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Title: These Silent Screams
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Character/Pairing: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: I own nothing. =(
Beta: naika7 Thank you so much. =) You are amazing. ^,^
Chapter 3
The ride to the place she assumed he worked at was short but intense. His hand never left her leg and even though it did bother her she didn’t show her discomfort. She needed to remind herself that she was nothing more than his possession. When she remembered the place, where she was held captive, there was smell of alcohol and dry vomit. Her toes curled and she grabbed the hand of her stranger. For her, he was the link to freedom. At least, her hope of not being imprisoned. Her mind was still cloudy and she couldn’t remember most of the details of her life. Maybe it would come back. Eventually …
He stopped in front of a building she’d never seen before. The heavy glass windows seemed to be crashing them , when she looked up. Her grip around his hand tightened.
“Hungry?”
First she said nothing, but his rules came back to her like an avalanche, when he pulled her across his lap.
“Are. You. Hungry?”
One of his hands roamed down, past the curve of her butt to her thigh. He lifted her leg up against his hip as he caressed it on the inside. His lips ran down the side of her neck, leaving a cold, tense chill behind. She couldn’t move, she forgot how to breathe, while he drank her in, like a bottle of Chardonnay.
“Yes… Yes, I’m hungry…”
His hands let go of her and he nodded. “Keep the rules in mind and I’m not going to touch you against your will, got it?”
She nodded.
“But remember one thing… Soon, you will wish my hands were on your body.”
Her eyes opened wide, while she got out of the car, as fast as she could. Her cheeks were flushed and even though she didn’t want to, she believed him. This man could get whatever he wanted, just by looking at it.
He took her hand when they entered the building and she lowered head to the ground, while every Armani suit was looking at her like a piece of meat.
She pulled at his hand and he looked down at her, when they entered the elevator.
“What?”
“They’re looking at me…”
“They won’t touch you. They know you belong to me…”
She looked up and tried to figure out why he couldn’t understand why she was uncomfortable. Maybe because he was a guy… But somehow he just missed this little bit of empathy that everybody else possessed.
They entered an office bigger than her Nana’s house. Everything was bright and the furniture was hurting her eyes. She hid behind his back, never letting go of his hand, while a tall brunette woman informed him about clients, cases and mail. It wasn’t hard to figure out he was a lawyer. She determined that by listening to the way he talked to people. Like he was messing with their thoughts, without them realizing it.
“Where’s Cuddy?”, he barked at a black guy. His nametag said Foreman.
“Your office, Mr. House. Who’s…?”
“Touch her and you’re going to loose more than your hand.”
“Got it…”
A shiver ran down her spine and even though House said it half-heartedly, she believed him. They walked down an endless hallway. Without bothering to knock, he opened a door, revealing a tall brunette in a shirt that was too tight and a skirt that was too short. She leaned against a large mahogany desk, searching through papers, while her butt was right in their faces. Cameron looked at House, who just shrugged.
“Care to explain, what you were thinking when you lost this trial?”
“Greg…”
“Explain, Lisa!”
“Who’s…?” Lisa’s gaze travelled across Cameron’s small frame. The young woman could almost taste the jealousy on her tongue. Like Chicory or bitter chocolate. She felt her throat turn dry, while House ushered her to the chair behind his desk. Without looking at Cuddy he ordered breakfast before turning back to her.
“She is none of your business… Don’t let me repeat myself.”
The door opened again and Foreman placed a plate in front of Cameron, and left without saying a word. Cameron had to admit that this was the strangest place she’d ever been. Wordlessly she stared down at the food, grabbing the fork, she picked at her eggs.
“It wasn’t my fault. The witness changed the story…” Cuddy tried to defend herself while part of her knew that this was useless. When House was angry you had to take it, praying like hell he’d forgive you.
“You better get out of this room, before I forget myself… He is Wilson’s son, Jesus!”
“What about our dinner?”
Longing. He ran his hands through his hair, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He looked down at Cameron who was still staring at her plate like she was trying to figure out whether the eggs looked like USA or the Virgin Mary. He placed his hand on her shoulder and felt her muscles tense.
