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TITLE: Eradication 15
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Cameron/House, Cameron/OC
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: There’s no way you could go back to the person you were a year ago, who was content with take out Chinese and TiVo, taking too much Vicodin and who didn’t need people.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Again, the comments make my whole day. I'm sorry I don't reply to each one, but I do READ each one, and they make me so happy. I really appreciate those who took the time to say they liked it, and those who take the time to point out which parts they are enjoying. It helps me improve my writing, and so then I can say I learned something from fanfic. ;)
I wrote this instead of my paper on Buddhism. I suppose I should get going on that now, LOL.
You make every attempt to move forward with your lives. Blythe is enjoying kindergarten, and even her teacher is impressed by her intelligence. She learns quickly and easily, and you worry she’s going to be a hellion when she gets a little older. You were that way; learning too fast to stay interested in school, and finding other outlets for your energy.
Nathan is growing too fast, and at his six month checkup hits the 60th percentile in both height and weight for his age group. For a baby who started life at less than five pounds and spent a week in the NICU, the 60th percentile is a good place to be, and you love the way Cameron smiles at him when he babbles.
Cameron wades through divorce papers, custody papers, frivolous arguments against her ability to parent and random things Robert tries to throw at her with a calm grace you’re almost jealous of. Robert’s been nothing but a jerk and now he won’t simply sign the papers and save Cameron a lot of trouble. What he has done is everything in his power to jerk her around, and to make this as difficult as possible, and you hate him for it. When the children are around, you’d never guess there was anything amiss. She smiles, and cuddles Nathan and helps Blythe with her homework. She saves her tears for the bedroom at night, when she thinks no one can hear her.
For your part, you go to work, come home, and do whatever you can to make her life easier. You think that’s sort of ironic, and you don’t let yourself think about the person you were four years ago. If you dwell on the fact that you were an asshole, you can make this entire situation your fault, and you don’t like feeling like that. You’d rather blame Robert, who is still an asshole, because that way you don’t feel as guilty.
On Halloween, Blythe dresses up like a doctor, and you shrug innocently when Cameron asks where she got her own stethoscope. Blythe is limping around the house, leaning heavily on her stick, and Cameron gives you a sideways glance and then bursts into laughter. She dresses up poor Nathan like a pea pod, and you try to intervene on his behalf. There were far manlier baby costumes available, and you’re sure that Nathan would have chosen one of those.
You take Blythe trick or treating, and you hope you don’t run into anyone you really know, because you can’t wipe the goofy smile off your face. Blythe is wearing your never-used nametag, introducing herself as Dr. House and you want everyone to know that she is yours.
When you return home with Blythe, Cameron and Nathan are curled up on the couch watching the Halloween Charlie Brown Special and she is eating the leftover candy that was to be handed out to the trick or treaters.
“Got your own stash?” you question her lightly, as Blythe dumps out her pumpkin filled with candy, “That means you can’t have ours,” you tell Cameron, and you and Blythe move protectively around the candy while you count it. She organizes the types into piles, and when she’s not paying attention, you scan the candy for unwrapped pieces, pieces that look weird, and additional pieces that just look really delicious.
Nathan goes to bed easily, and you kiss him softly before you lay him down. You hate that he’s still stuck in the play pen, but he doesn’t seem to mind and really, it’s no different than a crib. You don’t think it’s fair to make Blythe share her space, and you idly think that when you move, you’re going to need at least a four bedroom house. Having your office in the living room is sort of difficult, especially with all the commotion.
When you move. You sit down on the bed and stare at the sleeping baby. You honestly have no idea what you would do if Cameron left. What you would do without Nathan’s little laugh and Blythe’s snark. There’s no way you could go back to the person you were a year ago, who was content with take out Chinese and TiVo, taking too much Vicodin and who didn’t need people. Because you need these people in your life.
You sit on the couch and wait for Cameron to finish tucking Blythe in, and she smiles when she sees you and curls up next to you like she always does. You’re a different person than you were when you dated, and she can tell. She never used to initiate contact of any kind, and now it seems like she can’t not touch you.
You settle your arm around her and watch the tail end of whatever crappy horror movie TNT is playing and when it ends, she tips her head up to meet you eyes. She’s smiling at you and you return her smile and lean down to kiss her without thinking about it. She meets you halfway, and you feel her slim hand come up and rest against your cheek for a moment and then tangle in your hair. You close your eyes and reach for her, pulling her against you without breaking the kiss and you think this is what home feels like.
When you finally pull apart, she rests her forehead against yours and looks at you for a moment before she kisses you again, her arms wrapped around the back of your neck. You feel her smile against your lips and you move away from her long enough to kiss her cheek, that spot behind her ear that makes her purr, her neck. You hear her giggle and you drag her onto your lap, settling her weight on your good leg and she lays her head in the curve of your neck.
“Happy Halloween,” she teases.
“Trick or treat?” you laugh, because it’s so incredibly lame you can’t not say it.
“Treat,” she purrs, and licks your ear. Her playful mood doesn’t last long, and you’re not surprised when she sighs and lays her head back down. You hold her close and try not to think, but then she starts to talk and you can’t help it.
“You’ve changed so much,” she murmurs taking your hand in hers, “Everything I used to love about you is still there, but there’s so much more now. The way you are with Blythe - with Nathan - you weren’t like that four years ago.”
“I know,” you say simply, “It took me awhile to realize what I was missing. But I know now,” you kiss her forehead, “and I plan to do whatever I can to fix it.”
