Escape Chapter 5
Well this came out quicker than expected - and this one is a lot better than the last one.
I hope you like it and I really appreciate all the comments being left. Enjoy.
Title: Escape (5/?)
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: R/maybe ??
Spoilers: none - we don’t have season 3 in Oz yet
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Escape was the only way out for her……. But ones past always has a way of catching up.
Note: this one came quick.
Escape 5
This was not how the evening was supposed to end; she was meant to have a good time laughing, joking making and connections that would never see the light of day. But instead she was sitting alone in her apartment dressed up and nursing a bottle of vodka, for which had until recently been spending its life in the freezer waiting for such a night like this.
She forgo the customary glass and just settled with slugging it directly from the bottle hoping it may make its way into her blood stream a little quicker rather than taking the slower route with a glass. If she could intravenously take the stuff she would.
Right now at that moment she felt so many mixed emotions; it was like travelling the rollercoaster blindfolded, unable to see the corner was coming up or if a sudden drop was about to take the riders in for a double three-sixty loop in the air. Hurt, anger, relief, sadness, elation all ran through her system; all nice little contradictions if there was ever one.
‘Differential diagnosis anyone?’ she thought chuckling through tears, interrupting the breaking of the waves on the shore below. It was comical to think that at a time like this she might be able to diagnose her own trauma; unfortunately that was not the problem, she could diagnose the source, it was just finding the cure that would prove tricky.
It had taken her eighteen months to get this far and in a space of seconds to all come crashing down. Just seeing his face had put her back to the start; she now knew what addicts went through when faced with their addiction. But she wasn’t addicted to him was she? She had spent the past year without him, not wanting to be near him and yet at this moment she felt she needed him again. Had he done something to her? Of course he had; he bought her to life, played with her and discarded her, never to play with again until he felt like picking up the game, on his terms.
A knock on her front door pulled her back to her senses. She remained quiet, hoping the visitor would give up and go.
“Allison…… Allison, it’s me Maggie. Come on babe I know you’re in there”
Silence.
“Allison please…open up!”
Silence.
“Allison, get you arse to the door now! I know you are in there, I saw you on the balcony ten minutes ago so get your arse to the door or I will continue banging until I annoy your entire building into evicting you!”
She had two choices, answer the door and put her self out of misery or let Maggie continue banging and get evicted. Decisions, decisions.
Heaving herself of the lounge she made her way to the door. She was definitely not fit for company; barefoot, eyes bloodshot, hair a mess and her once lovely blue cocktail dress crumpled, but she opened the door anyway.
“Ooohh sweetie, come ‘ere,” Maggie embraced her friend in a warm hug as Allison took a step forward and broke down on her shoulder, rocking her gently.
Maggie offered warm, soft words of comfort into Allison’s ear, all the while letting her know that she was not alone.
After a few moments Maggie with drew to look at her friend; she looked horrible, compared to the brunette beauty she usually was.
“Do you want to talk?” Maggie asked.
Allison shook her head, “Not really, but I am glad you’re here.”
“That’s alright, but there is someone who needs to talk to you,” Maggie then closed the door to Allison’s apartment, flipped the locks, shutting her out in the hallway.
Unbeknownst to Allison, Maggie had secretly turned them around situating Allison into the hall, alone.
‘What the hell,’ she thought.
“Maggie, Maggie, what the hell is going on? This is not the time to play one of your little games,” she said.
All her previous thoughts of wallowing in self pity were gone, now she just wanted to get inside her own home.
“I’m sorry Allie, but this is for your own good”
“My own good? How the hell can being tricked by my so called friend be for my own good?” Allison was getting irritated, she had no shoes on and someone had left the window at the end pf the hall open and the cool July wind was coming in and her cocktail dress really did nothing to stem the flow.
“Because just like everyone else they seem to think you are a cuddly teddy bear,” a voice behind her said.
Allison whipped around only to come face to face with the person she ran away from.
“House?”
“Surprised?”
“Maggie, was this all your idea?” Allison questioned to the door.
“Yup, I know all about you Dr Cameron, and it’s time to take your medicine”
‘Shit,’ Allison was definitely up that creek without a paddle.
“Maggie you don’t understand; please let me in to explain. You can’t leave me out here with him,” she begged.
“I’m sorry Allie but Dr Dreamy out there put up a very good argument of why you need to talk to him”
Allison faced House, “Dr Dreamy?”
“What can I say, all chicks dig the wood,” House said holding up his cane.
Allison rolled her eyes and shook her head, he would never change.
Resting her forehead on her front door, she was getting weary and her night was getting stranger by the second.
“Pleeaase, Maggie. Let me in,” she had resorted to banging her fist on the door, surely her neighbours wouldn’t complain if they knew she was locked out of her own residence.
“No can do, but if you don’t stop banging on the door I will call the cops,” Maggie threatened.
“You wouldn’t dare”
“Allison I think she would,” commented House.
Allison shot him a filthy look telling him to keep his mouth shut.
“O.K, O.K don’t get your panties in a twist,” House said holding his hands up in surrender.
