Candy Canes and Mistletoe, Chapter 2
Chapter Two of my Cameron/Thirteen Christmas fic. For notes and information, see Chapter One.
Disclaimer: I still don't own House, and I also don't own How The Grinch Stole Christmas.
Flipping through the channels on her TV, Cameron couldn’t help but feel sad at the lack of anything good to watch. She’d never really gotten into any of the new shows, what with Chase constantly keeping some sports game on in the background.
Chase. Now there was something even more depressing than MTV reality shows.
It was my idea to break up. Mine! I should be the one moving on and parading my dates around at hospital functions, not him!
Through one rather awkward conversation that was mostly through Foreman, she had found out that Chase had already found a date to the Christmas party Cuddy was throwing the following week. Cameron, on the other hand, hadn’t had time to re-fill the drawer she had emptied out for him, let alone charm some unsuspecting underwear-model look-alike to bring her punch and drive her ex mad with jealousy.
Pressing the button one more time, she came across the opening chords to the intro of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Cameron grinned. Now there was a classic. She put the remote down and cuddled into her fleece blanket, reaching for a sip of her steaming mug of tea.
Giggling at the antics of the green puppet-like creature (who, in Cameron’s opinion, could be Gregory House’s lost-lost twin) took her mind off Chase and onto holiday happiness.
But watching Max the dog scamper around with his big, sad eyes made another vision pop into her mind, so unexpected she almost gasped. Big, soulful blue eyes that just begged to be loved and understood.
Why is it that everything reminds me of her?
Later, having untangled herself from the cocoon of blankets on her couch, Cameron decided to go for a walk. It wasn’t too late at night, she argued with herself, and not even that cold. Not cold enough to snow, that was for sure.
The wind, which had picked up since that afternoon, stung her cheeks bright red. Her nose was numb, and moved oddly when she twitched it, as if it were no longer a familiar part of her body, but a carelessly added appendage.
She found herself walking by a bar, one of the many found in the college town, although Cameron couldn’t recall ever having been inside. The next thing she saw made her freeze more than the cold air around her.
Thirteen, her hair whipping around her shoulders in the wind, eyes smoky with liner and shadow and God-knows-what-else, walked out the front door. Next to her-- practically attached to her-was a young blonde woman, eyes also hazy, giving her a feral look that made her thoughts blatant to anyone around. Neither woman seemed to care as they climbed into a blue car Cameron recognized as Thirteen’s and drove off.
Still in shock, the blonde doctor was rooted in place. So many thoughts sped through her mind that it took a full five minutes for her brain to connect that she should worry about the obviously intoxicated woman driving a car.
It took a group of drunken college students stumbling out the door to snap Cameron out of her trance. Turning around, she started back towards her apartment at a brisk pace, hoping that Thirteen would be all right the next day.
Disclaimer: I still don't own House, and I also don't own How The Grinch Stole Christmas.
Flipping through the channels on her TV, Cameron couldn’t help but feel sad at the lack of anything good to watch. She’d never really gotten into any of the new shows, what with Chase constantly keeping some sports game on in the background.
Chase. Now there was something even more depressing than MTV reality shows.
It was my idea to break up. Mine! I should be the one moving on and parading my dates around at hospital functions, not him!
Through one rather awkward conversation that was mostly through Foreman, she had found out that Chase had already found a date to the Christmas party Cuddy was throwing the following week. Cameron, on the other hand, hadn’t had time to re-fill the drawer she had emptied out for him, let alone charm some unsuspecting underwear-model look-alike to bring her punch and drive her ex mad with jealousy.
Pressing the button one more time, she came across the opening chords to the intro of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Cameron grinned. Now there was a classic. She put the remote down and cuddled into her fleece blanket, reaching for a sip of her steaming mug of tea.
Giggling at the antics of the green puppet-like creature (who, in Cameron’s opinion, could be Gregory House’s lost-lost twin) took her mind off Chase and onto holiday happiness.
But watching Max the dog scamper around with his big, sad eyes made another vision pop into her mind, so unexpected she almost gasped. Big, soulful blue eyes that just begged to be loved and understood.
Why is it that everything reminds me of her?
Later, having untangled herself from the cocoon of blankets on her couch, Cameron decided to go for a walk. It wasn’t too late at night, she argued with herself, and not even that cold. Not cold enough to snow, that was for sure.
The wind, which had picked up since that afternoon, stung her cheeks bright red. Her nose was numb, and moved oddly when she twitched it, as if it were no longer a familiar part of her body, but a carelessly added appendage.
She found herself walking by a bar, one of the many found in the college town, although Cameron couldn’t recall ever having been inside. The next thing she saw made her freeze more than the cold air around her.
Thirteen, her hair whipping around her shoulders in the wind, eyes smoky with liner and shadow and God-knows-what-else, walked out the front door. Next to her-- practically attached to her-was a young blonde woman, eyes also hazy, giving her a feral look that made her thoughts blatant to anyone around. Neither woman seemed to care as they climbed into a blue car Cameron recognized as Thirteen’s and drove off.
Still in shock, the blonde doctor was rooted in place. So many thoughts sped through her mind that it took a full five minutes for her brain to connect that she should worry about the obviously intoxicated woman driving a car.
It took a group of drunken college students stumbling out the door to snap Cameron out of her trance. Turning around, she started back towards her apartment at a brisk pace, hoping that Thirteen would be all right the next day.