“You already have,” she whispers, and you are silent. You kiss her softly again, and just hold her, because you can’t speak around the lump in your throat.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Cameron/House, Cameron/OC
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: There’s no way you could go back to the person you were a year ago, who was content with take out Chinese and TiVo, taking too much Vicodin and who didn’t need people.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Again, the comments make my whole day. I'm sorry I don't reply to each one, but I do READ each one, and they make me so happy. I really appreciate those who took the time to say they liked it, and those who take the time to point out which parts they are enjoying. It helps me improve my writing, and so then I can say I learned something from fanfic. ;)
I wrote this instead of my paper on Buddhism. I suppose I should get going on that now, LOL.
You make every attempt to move forward with your lives. Blythe is enjoying kindergarten, and even her teacher is impressed by her intelligence. She learns quickly and easily, and you worry she’s going to be a hellion when she gets a little older. You were that way; learning too fast to stay interested in school, and finding other outlets for your energy.
Nathan is growing too fast, and at his six month checkup hits the 60th percentile in both height and weight for his age group. For a baby who started life at less than five pounds and spent a week in the NICU, the 60th percentile is a good place to be, and you love the way Cameron smiles at him when he babbles.
Cameron wades through divorce papers, custody papers, frivolous arguments against her ability to parent and random things Robert tries to throw at her with a calm grace you’re almost jealous of. Robert’s been nothing but a jerk and now he won’t simply sign the papers and save Cameron a lot of trouble. What he has done is everything in his power to jerk her around, and to make this as difficult as possible, and you hate him for it. When the children are around, you’d never guess there was anything amiss. She smiles, and cuddles Nathan and helps Blythe with her homework. She saves her tears for the bedroom at night, when she thinks no one can hear her.
For your part, you go to work, come home, and do whatever you can to make her life easier. You think that’s sort of ironic, and you don’t let yourself think about the person you were four years ago. If you dwell on the fact that you were an asshole, you can make this entire situation your fault, and you don’t like feeling like that. You’d rather blame Robert, who is still an asshole, because that way you don’t feel as guilty.
On Halloween, Blythe dresses up like a doctor, and you shrug innocently when Cameron asks where she got her own stethoscope. Blythe is limping around the house, leaning heavily on her stick, and Cameron gives you a sideways glance and then bursts into laughter. She dresses up poor Nathan like a pea pod, and you try to intervene on his behalf. There were far manlier baby costumes available, and you’re sure that Nathan would have chosen one of those.
You take Blythe trick or treating, and you hope you don’t run into anyone you really know, because you can’t wipe the goofy smile off your face. Blythe is wearing your never-used nametag, introducing herself as Dr. House and you want everyone to know that she is yours.
When you return home with Blythe, Cameron and Nathan are curled up on the couch watching the Halloween Charlie Brown Special and she is eating the leftover candy that was to be handed out to the trick or treaters.
“Got your own stash?” you question her lightly, as Blythe dumps out her pumpkin filled with candy, “That means you can’t have ours,” you tell Cameron, and you and Blythe move protectively around the candy while you count it. She organizes the types into piles, and when she’s not paying attention, you scan the candy for unwrapped pieces, pieces that look weird, and additional pieces that just look really delicious.
Nathan goes to bed easily, and you kiss him softly before you lay him down. You hate that he’s still stuck in the play pen, but he doesn’t seem to mind and really, it’s no different than a crib. You don’t think it’s fair to make Blythe share her space, and you idly think that when you move, you’re going to need at least a four bedroom house. Having your office in the living room is sort of difficult, especially with all the commotion.
When you move. You sit down on the bed and stare at the sleeping baby. You honestly have no idea what you would do if Cameron left. What you would do without Nathan’s little laugh and Blythe’s snark. There’s no way you could go back to the person you were a year ago, who was content with take out Chinese and TiVo, taking too much Vicodin and who didn’t need people. Because you need these people in your life.
You sit on the couch and wait for Cameron to finish tucking Blythe in, and she smiles when she sees you and curls up next to you like she always does. You’re a different person than you were when you dated, and she can tell. She never used to initiate contact of any kind, and now it seems like she can’t not touch you.
You settle your arm around her and watch the tail end of whatever crappy horror movie TNT is playing and when it ends, she tips her head up to meet you eyes. She’s smiling at you and you return her smile and lean down to kiss her without thinking about it. She meets you halfway, and you feel her slim hand come up and rest against your cheek for a moment and then tangle in your hair. You close your eyes and reach for her, pulling her against you without breaking the kiss and you think this is what home feels like.
When you finally pull apart, she rests her forehead against yours and looks at you for a moment before she kisses you again, her arms wrapped around the back of your neck. You feel her smile against your lips and you move away from her long enough to kiss her cheek, that spot behind her ear that makes her purr, her neck. You hear her giggle and you drag her onto your lap, settling her weight on your good leg and she lays her head in the curve of your neck.
“Happy Halloween,” she teases.
“Trick or treat?” you laugh, because it’s so incredibly lame you can’t not say it.
“Treat,” she purrs, and licks your ear. Her playful mood doesn’t last long, and you’re not surprised when she sighs and lays her head back down. You hold her close and try not to think, but then she starts to talk and you can’t help it.
“You’ve changed so much,” she murmurs taking your hand in hers, “Everything I used to love about you is still there, but there’s so much more now. The way you are with Blythe - with Nathan - you weren’t like that four years ago.”
“I know,” you say simply, “It took me awhile to realize what I was missing. But I know now,” you kiss her forehead, “and I plan to do whatever I can to fix it.”
“You already have,” she whispers, and you are silent. You kiss her softly again, and just hold her, because you can’t speak around the lump in your throat.