Red Snow 7
Title: Red Snow (7/?)
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters/Pairings: House/Cameron
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: House...Cameron...a snowy night..a crumpled motorcycle....a secret plot?
DISCLAIMER: House, M.D. is the property of Fox and various other corporations
Chapt 1, Chapt 2, Chapt 3, Chapt 4, Chapt 5, Chapt 6,
Wilson headed back to House’s room. He thought about what Cameron had told him and decided to pull Cuddy aside and get her opinion. Truth be told, no matter what, a bored House at home wouldn’t be as bad as him being at the hospital with Cameron. It would certainly help her recovery. Of course, having House at the hospital might have the nurses on the floor in an uproar. He was going to be confined to a wheelchair for the next few weeks because of his broken right arm, unless he started using his left hand with his cane and Wilson doubted that. His musings had found him in front of House’s room, he could see Cuddy inside talking softly to Blythe House, she was nodding, and stealing glances at her son, who was now resting comfortably. Colonel House was nowhere to be found, Wilson looked down the hallway, thinking that the man was probably sitting on a bench, and concluded that he must have gone to the cafeteria. Cuddy put her hand on Blythe’s arm to reassure her when she turned to see Wilson outside the door.
He moved to slide the door open, nodding toward Blythe and smiling, “Dr. Cuddy, can I see you for a moment?”
Her brow furrowed, wondering what Wilson couldn’t say in front of Mrs. House, “Why don’t you go down and have something to eat in the cafeteria, he’ll be out for a couple of hours at least.”
“I’ll wait here for John and then we can both go down together.” She moved to sit in the chair next to House’s bed, but not before leaning over to place a kiss on his forehead, her hand brushing his cheek.
Wilson watched the scene, and then turned to an expectant Cuddy. “House’s dad went to see Cameron.”
“What? Why?”
“Apparently, he went to tell her that House was basically a lost cause, trouble and that nothing between them could ever amount to anything.” Cuddy shook her head in disbelief.
“How’s Cameron?”
“Fuming. She kicked him out”, Wilson couldn’t help but smirk at the image. “She’s worried that if he’s around when House regains consciousness, that he’ll start on him. She said that he already blames himself for the accident. He doesn’t need his dad berating him over it. She doesn’t want him discharged if his parent’s are still here. I tend to agree with her, if he leaves now, he’ll need to have a little help since his arm is broken and I can’t see his mom leaving him. Cameron suggested that his bed be moved into her room. That would give him a purpose, to help in Cameron’s recovery.”
Cuddy seemed to be considering what he was saying and was about comment when she saw Colonel House walking towards them. His face in a scowl, “Is he awake yet?”
Dr. Cuddy moved to block him from going into the room, she didn’t know why she had felt the need to do that, but her instinct screamed for her to stop him. Blythe had looked up from her son’s bed when she heard her husband’s voice and she went to the door.
“He’s still out John. Dr. Cuddy suggested that we head down to the cafeteria, since he probably will be out for another couple of hours.” He just nodded his head, but didn’t say anything. Instead he took his wife’s hand and they headed toward the elevators. Wilson and Cuddy exchanged confused looks.
“What was that all about?” Wilson just shrugged at the question, as he followed the couple’s progress toward the elevator. They seemed to be having a quiet disagreement, he could see Blythe’s shoulders tense as they spoke in hushed tones. The Colonel’s hand tightened on her arm and Wilson could see his temple throbbing as he leaned in to say something to her. Blythe finally nodded as they entered the elevator, he had released his grip on her arm and put his hand in the small of her back. They once again looked like a loving couple. Wilson wondered at what he had just seen.
Wilson turned his attention back to Cuddy catching the concerned look on her face, they both turned to look at the peacefully sleeping House.
“I don’t think that he’s ready for discharge, the leg spasm that he had today proves that. For right now, I’d like for him to stay in this room. We can move him if we need to, you know House, he has a sixth sense. I hope that his parents leave sooner than later. I don’t need my patient’s recovery impeded any more than it already has…” Giving Wilson a significant look, to which he only cleared his throat.
“I think I’ll sit up here with him until he comes around. I don’t have any appointments scheduled for this afternoon. I can probably get some charting done.” Cuddy nodded, she knew that Wilson was concerned, and that his presence would provide a buffer for the House family.
“Call me when he wakes.” She smiled at him and headed toward Cameron’s room.
