fanfic100 077. Blind.
Title: Blind
Characters/Pairing: Dr. Greg House; references James Wilson/Allison Cameron
Prompt: 077. What?
Word Count: 547
Rating: PG
Spoilers: House vs. God
Summary: House knows something Cameron doesn't know...yet.
Wilson had cheated on Cameron with that cancer patient. What was her name? House couldn't even remember. It didn't matter now. He'd simply started referring to her as 'that dying woman Wilson had cheated on Cameron with,' because really, that was all he needed to know about her.
Ever since he'd deduced that his best friend had been sleeping with a patient, House had gone through a myriad of emotions. There had been the just plain torturing him about it at the poker game. Then the namecalling and the trying to smack some sense into him that had happened shortly thereafter. Then the hoping his best friend had gotten his head out of his ass, when he had heard that it was over and Wilson had moved out of her apartment. But when it became clear, mostly from the lack of tissues and crying from a particular duckling, that Wilson hadn't told Cameron about his infidelity, House slowly became angry.
Wilson might have been his best friend and maybe he wasn't all buddy-buddy with Cameron, but she did deserve to know that her oh-so-loving boyfriend couldn't keep it in his pants.
Three days later, he went down to Wilson's office with an ultimatum. "Tell her," he said, giving the oncologist a serious look, "or I will."
"You'd seriously tell her?" Wilson said.
"Oh, yeah," House replied. "Though to make it more fun, I might make it less sympathetic for you. Say she isn't really dying. Or point out that you were living with her. Depends on how the nurses spin it first."
Leaving his best friend staring openmouthed at him, House limped out of his office and back to diagnostics. And waited. And watched every move Cameron made, waiting for her to collapse like a house of cards. Of course she would. She wanted to be liked and cared for, and Wilson liked needy women. It was a match made in hell, and she was going to get burned.
Not that House enjoyed it. Though the doubts had always festered in the back of his brain, this was one time where he had wanted to be wrong. Wanted not to be picking up the pieces. Which is why he had told Wilson to keep his hands off Cameron in the first place. Not that it had helped.
He was about ready to deliver a first-class caning when he saw it happen. They were standing in the hall right outside diagnostics, and when he saw Cameron crumple inside, House knew his friend had told her about his affair. There were words exchanged, and he watched his best friend slink off with his tail between his legs, his fellow walking into the office with tears in her eyes.
She set the file on his desk, quickly excused herself, and was already wiping at her eyes by the time she ran hastily into the conference room.
Through it all, House didn't say anything to her. He had his reasons -- that he wanted Wilson to suffer, that he didn't really care about Cameron, that she should have been expecting this when she got involved with a man finalizing his third divorce. But it was also because he knew he had nothing he could say.
Not except 'I told you so.'
Characters/Pairing: Dr. Greg House; references James Wilson/Allison Cameron
Prompt: 077. What?
Word Count: 547
Rating: PG
Spoilers: House vs. God
Summary: House knows something Cameron doesn't know...yet.
Wilson had cheated on Cameron with that cancer patient. What was her name? House couldn't even remember. It didn't matter now. He'd simply started referring to her as 'that dying woman Wilson had cheated on Cameron with,' because really, that was all he needed to know about her.
Ever since he'd deduced that his best friend had been sleeping with a patient, House had gone through a myriad of emotions. There had been the just plain torturing him about it at the poker game. Then the namecalling and the trying to smack some sense into him that had happened shortly thereafter. Then the hoping his best friend had gotten his head out of his ass, when he had heard that it was over and Wilson had moved out of her apartment. But when it became clear, mostly from the lack of tissues and crying from a particular duckling, that Wilson hadn't told Cameron about his infidelity, House slowly became angry.
Wilson might have been his best friend and maybe he wasn't all buddy-buddy with Cameron, but she did deserve to know that her oh-so-loving boyfriend couldn't keep it in his pants.
Three days later, he went down to Wilson's office with an ultimatum. "Tell her," he said, giving the oncologist a serious look, "or I will."
"You'd seriously tell her?" Wilson said.
"Oh, yeah," House replied. "Though to make it more fun, I might make it less sympathetic for you. Say she isn't really dying. Or point out that you were living with her. Depends on how the nurses spin it first."
Leaving his best friend staring openmouthed at him, House limped out of his office and back to diagnostics. And waited. And watched every move Cameron made, waiting for her to collapse like a house of cards. Of course she would. She wanted to be liked and cared for, and Wilson liked needy women. It was a match made in hell, and she was going to get burned.
Not that House enjoyed it. Though the doubts had always festered in the back of his brain, this was one time where he had wanted to be wrong. Wanted not to be picking up the pieces. Which is why he had told Wilson to keep his hands off Cameron in the first place. Not that it had helped.
He was about ready to deliver a first-class caning when he saw it happen. They were standing in the hall right outside diagnostics, and when he saw Cameron crumple inside, House knew his friend had told her about his affair. There were words exchanged, and he watched his best friend slink off with his tail between his legs, his fellow walking into the office with tears in her eyes.
She set the file on his desk, quickly excused herself, and was already wiping at her eyes by the time she ran hastily into the conference room.
Through it all, House didn't say anything to her. He had his reasons -- that he wanted Wilson to suffer, that he didn't really care about Cameron, that she should have been expecting this when she got involved with a man finalizing his third divorce. But it was also because he knew he had nothing he could say.
Not except 'I told you so.'