“I’m getting the phone. Now I’m putting in the number,” Allison could hear Maggie on the other side of the door entering a number into her phone, she guessed the Gold Coast Police Station, which was situated six blocks from her place.
“Maggie please, be reasonable,” she begged.
“Hi, can I speak to Detective John Florey please,” Maggie asked.
“You’re ringing your brother?” Allison asked.
“Sure, I can make sure he will be here flat strap if you do not go with the good doctor over there and talk. I mean really talk Allison; otherwise I will convince my brother that there is a mad woman at the front of my girlfriend’s door wanting to do her harm”
“You’re bluffing,” Allison countered.
House was leaning against the wall opposite the front door; it was always the same, he never seemed to get passed the front door with her. He listened to the heated conversation between the women; it would be so much better if they were in an inflatable pool and filled with jello, wrestling. Oh, yeah that’s the stuff dreams are made of.
“Hey Johnny, its Maggie,” she was talking on the phone, “Yeah I’m fine, listen could you come over to my girlfriend’s place, there is some crazy woman deadest trying to get in. She’s really freaky,” Maggie was good playing the distressed sister to the over protective older brother, shame there were no acting awards for such an event.
Allison sighed in defeat, “O.K Maggie you win I will go with Dr Dreamy out here,” she said her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Hang on John, I think she left,” Maggie paused John must have been saying something Allison mused, “Yup, got that I will ring you back in a few if she hasn’t gone. Catch ya.” Maggie hung up her phone.
“If I am to go out could you at least give me some shoes and a jacket or something please,” Allison told her former friend.
“Hang on,” she replied.
“Told you she was good,” House commented.
Allison shot him her death glare shutting him up instantly when the door opened as far as the chain would allow revealing Maggie and her Cheshire grin.
“Now you kids play nice and I will see you both sometime late tomorrow afternoon,” and with that Maggie dropped Allison’s shoes and the wrap she had earlier at the party and closed the door effectively cutting off any conversation Allison may have wanted to have. A moment later a stereo was turned on drowning out anyone who would want to make contact with the occupants within.
Allison stood dumbstruck outside her door, taking in the way the grain ran parallel to the door jamb.
“Well, that was awkward,” House commented.
“Shut up House”
She bent down to collect her things, putting her shoes on and securing her wrap around her shoulders. House had already started down her hallway towards the elevator.
“Well, come on you heard her we have to talk,” he said looking over his shoulder.
“We’re we going?”
“My place,” he replied wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Allison groaned internally, would this night ever end………
I hope you like it and I really appreciate all the comments being left. Enjoy.
Title: Escape (5/?)
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: R/maybe ??
Spoilers: none - we don’t have season 3 in Oz yet
Word Count: 1500
Summary: Escape was the only way out for her……. But ones past always has a way of catching up.
Note: this one came quick.
Escape 5
This was not how the evening was supposed to end; she was meant to have a good time laughing, joking making and connections that would never see the light of day. But instead she was sitting alone in her apartment dressed up and nursing a bottle of vodka, for which had until recently been spending its life in the freezer waiting for such a night like this.
She forgo the customary glass and just settled with slugging it directly from the bottle hoping it may make its way into her blood stream a little quicker rather than taking the slower route with a glass. If she could intravenously take the stuff she would.
Right now at that moment she felt so many mixed emotions; it was like travelling the rollercoaster blindfolded, unable to see the corner was coming up or if a sudden drop was about to take the riders in for a double three-sixty loop in the air. Hurt, anger, relief, sadness, elation all ran through her system; all nice little contradictions if there was ever one.
‘Differential diagnosis anyone?’ she thought chuckling through tears, interrupting the breaking of the waves on the shore below. It was comical to think that at a time like this she might be able to diagnose her own trauma; unfortunately that was not the problem, she could diagnose the source, it was just finding the cure that would prove tricky.
It had taken her eighteen months to get this far and in a space of seconds to all come crashing down. Just seeing his face had put her back to the start; she now knew what addicts went through when faced with their addiction. But she wasn’t addicted to him was she? She had spent the past year without him, not wanting to be near him and yet at this moment she felt she needed him again. Had he done something to her? Of course he had; he bought her to life, played with her and discarded her, never to play with again until he felt like picking up the game, on his terms.
A knock on her front door pulled her back to her senses. She remained quiet, hoping the visitor would give up and go.
“Allison…… Allison, it’s me Maggie. Come on babe I know you’re in there”
Silence.
“Allison please…open up!”
Silence.
“Allison, get you arse to the door now! I know you are in there, I saw you on the balcony ten minutes ago so get your arse to the door or I will continue banging until I annoy your entire building into evicting you!”
She had two choices, answer the door and put her self out of misery or let Maggie continue banging and get evicted. Decisions, decisions.
Heaving herself of the lounge she made her way to the door. She was definitely not fit for company; barefoot, eyes bloodshot, hair a mess and her once lovely blue cocktail dress crumpled, but she opened the door anyway.
