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Author: athousandsmiles
Title: Waves
Rating: G
Genre: romance
Summary: It hits him in a rush, like a rogue wave surprising a seasoned sea captain.
She sits beside him on the picnic bench, the sun lighting her up from above. He can see her reflection in the gentle waves of the water-- a mottled version of her, as if Picasso painted her portrait on the surface of the lake. He takes a deep breath and commits the image to memory.
It's kind of strange how their friendship developed; how House tore them each apart and brought them together at the same time. They've continued on past her resignation, past her divorce, making plans to see each other now that she's no longer at PPTH: A movie, a casual dinner, a nice kinship. He's enjoyed it. It's easy and pressure free; she seems to feel the same way. The best part is that she's someone to really talk to, especially since Sam and he split, yet again. While House is playing a game of relationship tag with Cuddy and still trying to find his footing post-Mayfield, Wilson has this thing that is separate from House and all his own, and he's enjoying the hell out of it.
What seems so new and fresh has been going on for over eight months; it surprises him when he thinks about it. The thing he likes most about Cameron is that she's a little bit needy and yet strong and independent at the same time. She reveals herself in tiny moments, a glimpse of loneliness in the smile she gives him, an almost inaudible sigh that he thinks might be regret. She's beautiful; he's always known that, but that hasn't been his focus over these last months. They've come together as two people who've lost loves, who've failed at marriage, who've weathered the storm of Greg House. But somehow on this day, sharing coffee on a bench beside the lake, he realizes that he loves her. It hits him in a rush, like a rogue wave surprising a seasoned sea captain. It's no longer platonic and it's not anything like he's ever experienced before and suddenly he doesn't know what to do or say. Wilson, ladies man extraordinaire, is at a loss.
As if she senses a shift in the air, she pauses and turns to look at him. Her gaze meets his before he has a chance to process what's in his head and his heart, before he has a chance to close the blinds on the windows to his soul, and he knows in an instant that she sees it. Everything stills around them and he finds himself struggling to breathe, and then she takes his hand, smiles and says, "I know. I know."
"I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't plan this," he stutters, feeling like an absolute fool.
"Who does? These things can't be planned," she says with a little shrug of her shoulder. "I feel it too. Maybe... we should just go with it."
"I think that's a good idea," he agrees, and for the first time ever, he kisses Allison Cameron.
Title: Waves
Rating: G
Genre: romance
Summary: It hits him in a rush, like a rogue wave surprising a seasoned sea captain.
She sits beside him on the picnic bench, the sun lighting her up from above. He can see her reflection in the gentle waves of the water-- a mottled version of her, as if Picasso painted her portrait on the surface of the lake. He takes a deep breath and commits the image to memory.
It's kind of strange how their friendship developed; how House tore them each apart and brought them together at the same time. They've continued on past her resignation, past her divorce, making plans to see each other now that she's no longer at PPTH: A movie, a casual dinner, a nice kinship. He's enjoyed it. It's easy and pressure free; she seems to feel the same way. The best part is that she's someone to really talk to, especially since Sam and he split, yet again. While House is playing a game of relationship tag with Cuddy and still trying to find his footing post-Mayfield, Wilson has this thing that is separate from House and all his own, and he's enjoying the hell out of it.
What seems so new and fresh has been going on for over eight months; it surprises him when he thinks about it. The thing he likes most about Cameron is that she's a little bit needy and yet strong and independent at the same time. She reveals herself in tiny moments, a glimpse of loneliness in the smile she gives him, an almost inaudible sigh that he thinks might be regret. She's beautiful; he's always known that, but that hasn't been his focus over these last months. They've come together as two people who've lost loves, who've failed at marriage, who've weathered the storm of Greg House. But somehow on this day, sharing coffee on a bench beside the lake, he realizes that he loves her. It hits him in a rush, like a rogue wave surprising a seasoned sea captain. It's no longer platonic and it's not anything like he's ever experienced before and suddenly he doesn't know what to do or say. Wilson, ladies man extraordinaire, is at a loss.
As if she senses a shift in the air, she pauses and turns to look at him. Her gaze meets his before he has a chance to process what's in his head and his heart, before he has a chance to close the blinds on the windows to his soul, and he knows in an instant that she sees it. Everything stills around them and he finds himself struggling to breathe, and then she takes his hand, smiles and says, "I know. I know."
"I didn't mean to... I mean, I didn't plan this," he stutters, feeling like an absolute fool.
"Who does? These things can't be planned," she says with a little shrug of her shoulder. "I feel it too. Maybe... we should just go with it."
"I think that's a good idea," he agrees, and for the first time ever, he kisses Allison Cameron.