****
Cameron had spent her day like any other - bored out of her mind. There just weren’t that many interesting things to do while lying on your back with limited movement. Her co-workers had rigged her laptop above her and had hooked up an extra mouse putting it down next to her left hand. She had spent the afternoon surfing the internet, reading some medical journals, shopping, and now, well, she was thoroughly bored. She wanted to see House’s familiar face, hear his snide comments, laugh as he teased the nurses, or embarrassed Cuddy or more often Wilson. Her heart skipped a little when she heard the door to her room sliding open and a bright smile lit her face, it faltered, however when she saw Cuddy standing there. She tried to recover, but Cuddy smiled knowingly.
“I’m sorry, it’s just me.”
“Wilson said that House was alright, but I haven’t seen him today. I’m starting to think that he didn’t fill me in on everthing.”
Cuddy moved closer to the bed, and pulled one of the chairs up. Cameron hardly realized that she was holding her breath, until the other woman, patted her hand, “Breathe Cameron. Wilson wasn’t holding anything back, House is fine. He did have a muscle spasm in his leg this morning, but nothing out of the ordinary. It took a little more out of him than normal only because he is still recovering from his other injuries. I had planned on discharging him tomorrow, like Wilson told you.” Cameron didn’t say anything, she just nodded her head and waiting for Cuddy to continue. “He also told me about your run-in with House Senior earlier, and what you would like to do. I’m going to hold House, under the nursing staff protest, I’m sure, until his parents have gone home.” Cameron smiled, and was about to speak when Cuddy held up her hand, “However, I think that if I moved House into here, he would suspect something was up and demand to be released. I thought that the leg issue would give me another couple of viable days, and I am going to ask him to consult on your case at the same time. That way it will give him an excuse to be in here, and keep him busy at the same time.”
“You are a sneaky genius Dr. Cuddy.”
Cuddy smiled, “Of course, how else could have I have dealt with House for all of these years?” She got up to leave. “Anything that I can get you?”
“House?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
****
Wilson sat quietly talking to Blythe, small talk really. She was sitting next to her son, ever so often her hand would nervously touch his, and then return to her lap. His father sat in the corner, his arms crossed, a stern expression as he stared at his son, almost as if he was daring for him to wake up. Wilson watched the monitors closely, he could tell by the mildly accelerated heart rate that House was coming out of his drug induced slumber, but didn’t say anything. He wondered how long it had been that way, and if House had really been awake for a while now. House wasn’t comfortable seeing his parents under the best of circumstances, and if his friend wanted to play opossum, then so be it.
“Dr. Wilson, is everything alright? I’m starting to get worried that he hasn’t come around yet.” Blythe looked a little panicked, her worry clearly evident for her son.
He leaned over and patted her arm, “He’s fine. It’s been a rough few days, and he hadn’t been resting well. The sedatives and pain medication are giving him that chance. I’m predicting that he is probably going to sleep through the night.” She nodded at this, but her husband only gave a brief grunt, which Wilson didn’t even want to attempt to interpret. Clearly his wife knew how because before he knew it, she had gathered her jacket that had been lying over the back of the chair, kissed her son’s forehead and was standing by her husband, a hand on his shoulder. “John, let’s go get dinner and get settled at the hotel. We’ll come back tomorrow.” He got up and headed for the door, Blythe turned before they left, “You will let us know if there is any change, won’t you Dr. Wilson?”
“Yes, of course.” With that, they proceeded toward the elevators. He waited until elevator doors closed and he was sure they were gone, before turning toward House. “Ok, they’re gone Sleeping Beauty. You can open your eyes.”
House opened one eye and then the other, not trusting that Wilson was telling the truth. But as he looked around, he didn’t see his parents. “This isn’t a trap is it? They aren’t standing right outside the door waiting to come back in are they?”
Wilson rolled his eyes, “No…I didn’t say anything to you until I saw the elevator doors close. How long have you been awake faker?”
“Feels like forever. I just couldn’t handle my parents today, especially my father. I couldn’t see him but I’m sure that he was just sitting staring at me, disapprovingly.” Wilson just shrugged, and changed the subject immediately. He didn’t want to talk about House’s father, he was afraid that he might let something slip about Cameron, and he didn’t want an enraged House on his hands.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better, really must have needed that sleep. I’m also starving.” Wilson laughed at that.
“I can run down to the cafeteria for you, or do you feel like getting up?”
“I’d like to have dinner with Cameron. Think you could make that happen?” He gave his most charming smile, and added a whiny, “PLEEAASE?”
Smiling, Wilson could only shake his head and laugh as he nodded. “I need to page Cuddy.” At that, House made a sour face, which only made Wilson laugh harder.
