house fic: The Darker Days of Me and Him 10/10
Title: The Darker Days of Me and Him
Pairing/Characters: cameron, house/cameron
Words: 1009
Spoilers: Minor for 'Love Hurts' and small mention of 'Honeymoon'.
Rating: PGish
Summary: For the rest of the world, they will only define each other once.
A/N: Part One is here. Part Two is here. Part Three is here. Part Four is here.Part Five is here. Part Six is here. Part Seven is here. Part Eight is here. Part Nine is here.
A/N2: Thank you. Thank you. And enjoy the final part.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
finale.
For the rest of the world, they will only define each other once.
“How was Boston?” Chase asks as she enters the conference room with her bag slung around her shoulder and a coffee cup in hand.
Foreman mirrors his question with a worried smile and she hands him a copy of the medical journal he subscribes to- which always ends up in her mail. She smiles at them both, tossing her bag on the floor by her desk and grabbing her lab coat off her chair.
“It was good,” she answers, reassuring them both with a tired smile. “As good as it could be, I guess.”
“He’s in Wilson’s office,” Foreman tells her.
She turns. “I wasn’t going to ask.”
“He beat you in this morning.”
“Okay.” She shrugs. Chase and Foreman both stare at her with identical looks of confusion. Monday mornings were usually- always- their he’s a bastard because of this time.
Foreman coughs. “Cam?”
“Hmm?”
“Everything okay?”
She looks up from the mail she’s started to sort out. “Yeah. Everything’s fine. I’m just a little tired from the traveling.”
“Tired?” Chase echoes.
She rolls her eyes. “Apparently, there’s a need for an echo.”
“You’re sure it’s nothing else.”
She nods. “I’m fine. I promise. It’s just been a long couple weeks and everything seems to be catching up.”
“You should’ve asked for a couple more days.”
Cameron shrugs. In reality, he had told her to take a couple more days. She’s still tired- but she insisted to him that she could do it. Like him, she worked on a routine.
“It’s fine.”
Chase snorts. “He didn’t give them to you.”
Her answer is ambiguous. “I didn’t ask for them.”
“Because she didn’t want them,” comes a response from the door.
She turns around to see House and Wilson standing in the doorway of his office, watching the three of them. Wilson nods in greeting to her and she smiles in return.
“Christ. You need a warning bell.”
House limps into the room, ignoring Chase. He moves closer to her, his eyes raking over her form. She rolls her eyes, throwing him a pointed look of I’m fine.
“Mail done?” He asks, reaching for the coffee on her desk. His shoulder brushes hers and she shivers.
“I just got here.”
He takes a sip of her coffee, earning a snort from Wilson and wide-eyed glances from Chase and Foreman. It is unspoken between all of them that her coffee was hers and hers alone. It’s why the first thing she does every morning is to make the coffee for everyone else and then her own. She’s the only one who makes digestible coffee anyway.
She stifles a laugh when he wrinkles his nose. “How much sugar did they put in the damn thing?”
Cameron reaches forward to grab her letter opener, leaning lightly against him. In turn, the heat of his gaze grows.
“I told you I’d stop on my way in,” she murmurs with a smirk.
The door to the conference room clicks open and they both look up. Stacey Warner strolls in with a smile grin on her face and several files in hand. Cameron sighs and looks away, busying herself with the mail once more. The older woman’s presence never fails to make her uncomfortable even in passing and for some reason. She suspects that the intentions behind what few meeting they had were on purpose.
She’s surprised when her presence doesn’t bother her as much.
“Greg,” Stacy greets pleasantly. “I wanted to get to you before my meetings today. Assuming that James didn’t tell you, Mark and I want to have you for dinner as a thank you.”
He doesn’t move from her side, her coffee still in his hand. “Joy.”
“Can you make it?”
House tries to nudge her shoulder discreetly, but fails. She can feel all eyes on the both of them as she looks up and glares. He smirks and she rolls her eyes.
“There’s that OC special tonight that you wanted to watch.”
He takes another sip of her coffee. “You mean that we wanted to watch.”
And then it happens. They begin to move past the awkward, shy touches and the loaded, meaningful gazes. She leans forward to reach for a pen, the fabric of her shirt rising as she stretch. She almost jumps when his fingertips graze her skin and snorts when he tugs down her shirt to cover her exposed skin.
“We’re busy,” he tells Stacy. “And although she’ll never admit it, we’ve been looking forward to the OC special. Actor interviews are always fun, you know.”
“I plead the fifth,” she mumbles as the slow movement of his fingers turn into obvious caresses. “You’re being obnoxious.”
He flashes her a grin. “I hear that there’s an abandon storage closest on the third floor.”
She pulls the medical journals out of the mail and tosses them lightly on the chair in front of her desk. She doesn’t hide her smile. “Pig.”
His response is loud and obnoxious, but she picks up the underlying meaning behind his words. Her stomach flutters. This isn’t a game, she realizes. This is that one moment- him and her and that in plain sight for the rest of the world. “But you, Dr. Cameron, love me anyways.”
She understands exactly what he’s doing.
At first, she doesn’t answer him and grabs her keys. She remembers that she left her laptop in the back of her car. She steps around him, plucking her coffee cup out of his hands and fighting hard to laugh out load at the baffled expressions on the faces of Wilson, Chase, and Foreman.
But then she stops, turning around and cocking her head to the side. “You know what, Dr. House?”
A grin tugs at his lips. “Hmm?”
“I’ll meet you on the third floor on my way back,” she answers. “And I do.”
She turns around to leave, laughing softly as she hears a flurry of questions and demands for answers.
