she did. The indescribable fear from this situation came crawling up his skin - grabbed him, never letting go. The first time for so long she decided to do something for her own luck - giving up a part of herself. Again. She laid her hand on his cheek - softly - and pulled him closer to herself, before she whispered soundless words into his ear.
The door of the elevator opened and she left it - alone. A nurse came with a wheelchair.
Hours later Cameron laid into her bed and slept. A small something laid covered in blue cotton right beside her. Both of them slept - tired after all the efforts of the day. They didn’t notice the man in the room.
House stared at Cameron. Her words still echoed in his mind.
It isn’t your son. It’s Chase’s.
Slowly he grabbed the chart in front of him. She’d offered him a save way out and he would be an idiot not taking this chance. Again he stared at the sleeping figures. The fingers of the baby wrapped into the night gown of his mother, while he was sucking on her small finger.
A picture made for god.
House opened the chart.
Father: unknown. At least she’d hold tight on her secret. Name: … He took a deep breath and stared at Cameron. She still hadn’t moved. He could go. Still…Frustrated he thought back - his own childhood. Did he want something familiar for his child? No. Something like that you don’t wish anybody. This little something had the slight chance to become happy. But he…He would destroy everything. But still…She didn’t leave him much of a choice. House grabbed a chair and pulled him closer, sitting down. He stared at them.
Allison Sarah Cameron and her son, William Gregory Cameron.
TbC