TBC
Chapter 8
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters/Pairings: House/Cameron
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: House...Cameron...a snowy night..a crumpled motorcycle....a secret plot?
DISCLAIMER: House, M.D. is the property of Fox and various other corporations
Chapt 1, Chapt 2, Chapt 3, Chapt 4, Chapt 5, Chapt 6,
Wilson headed back to House’s room. He thought about what Cameron had told him and decided to pull Cuddy aside and get her opinion. Truth be told, no matter what, a bored House at home wouldn’t be as bad as him being at the hospital with Cameron. It would certainly help her recovery. Of course, having House at the hospital might have the nurses on the floor in an uproar. He was going to be confined to a wheelchair for the next few weeks because of his broken right arm, unless he started using his left hand with his cane and Wilson doubted that. His musings had found him in front of House’s room, he could see Cuddy inside talking softly to Blythe House, she was nodding, and stealing glances at her son, who was now resting comfortably. Colonel House was nowhere to be found, Wilson looked down the hallway, thinking that the man was probably sitting on a bench, and concluded that he must have gone to the cafeteria. Cuddy put her hand on Blythe’s arm to reassure her when she turned to see Wilson outside the door.
He moved to slide the door open, nodding toward Blythe and smiling, “Dr. Cuddy, can I see you for a moment?”
Her brow furrowed, wondering what Wilson couldn’t say in front of Mrs. House, “Why don’t you go down and have something to eat in the cafeteria, he’ll be out for a couple of hours at least.”
“I’ll wait here for John and then we can both go down together.” She moved to sit in the chair next to House’s bed, but not before leaning over to place a kiss on his forehead, her hand brushing his cheek.
Wilson watched the scene, and then turned to an expectant Cuddy. “House’s dad went to see Cameron.”
“What? Why?”
“Apparently, he went to tell her that House was basically a lost cause, trouble and that nothing between them could ever amount to anything.” Cuddy shook her head in disbelief.
“How’s Cameron?”
“Fuming. She kicked him out”, Wilson couldn’t help but smirk at the image. “She’s worried that if he’s around when House regains consciousness, that he’ll start on him. She said that he already blames himself for the accident. He doesn’t need his dad berating him over it. She doesn’t want him discharged if his parent’s are still here. I tend to agree with her, if he leaves now, he’ll need to have a little help since his arm is broken and I can’t see his mom leaving him. Cameron suggested that his bed be moved into her room. That would give him a purpose, to help in Cameron’s recovery.”
Cuddy seemed to be considering what he was saying and was about comment when she saw Colonel House walking towards them. His face in a scowl, “Is he awake yet?”
Dr. Cuddy moved to block him from going into the room, she didn’t know why she had felt the need to do that, but her instinct screamed for her to stop him. Blythe had looked up from her son’s bed when she heard her husband’s voice and she went to the door.
“He’s still out John. Dr. Cuddy suggested that we head down to the cafeteria, since he probably will be out for another couple of hours.” He just nodded his head, but didn’t say anything. Instead he took his wife’s hand and they headed toward the elevators. Wilson and Cuddy exchanged confused looks.
“What was that all about?” Wilson just shrugged at the question, as he followed the couple’s progress toward the elevator. They seemed to be having a quiet disagreement, he could see Blythe’s shoulders tense as they spoke in hushed tones. The Colonel’s hand tightened on her arm and Wilson could see his temple throbbing as he leaned in to say something to her. Blythe finally nodded as they entered the elevator, he had released his grip on her arm and put his hand in the small of her back. They once again looked like a loving couple. Wilson wondered at what he had just seen.
Wilson turned his attention back to Cuddy catching the concerned look on her face, they both turned to look at the peacefully sleeping House.
“I don’t think that he’s ready for discharge, the leg spasm that he had today proves that. For right now, I’d like for him to stay in this room. We can move him if we need to, you know House, he has a sixth sense. I hope that his parents leave sooner than later. I don’t need my patient’s recovery impeded any more than it already has…” Giving Wilson a significant look, to which he only cleared his throat.
“I think I’ll sit up here with him until he comes around. I don’t have any appointments scheduled for this afternoon. I can probably get some charting done.” Cuddy nodded, she knew that Wilson was concerned, and that his presence would provide a buffer for the House family.
“Call me when he wakes.” She smiled at him and headed toward Cameron’s room.
