[OTA] It must've been love...

[cutthroatbitch]

It was just on dusk and the approaching evening found Amber sitting alone on the beach in the wake of watching the sun dip to the horizon and set peacefully after it's performance of the eclipse earlier. There were still people walking along the beach and milling around, so she wasn't quite in solitude, but it was still peaceful

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[cutthroatbitch]

Amber smirked. "He'll get you back, you know. When you least expect it, he'll land you with a patient with explosive diarrhoea and MRSA or something. I don't buy the passive-aggressive Aussie act at all. I think he learnt most of his tricks off you," she mused, trailing her fingers through the sand. She was in much the same boat as House, but for different reasons. Rob's case had affected her, plain and simple. She saw the solider around the island regularly and he looked much better. Not 100%, but better. Happy. He had found love on the island, and she was happy for him. She just missed having someone that made her smile like that...

She nodded. "Snooping in Cuddy's arrival log again?" she guessed, unphased. She had come to just tolerate House now. She respected him, maybe even identified with him on some level. The island seemed to demand some sort of civility between them, even if she had wanted to cut his balls off before she arrived here for interfering in her relationship with Wilson. Old water, very very large bridge and all that. "She wants to work at the Med Center. Another diagnostic case comes along and Chase is likely to dump her with you by default again, even if he doesn't know her."