“Ooohh sweetie, come ‘ere,” Maggie embraced her friend in a warm hug as Allison took a step forward and broke down on her shoulder, rocking her gently.
Maggie offered warm, soft words of comfort into Allison’s ear, all the while letting her know that she was not alone.
After a few moments Maggie with drew to look at her friend; she looked horrible, compared to the brunette beauty she usually was.
“Do you want to talk?” Maggie asked.
Allison shook her head, “Not really, but I am glad you’re here.”
“That’s alright, but there is someone who needs to talk to you,” Maggie then closed the door to Allison’s apartment, flipped the locks, shutting her out in the hallway.
Unbeknownst to Allison, Maggie had secretly turned them around situating Allison into the hall, alone.
‘What the hell,’ she thought.
“Maggie, Maggie, what the hell is going on? This is not the time to play one of your little games,” she said.
All her previous thoughts of wallowing in self pity were gone, now she just wanted to get inside her own home.
“I’m sorry Allie, but this is for your own good”
“My own good? How the hell can being tricked by my so called friend be for my own good?” Allison was getting irritated, she had no shoes on and someone had left the window at the end pf the hall open and the cool July wind was coming in and her cocktail dress really did nothing to stem the flow.
“Because just like everyone else they seem to think you are a cuddly teddy bear,” a voice behind her said.
Allison whipped around only to come face to face with the person she ran away from.
“House?”
“Surprised?”
“Maggie, was this all your idea?” Allison questioned to the door.
“Yup, I know all about you Dr Cameron, and it’s time to take your medicine”
‘Shit,’ Allison was definitely up that creek without a paddle.
“Maggie you don’t understand; please let me in to explain. You can’t leave me out here with him,” she begged.
“I’m sorry Allie but Dr Dreamy out there put up a very good argument of why you need to talk to him”
Allison faced House, “Dr Dreamy?”
“What can I say, all chicks dig the wood,” House said holding up his cane.
Allison rolled her eyes and shook her head, he would never change.
Resting her forehead on her front door, she was getting weary and her night was getting stranger by the second.
“Pleeaase, Maggie. Let me in,” she had resorted to banging her fist on the door, surely her neighbours wouldn’t complain if they knew she was locked out of her own residence.
“No can do, but if you don’t stop banging on the door I will call the cops,” Maggie threatened.
“You wouldn’t dare”
“Allison I think she would,” commented House.
Allison shot him a filthy look telling him to keep his mouth shut.
“O.K, O.K don’t get your panties in a twist,” House said holding his hands up in surrender.
“I’m getting the phone. Now I’m putting in the number,” Allison could hear Maggie on the other side of the door entering a number into her phone, she guessed the Gold Coast Police Station, which was situated six blocks from her place.
“Maggie please, be reasonable,” she begged.
“Hi, can I speak to Detective John Florey please,” Maggie asked.
“You’re ringing your brother?” Allison asked.
“Sure, I can make sure he will be here flat strap if you do not go with the good doctor over there and talk. I mean really talk Allison; otherwise I will convince my brother that there is a mad woman at the front of my girlfriend’s door wanting to do her harm”
“You’re bluffing,” Allison countered.
House was leaning against the wall opposite the front door; it was always the same, he never seemed to get passed the front door with her. He listened to the heated conversation between the women; it would be so much better if they were in an inflatable pool and filled with jello, wrestling. Oh, yeah that’s the stuff dreams are made of.
“Hey Johnny, its Maggie,” she was talking on the phone, “Yeah I’m fine, listen could you come over to my girlfriend’s place, there is some crazy woman deadest trying to get in. She’s really freaky,” Maggie was good playing the distressed sister to the over protective older brother, shame there were no acting awards for such an event.
Allison sighed in defeat, “O.K Maggie you win I will go with Dr Dreamy out here,” she said her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Hang on John, I think she left,” Maggie paused John must have been saying something Allison mused, “Yup, got that I will ring you back in a few if she hasn’t gone. Catch ya.” Maggie hung up her phone.
“If I am to go out could you at least give me some shoes and a jacket or something please,” Allison told her former friend.
“Hang on,” she replied.
“Told you she was good,” House commented.
Allison shot him her death glare shutting him up instantly when the door opened as far as the chain would allow revealing Maggie and her Cheshire grin.
“Now you kids play nice and I will see you both sometime late tomorrow afternoon,” and with that Maggie dropped Allison’s shoes and the wrap she had earlier at the party and closed the door effectively cutting off any conversation Allison may have wanted to have. A moment later a stereo was turned on drowning out anyone who would want to make contact with the occupants within.
Allison stood dumbstruck outside her door, taking in the way the grain ran parallel to the door jamb.
“Well, that was awkward,” House commented.
“Shut up House”
She bent down to collect her things, putting her shoes on and securing her wrap around her shoulders. House had already started down her hallway towards the elevator.
“Well, come on you heard her we have to talk,” he said looking over his shoulder.
“We’re we going?”
“My place,” he replied wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Allison groaned internally, would this night ever end………