new member, new fic
Title: Sounds like fun (1/?)
Author: choco_csi
Pairing: Wil/Cam
Rating: PG-13/R (mainly for later chapters)
Warnings: none right at the moment
Summary: Wilson consoles Cameron over the death of a patient and the two grow closer, much to House's disliking.
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me. Along with all three CSI shows. Damn. That must have been a dream . . .
Notes: Enjoy!
“Sounds like fun,” House muttered sarcastically. He was turned away from his office door so that anyone who was brave enough to actually walk by his glass walls would think that he was merely staring out the window while contemplating some big case that was baffling even him. Not a chance.
Though his head was up, his eyes were facing downwards towards the piece of paper he held in his hands. Black writing, white paper, sturdy envelope that hadn’t been marred by the post office’s many stamps and stickers and what not. It might have been pretty too if not for what it signified for House. An offer too good to refuse. Oh, he would try to though. Try to find some excuse for not being able to come or even coming but not participating. No. He couldn’t do that to him. Could he?
House made a move as if to crumple the offending thing, then thought better of it and sentenced it to the bottom drawer of his desk, never to be seen again. At least that’s what he told himself. Though there was no need to (seeing as how he had already memorized every last detail, word, and letter), he knew he would be back to stare at it some more. Later. After he went and made things right.
A year and a half earlier . . .
“All I’m saying, House, is that there’s nothing wrong with a little companionship every now and then.” Dr. James Wilson had to practically jog to keep up with his friend. For a cripple he sure moves pretty damn fast he thought.
“I thought you were my companion, James.” House put a mock hurt look on his face. “Are we breaking up?” He slowed down as he headed towards the lab where his “ducklings” were. “Cuz’ if we are, I damn well better get the TV.”
“You already got the TV from my second divorce when Julie wanted to buy a new one for our marriage.”
“And we all know how well that turned out.” He paused to think for a moment, then started to enter the glass doors in front of him. “I think that divorce lawyers and television companies are in cahoots with each other. They pray on serial husbands like you who have no shame whatsoever in being married - and divorced -- three times.” Wilson just sighed as he shook his head and walked off down the hall.
“White blood cell count is up,” Chase announced dejectedly as House walked in.
“Which means?” he asked with a smirk.
Chase sighed and replied quietly, “The patient has an infection.”
“Now I wonder who said it was an infection in the first place? Oh! That’s right. It was me.” Sitting down next to Foreman at one of the counters, he went on. “Don’t you just hate being right? Oh, wait - you never are.” Foreman chuckled. House and Chase looked over at him with an inquisitive stare.
He noticed this and answered, “What? He is right, you know. You are hardly ever right.”
“I am too!”
“Name one.”
“That one time . . . back then . . .”
“Apparently even he agrees,” House leaned over and stage whispered to Foreman. Chase grew quiet, though the look on his face suggested that had he known what to say, he would have said it. House turned to look at Cameron, who, standing at the microscope, hadn’t said anything since he walked in. So unlike her. He raised his cane and smacked it down on the counter next to her just hard enough to make a noise but not hard enough to damage any of the tests they had running. She didn’t even flinch.
When Cameron looked up she could see three pairs of eyes staring at her. She laughed to herself and turned to leave. “Where are you going?” House yelled after her.
“I have an appointment with a patient,” she replied smoothly and headed off down the hall. She would leave the men with their thoughts for now. There really was an appointment she had to get to; it just wasn’t her patient.
TBC
Author: choco_csi
Pairing: Wil/Cam
Rating: PG-13/R (mainly for later chapters)
Warnings: none right at the moment
Summary: Wilson consoles Cameron over the death of a patient and the two grow closer, much to House's disliking.
Disclaimer: Does not belong to me. Along with all three CSI shows. Damn. That must have been a dream . . .
Notes: Enjoy!
“Sounds like fun,” House muttered sarcastically. He was turned away from his office door so that anyone who was brave enough to actually walk by his glass walls would think that he was merely staring out the window while contemplating some big case that was baffling even him. Not a chance.
Though his head was up, his eyes were facing downwards towards the piece of paper he held in his hands. Black writing, white paper, sturdy envelope that hadn’t been marred by the post office’s many stamps and stickers and what not. It might have been pretty too if not for what it signified for House. An offer too good to refuse. Oh, he would try to though. Try to find some excuse for not being able to come or even coming but not participating. No. He couldn’t do that to him. Could he?
House made a move as if to crumple the offending thing, then thought better of it and sentenced it to the bottom drawer of his desk, never to be seen again. At least that’s what he told himself. Though there was no need to (seeing as how he had already memorized every last detail, word, and letter), he knew he would be back to stare at it some more. Later. After he went and made things right.
A year and a half earlier . . .
“All I’m saying, House, is that there’s nothing wrong with a little companionship every now and then.” Dr. James Wilson had to practically jog to keep up with his friend. For a cripple he sure moves pretty damn fast he thought.
“I thought you were my companion, James.” House put a mock hurt look on his face. “Are we breaking up?” He slowed down as he headed towards the lab where his “ducklings” were. “Cuz’ if we are, I damn well better get the TV.”
“You already got the TV from my second divorce when Julie wanted to buy a new one for our marriage.”
“And we all know how well that turned out.” He paused to think for a moment, then started to enter the glass doors in front of him. “I think that divorce lawyers and television companies are in cahoots with each other. They pray on serial husbands like you who have no shame whatsoever in being married - and divorced -- three times.” Wilson just sighed as he shook his head and walked off down the hall.
“White blood cell count is up,” Chase announced dejectedly as House walked in.
“Which means?” he asked with a smirk.
Chase sighed and replied quietly, “The patient has an infection.”
“Now I wonder who said it was an infection in the first place? Oh! That’s right. It was me.” Sitting down next to Foreman at one of the counters, he went on. “Don’t you just hate being right? Oh, wait - you never are.” Foreman chuckled. House and Chase looked over at him with an inquisitive stare.
He noticed this and answered, “What? He is right, you know. You are hardly ever right.”
“I am too!”
“Name one.”
“That one time . . . back then . . .”
“Apparently even he agrees,” House leaned over and stage whispered to Foreman. Chase grew quiet, though the look on his face suggested that had he known what to say, he would have said it. House turned to look at Cameron, who, standing at the microscope, hadn’t said anything since he walked in. So unlike her. He raised his cane and smacked it down on the counter next to her just hard enough to make a noise but not hard enough to damage any of the tests they had running. She didn’t even flinch.
When Cameron looked up she could see three pairs of eyes staring at her. She laughed to herself and turned to leave. “Where are you going?” House yelled after her.
“I have an appointment with a patient,” she replied smoothly and headed off down the hall. She would leave the men with their thoughts for now. There really was an appointment she had to get to; it just wasn’t her patient.
TBC