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TITLE: Evolution 9
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
SUMMARY: She missed him so badly she ached sometimes, and the phone calls made her miss him more.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Does anyone remember this story even? Sorry for the huge break between updates - more coming soon, I promise. : )
Cameron woke up to the sounds of House dressing. She glanced at the bedside clock; they’d managed to sleep until ten.
“I’ve got my talk at noon,” he said, buttoning his jeans, “I need to go back to my hotel and change before. My flight is at four,” he added, and he almost managed the intended nonchalance.
“Okay,” she murmured, sitting up in bed and dragging the sheet around her naked body, “We…are we going to talk?”
“Are you coming home?” he asked bluntly, leaning on his cane and staring at her while he opened his vicodin bottle and took one.
“I…Greg…”
“Then what are we going to talk about? Why won’t you come back?”
“My job…my family is here,” she stammered, not sure how she was supposed to reconcile the man with whom she’d spent the last two days with the man currently standing in front of her, staring her down with icy eyes.
“You know you could get a job at PPTH,” he said, sitting down on the side of the bed and dropping his head into his hands, “Cameron, what are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” she sighed, going over to him and sinking down onto the mattress next to him.
‘Would you interview if there was a job at PPTH?” he asked simply.
Cameron glanced at him, “Why?” she asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
He sighed, “I knew something was up when Cuddy sent me here. Sending me to a Midwest conference when the national one is in two months didn’t make sense to me. Matheson is retiring end of next month, and that leaves an attending position open in Immunology.”
“Cuddy didn’t notify me…she didn’t ask for me…” Cameron stammered. Going back to PPTH…going home…seemed so close.
“No, she doesn’t know if you’re interested in leaving Mayo. Are you interested in leaving Mayo?” he asked, and this was the last time he was going to. He wasn’t going to force her hand, and he wasn’t going to drag her back to the east coast by her hair. He didn’t want her with him and miserable.
“If I am?” she whispered, reaching for his hand and twining her fingers with him.
“Then I’ll tell Cuddy I’ve got her immunologist, and she’ll be thrilled,” he told her with certainty.
“Okay,” Cameron said, her voice shaking, “Tell her.”
House let out an uncharacteristic whoop and crushed his lips to hers. She startled, then returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. When he pulled back, she chuckled, kissing the corner of his mouth lovingly.
“I’m glad you came to this conference,” she murmured, tracing the line of his jaw with the soft pads of her fingers.
“Me too,” he said honestly, kissing her once more, “I need to go. I’ll call you when I’m home, we’ll get things started.”
Cameron nodded, unable to contain the grin that threatened to split her face.
She was going home.
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Two weeks later, things were falling into place so perfectly that had Cameron believed in God, she’d have thought this entire move back was meant to be. Cuddy had called her the day after House’s return, thrilled to offer Cameron a completely competitive job back at PPTH. Apparently, Cameron had made a stronger impression than she’d originally thought, because the salary offer that Cuddy opened with was already more than her salary at Mayo.
She’d called House immediately afterwards, and no longer had to fight to keep the glee out of her voice. He’d commented that she deserved a better salary, and then changed the topic to Wilson’s latest girlfriend to avoid more personal relationship talk.
Cameron spent the next week alternating between packing up her things and spending as much time with her niece as possible. She promised to fly back to see the new baby as soon as he was born, and talked with Gracia about how they could talk on the phone and send mail back and forth. She knew the hardest part about leaving Minnesota would be leaving her niece.
Phone calls between Cameron and House increased to a near nightly basis. They would watch TV together, and sometimes he’d play the piano for her until she fell asleep. Other nights she could hear him playing his guitar as they talked, the notes blending in with the background noise of his TV.
A month had passed since the end of the conference and Cameron was about ready to crawl out of her skin. She missed him so badly she ached sometimes, and the phone calls made her miss him more. She’d never told him directly how much she missed him, but something told her he was on the same page as she was.
Her last day at Mayo came not nearly fast enough, and on her final day, she had to fight the urge to take off from her Farewell party early. She accepted the cards and the hugs from her colleagues gracefully, though she was anxious to get home.
Her flight left the next morning, her things had already been shipped to her new apartment, and she was going home in less than 12 hours.
She padded through her near empty house, tucking a few things into her carry on and folding her clothes from that day, piling them in. She set out a pair of jeans and a t shirt for the next day, and laid down on her makeshift bed, staring at the clock.
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The flight there seemed longer than it had in the past; she was a little embarrassed at her excitement. She missed House. She missed the hospital; she missed that cute little coffee house she used to go to after work sometimes.
The plane landed not a minute too soon, and she dragged her carry on behind her impatiently as she headed for the ground level, to baggage claim. She could grab a taxi to her new place and then give call House. Start making up for lost time.
As she went through the sliding doors to the outside, where the taxis were lined up, a familiar voice caught her attention and she turned her head. Parked illegally along the curb was a car she recognized all too well, and House was leaning against the side of it, twirling his cane.
“Welcome home.”