****
Cameron had spent her day like any other - bored out of her mind. There just weren’t that many interesting things to do while lying on your back with limited movement. Her co-workers had rigged her laptop above her and had hooked up an extra mouse putting it down next to her left hand. She had spent the afternoon surfing the internet, reading some medical journals, shopping, and now, well, she was thoroughly bored. She wanted to see House’s familiar face, hear his snide comments, laugh as he teased the nurses, or embarrassed Cuddy or more often Wilson. Her heart skipped a little when she heard the door to her room sliding open and a bright smile lit her face, it faltered, however when she saw Cuddy standing there. She tried to recover, but Cuddy smiled knowingly.
“I’m sorry, it’s just me.”
“Wilson said that House was alright, but I haven’t seen him today. I’m starting to think that he didn’t fill me in on everthing.”
Cuddy moved closer to the bed, and pulled one of the chairs up. Cameron hardly realized that she was holding her breath, until the other woman, patted her hand, “Breathe Cameron. Wilson wasn’t holding anything back, House is fine. He did have a muscle spasm in his leg this morning, but nothing out of the ordinary. It took a little more out of him than normal only because he is still recovering from his other injuries. I had planned on discharging him tomorrow, like Wilson told you.” Cameron didn’t say anything, she just nodded her head and waiting for Cuddy to continue. “He also told me about your run-in with House Senior earlier, and what you would like to do. I’m going to hold House, under the nursing staff protest, I’m sure, until his parents have gone home.” Cameron smiled, and was about to speak when Cuddy held up her hand, “However, I think that if I moved House into here, he would suspect something was up and demand to be released. I thought that the leg issue would give me another couple of viable days, and I am going to ask him to consult on your case at the same time. That way it will give him an excuse to be in here, and keep him busy at the same time.”
“You are a sneaky genius Dr. Cuddy.”
Cuddy smiled, “Of course, how else could have I have dealt with House for all of these years?” She got up to leave. “Anything that I can get you?”
“House?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
****
Wilson sat quietly talking to Blythe, small talk really. She was sitting next to her son, ever so often her hand would nervously touch his, and then return to her lap. His father sat in the corner, his arms crossed, a stern expression as he stared at his son, almost as if he was daring for him to wake up. Wilson watched the monitors closely, he could tell by the mildly accelerated heart rate that House was coming out of his drug induced slumber, but didn’t say anything. He wondered how long it had been that way, and if House had really been awake for a while now. House wasn’t comfortable seeing his parents under the best of circumstances, and if his friend wanted to play opossum, then so be it.
“Dr. Wilson, is everything alright? I’m starting to get worried that he hasn’t come around yet.” Blythe looked a little panicked, her worry clearly evident for her son.
He leaned over and patted her arm, “He’s fine. It’s been a rough few days, and he hadn’t been resting well. The sedatives and pain medication are giving him that chance. I’m predicting that he is probably going to sleep through the night.” She nodded at this, but her husband only gave a brief grunt, which Wilson didn’t even want to attempt to interpret. Clearly his wife knew how because before he knew it, she had gathered her jacket that had been lying over the back of the chair, kissed her son’s forehead and was standing by her husband, a hand on his shoulder. “John, let’s go get dinner and get settled at the hotel. We’ll come back tomorrow.” He got up and headed for the door, Blythe turned before they left, “You will let us know if there is any change, won’t you Dr. Wilson?”
“Yes, of course.” With that, they proceeded toward the elevators. He waited until elevator doors closed and he was sure they were gone, before turning toward House. “Ok, they’re gone Sleeping Beauty. You can open your eyes.”
House opened one eye and then the other, not trusting that Wilson was telling the truth. But as he looked around, he didn’t see his parents. “This isn’t a trap is it? They aren’t standing right outside the door waiting to come back in are they?”
Wilson rolled his eyes, “No…I didn’t say anything to you until I saw the elevator doors close. How long have you been awake faker?”
“Feels like forever. I just couldn’t handle my parents today, especially my father. I couldn’t see him but I’m sure that he was just sitting staring at me, disapprovingly.” Wilson just shrugged, and changed the subject immediately. He didn’t want to talk about House’s father, he was afraid that he might let something slip about Cameron, and he didn’t want an enraged House on his hands.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better, really must have needed that sleep. I’m also starving.” Wilson laughed at that.
“I can run down to the cafeteria for you, or do you feel like getting up?”
“I’d like to have dinner with Cameron. Think you could make that happen?” He gave his most charming smile, and added a whiny, “PLEEAASE?”
Smiling, Wilson could only shake his head and laugh as he nodded. “I need to page Cuddy.” At that, House made a sour face, which only made Wilson laugh harder.
TBC
Chapter 8