Her smile doesn’t hurt.
this has always been us.
Pairing/Characters: cameron, house/cameron
Words: 1009
Spoilers: Minor for 'Love Hurts' and small mention of 'Honeymoon'.
Rating: PGish
Summary: For the rest of the world, they will only define each other once.
A/N: Part One is here. Part Two is here. Part Three is here. Part Four is here.Part Five is here. Part Six is here. Part Seven is here. Part Eight is here. Part Nine is here.
A/N2: Thank you. Thank you. And enjoy the final part.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
finale.
For the rest of the world, they will only define each other once.
“How was Boston?” Chase asks as she enters the conference room with her bag slung around her shoulder and a coffee cup in hand.
Foreman mirrors his question with a worried smile and she hands him a copy of the medical journal he subscribes to- which always ends up in her mail. She smiles at them both, tossing her bag on the floor by her desk and grabbing her lab coat off her chair.
“It was good,” she answers, reassuring them both with a tired smile. “As good as it could be, I guess.”
“He’s in Wilson’s office,” Foreman tells her.
She turns. “I wasn’t going to ask.”
“He beat you in this morning.”
“Okay.” She shrugs. Chase and Foreman both stare at her with identical looks of confusion. Monday mornings were usually- always- their he’s a bastard because of this time.
Foreman coughs. “Cam?”
“Hmm?”
“Everything okay?”
She looks up from the mail she’s started to sort out. “Yeah. Everything’s fine. I’m just a little tired from the traveling.”
“Tired?” Chase echoes.
She rolls her eyes. “Apparently, there’s a need for an echo.”
“You’re sure it’s nothing else.”
She nods. “I’m fine. I promise. It’s just been a long couple weeks and everything seems to be catching up.”
“You should’ve asked for a couple more days.”
Cameron shrugs. In reality, he had told her to take a couple more days. She’s still tired- but she insisted to him that she could do it. Like him, she worked on a routine.
“It’s fine.”
Chase snorts. “He didn’t give them to you.”
Her answer is ambiguous. “I didn’t ask for them.”
“Because she didn’t want them,” comes a response from the door.
She turns around to see House and Wilson standing in the doorway of his office, watching the three of them. Wilson nods in greeting to her and she smiles in return.
“Christ. You need a warning bell.”
House limps into the room, ignoring Chase. He moves closer to her, his eyes raking over her form. She rolls her eyes, throwing him a pointed look of I’m fine.
“Mail done?” He asks, reaching for the coffee on her desk. His shoulder brushes hers and she shivers.
“I just got here.”
He takes a sip of her coffee, earning a snort from Wilson and wide-eyed glances from Chase and Foreman. It is unspoken between all of them that her coffee was hers and hers alone. It’s why the first thing she does every morning is to make the coffee for everyone else and then her own. She’s the only one who makes digestible coffee anyway.
She stifles a laugh when he wrinkles his nose. “How much sugar did they put in the damn thing?”
Cameron reaches forward to grab her letter opener, leaning lightly against him. In turn, the heat of his gaze grows.
“I told you I’d stop on my way in,” she murmurs with a smirk.
The door to the conference room clicks open and they both look up. Stacey Warner strolls in with a smile grin on her face and several files in hand. Cameron sighs and looks away, busying herself with the mail once more. The older woman’s presence never fails to make her uncomfortable even in passing and for some reason. She suspects that the intentions behind what few meeting they had were on purpose.
She’s surprised when her presence doesn’t bother her as much.
“Greg,” Stacy greets pleasantly. “I wanted to get to you before my meetings today. Assuming that James didn’t tell you, Mark and I want to have you for dinner as a thank you.”
He doesn’t move from her side, her coffee still in his hand. “Joy.”
“Can you make it?”
House tries to nudge her shoulder discreetly, but fails. She can feel all eyes on the both of them as she looks up and glares. He smirks and she rolls her eyes.
“There’s that OC special tonight that you wanted to watch.”
He takes another sip of her coffee. “You mean that we wanted to watch.”
And then it happens. They begin to move past the awkward, shy touches and the loaded, meaningful gazes. She leans forward to reach for a pen, the fabric of her shirt rising as she stretch. She almost jumps when his fingertips graze her skin and snorts when he tugs down her shirt to cover her exposed skin.
“We’re busy,” he tells Stacy. “And although she’ll never admit it, we’ve been looking forward to the OC special. Actor interviews are always fun, you know.”
“I plead the fifth,” she mumbles as the slow movement of his fingers turn into obvious caresses. “You’re being obnoxious.”
He flashes her a grin. “I hear that there’s an abandon storage closest on the third floor.”
She pulls the medical journals out of the mail and tosses them lightly on the chair in front of her desk. She doesn’t hide her smile. “Pig.”
His response is loud and obnoxious, but she picks up the underlying meaning behind his words. Her stomach flutters. This isn’t a game, she realizes. This is that one moment- him and her and that in plain sight for the rest of the world. “But you, Dr. Cameron, love me anyways.”
She understands exactly what he’s doing.
At first, she doesn’t answer him and grabs her keys. She remembers that she left her laptop in the back of her car. She steps around him, plucking her coffee cup out of his hands and fighting hard to laugh out load at the baffled expressions on the faces of Wilson, Chase, and Foreman.
But then she stops, turning around and cocking her head to the side. “You know what, Dr. House?”
A grin tugs at his lips. “Hmm?”
“I’ll meet you on the third floor on my way back,” she answers. “And I do.”
She turns around to leave, laughing softly as she hears a flurry of questions and demands for answers.
Her smile doesn’t hurt.
this has always been us.