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
SUMMARY: She missed him so badly she ached sometimes, and the phone calls made her miss him more.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
Does anyone remember this story even? Sorry for the huge break between updates - more coming soon, I promise. : )
Cameron woke up to the sounds of House dressing. She glanced at the bedside clock; they’d managed to sleep until ten.
“I’ve got my talk at noon,” he said, buttoning his jeans, “I need to go back to my hotel and change before. My flight is at four,” he added, and he almost managed the intended nonchalance.
“Okay,” she murmured, sitting up in bed and dragging the sheet around her naked body, “We…are we going to talk?”
“Are you coming home?” he asked bluntly, leaning on his cane and staring at her while he opened his vicodin bottle and took one.
“I…Greg…”
“Then what are we going to talk about? Why won’t you come back?”
“My job…my family is here,” she stammered, not sure how she was supposed to reconcile the man with whom she’d spent the last two days with the man currently standing in front of her, staring her down with icy eyes.
“You know you could get a job at PPTH,” he said, sitting down on the side of the bed and dropping his head into his hands, “Cameron, what are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” she sighed, going over to him and sinking down onto the mattress next to him.
‘Would you interview if there was a job at PPTH?” he asked simply.
Cameron glanced at him, “Why?” she asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.
He sighed, “I knew something was up when Cuddy sent me here. Sending me to a Midwest conference when the national one is in two months didn’t make sense to me. Matheson is retiring end of next month, and that leaves an attending position open in Immunology.”
“Cuddy didn’t notify me…she didn’t ask for me…” Cameron stammered. Going back to PPTH…going home…seemed so close.
“No, she doesn’t know if you’re interested in leaving Mayo. Are you interested in leaving Mayo?” he asked, and this was the last time he was going to. He wasn’t going to force her hand, and he wasn’t going to drag her back to the east coast by her hair. He didn’t want her with him and miserable.
“If I am?” she whispered, reaching for his hand and twining her fingers with him.
“Then I’ll tell Cuddy I’ve got her immunologist, and she’ll be thrilled,” he told her with certainty.
“Okay,” Cameron said, her voice shaking, “Tell her.”
House let out an uncharacteristic whoop and crushed his lips to hers. She startled, then returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. When he pulled back, she chuckled, kissing the corner of his mouth lovingly.
“I’m glad you came to this conference,” she murmured, tracing the line of his jaw with the soft pads of her fingers.
“Me too,” he said honestly, kissing her once more, “I need to go. I’ll call you when I’m home, we’ll get things started.”
Cameron nodded, unable to contain the grin that threatened to split her face.
She was going home.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Two weeks later, things were falling into place so perfectly that had Cameron believed in God, she’d have thought this entire move back was meant to be. Cuddy had called her the day after House’s return, thrilled to offer Cameron a completely competitive job back at PPTH. Apparently, Cameron had made a stronger impression than she’d originally thought, because the salary offer that Cuddy opened with was already more than her salary at Mayo.
She’d called House immediately afterwards, and no longer had to fight to keep the glee out of her voice. He’d commented that she deserved a better salary, and then changed the topic to Wilson’s latest girlfriend to avoid more personal relationship talk.
Cameron spent the next week alternating between packing up her things and spending as much time with her niece as possible. She promised to fly back to see the new baby as soon as he was born, and talked with Gracia about how they could talk on the phone and send mail back and forth. She knew the hardest part about leaving Minnesota would be leaving her niece.
Phone calls between Cameron and House increased to a near nightly basis. They would watch TV together, and sometimes he’d play the piano for her until she fell asleep. Other nights she could hear him playing his guitar as they talked, the notes blending in with the background noise of his TV.
A month had passed since the end of the conference and Cameron was about ready to crawl out of her skin. She missed him so badly she ached sometimes, and the phone calls made her miss him more. She’d never told him directly how much she missed him, but something told her he was on the same page as she was.
Her last day at Mayo came not nearly fast enough, and on her final day, she had to fight the urge to take off from her Farewell party early. She accepted the cards and the hugs from her colleagues gracefully, though she was anxious to get home.
Her flight left the next morning, her things had already been shipped to her new apartment, and she was going home in less than 12 hours.
She padded through her near empty house, tucking a few things into her carry on and folding her clothes from that day, piling them in. She set out a pair of jeans and a t shirt for the next day, and laid down on her makeshift bed, staring at the clock.
XXXXXXXXXXXX
The flight there seemed longer than it had in the past; she was a little embarrassed at her excitement. She missed House. She missed the hospital; she missed that cute little coffee house she used to go to after work sometimes.
The plane landed not a minute too soon, and she dragged her carry on behind her impatiently as she headed for the ground level, to baggage claim. She could grab a taxi to her new place and then give call House. Start making up for lost time.
As she went through the sliding doors to the outside, where the taxis were lined up, a familiar voice caught her attention and she turned her head. Parked illegally along the curb was a car she recognized all too well, and House was leaning against the side of it, twirling his cane.
“Welcome home.”