“Unclench…”
She tried. She really did, but somehow it just didn’t work and he wouldn’t dare to blame her. He worked with his hands through the tense muscles of her shoulders and she finally began to eat, while he continued talking to the woman who obviously wished Cameron to disappear in one of Dante’s hell circles.
“We’re going to revise the case. I want every file…”
“I can do this alone…”, Cuddy defended herself.
“Obviously, you can’t!”
“Oh come on… And who the fuck is this Barbie girl?”
Cameron felt his hands stiffen.
“My personal life is no longer your business.”
Ex-Lovers. Lovely.
“When it looks like a hooker and talks like a…”
She gasped but it was House who made the move, slamming his hand onto the table, frustrated that it started to shake. She stared at her plate. She wasn’t a neglectful person. When she felt hungry, she ate. But with this woman next to her she couldn’t bring herself to grab the fork again. Now her body was shaking under the force of the slam. This was what her life was going to be like? Being this guy’s whore while he didn’t even let her talk for herself.
“Please…”
At first she didn’t notice her own voice. Her senses were still numb from the drugs and the dehydration but she slowly remembered. The word was like gavel coming down with a crack.
The 18th birthday of her beloved brother.
The first day at UCLA. Biology. She wanted to become a doctor. Once. Now this dream was as far away as her brother. Locked behind a door, deep down in her throat. She places her hand on the desk, her nails digging into the valuable wood. Kreatin was breaking while she turned around to look at him.
Her sense of easy, tired, aching satisfaction escaped from her.
He winced at her tone and forced the bitterness back. This wasn’t her fault. If he wanted to blame someone it would have to be Cuddy, who was still staring them down like a hungry scavenger. He had no right to be angry at Cameron. She was sitting there, looking up, warm and soft, smelling like cinnamon and lavender.
“Leave us alone, Cuddy…”
“But…”
“NOW!”
They heard the door close.
He sighed.
This was going to be an interesting conversation.
“The drugs wore off?”, he asked, leaning against the desk, examining her with his glance.
“I guess.”
“Then talk…”
TbC
A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you at naika7 for beta-reading this chapter. *hug* You’re amazing. :)
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Character/Pairing: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: I own nothing. =(
Beta: naika7 Thank you so much. =) You are amazing. ^,^
Chapter 3
The ride to the place she assumed he worked at was short but intense. His hand never left her leg and even though it did bother her she didn’t show her discomfort. She needed to remind herself that she was nothing more than his possession. When she remembered the place, where she was held captive, there was smell of alcohol and dry vomit. Her toes curled and she grabbed the hand of her stranger. For her, he was the link to freedom. At least, her hope of not being imprisoned. Her mind was still cloudy and she couldn’t remember most of the details of her life. Maybe it would come back. Eventually …
He stopped in front of a building she’d never seen before. The heavy glass windows seemed to be crashing them , when she looked up. Her grip around his hand tightened.
“Hungry?”
First she said nothing, but his rules came back to her like an avalanche, when he pulled her across his lap.
“Are. You. Hungry?”
One of his hands roamed down, past the curve of her butt to her thigh. He lifted her leg up against his hip as he caressed it on the inside. His lips ran down the side of her neck, leaving a cold, tense chill behind. She couldn’t move, she forgot how to breathe, while he drank her in, like a bottle of Chardonnay.
“Yes… Yes, I’m hungry…”
His hands let go of her and he nodded. “Keep the rules in mind and I’m not going to touch you against your will, got it?”
She nodded.
“But remember one thing… Soon, you will wish my hands were on your body.”
Her eyes opened wide, while she got out of the car, as fast as she could. Her cheeks were flushed and even though she didn’t want to, she believed him. This man could get whatever he wanted, just by looking at it.
He took her hand when they entered the building and she lowered head to the ground, while every Armani suit was looking at her like a piece of meat.
She pulled at his hand and he looked down at her, when they entered the elevator.
“What?”
“They’re looking at me…”
“They won’t touch you. They know you belong to me…”
She looked up and tried to figure out why he couldn’t understand why she was uncomfortable. Maybe because he was a guy… But somehow he just missed this little bit of empathy that everybody else possessed.
They entered an office bigger than her Nana’s house. Everything was bright and the furniture was hurting her eyes. She hid behind his back, never letting go of his hand, while a tall brunette woman informed him about clients, cases and mail. It wasn’t hard to figure out he was a lawyer. She determined that by listening to the way he talked to people. Like he was messing with their thoughts, without them realizing it.
“Where’s Cuddy?”, he barked at a black guy. His nametag said Foreman.
“Your office, Mr. House. Who’s…?”
“Touch her and you’re going to loose more than your hand.”
“Got it…”
A shiver ran down her spine and even though House said it half-heartedly, she believed him. They walked down an endless hallway. Without bothering to knock, he opened a door, revealing a tall brunette in a shirt that was too tight and a skirt that was too short. She leaned against a large mahogany desk, searching through papers, while her butt was right in their faces. Cameron looked at House, who just shrugged.
“Care to explain, what you were thinking when you lost this trial?”
“Greg…”
“Explain, Lisa!”
“Who’s…?” Lisa’s gaze travelled across Cameron’s small frame. The young woman could almost taste the jealousy on her tongue. Like Chicory or bitter chocolate. She felt her throat turn dry, while House ushered her to the chair behind his desk. Without looking at Cuddy he ordered breakfast before turning back to her.
“She is none of your business… Don’t let me repeat myself.”
The door opened again and Foreman placed a plate in front of Cameron, and left without saying a word. Cameron had to admit that this was the strangest place she’d ever been. Wordlessly she stared down at the food, grabbing the fork, she picked at her eggs.
“It wasn’t my fault. The witness changed the story…” Cuddy tried to defend herself while part of her knew that this was useless. When House was angry you had to take it, praying like hell he’d forgive you.
“You better get out of this room, before I forget myself… He is Wilson’s son, Jesus!”
“What about our dinner?”
Longing. He ran his hands through his hair, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He looked down at Cameron who was still staring at her plate like she was trying to figure out whether the eggs looked like USA or the Virgin Mary. He placed his hand on her shoulder and felt her muscles tense.
“Unclench…”
She tried. She really did, but somehow it just didn’t work and he wouldn’t dare to blame her. He worked with his hands through the tense muscles of her shoulders and she finally began to eat, while he continued talking to the woman who obviously wished Cameron to disappear in one of Dante’s hell circles.
“We’re going to revise the case. I want every file…”
“I can do this alone…”, Cuddy defended herself.
“Obviously, you can’t!”
“Oh come on… And who the fuck is this Barbie girl?”
Cameron felt his hands stiffen.
“My personal life is no longer your business.”
Ex-Lovers. Lovely.
“When it looks like a hooker and talks like a…”
She gasped but it was House who made the move, slamming his hand onto the table, frustrated that it started to shake. She stared at her plate. She wasn’t a neglectful person. When she felt hungry, she ate. But with this woman next to her she couldn’t bring herself to grab the fork again. Now her body was shaking under the force of the slam. This was what her life was going to be like? Being this guy’s whore while he didn’t even let her talk for herself.
“Please…”
At first she didn’t notice her own voice. Her senses were still numb from the drugs and the dehydration but she slowly remembered. The word was like gavel coming down with a crack.
The 18th birthday of her beloved brother.
The first day at UCLA. Biology. She wanted to become a doctor. Once. Now this dream was as far away as her brother. Locked behind a door, deep down in her throat. She places her hand on the desk, her nails digging into the valuable wood. Kreatin was breaking while she turned around to look at him.
Her sense of easy, tired, aching satisfaction escaped from her.
He winced at her tone and forced the bitterness back. This wasn’t her fault. If he wanted to blame someone it would have to be Cuddy, who was still staring them down like a hungry scavenger. He had no right to be angry at Cameron. She was sitting there, looking up, warm and soft, smelling like cinnamon and lavender.
“Leave us alone, Cuddy…”
“But…”
“NOW!”
They heard the door close.
He sighed.
This was going to be an interesting conversation.
“The drugs wore off?”, he asked, leaning against the desk, examining her with his glance.
“I guess.”
“Then talk…”
TbC
A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you at naika7 for beta-reading this chapter. *hug* You’re amazing. :)