House fanfic: Sparks
Title: Sparks
Author: Miss Courtadoo
Rating: PG
Pairings: House/Cameron, mentions Stacy
Genre: angst and fluff
Summary: House is having dreams again.
Warnings: Set a few months after "Deception"
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sad, I know. Well, I mean, I own my car, and my phone...
SPARKS
Love is just a friendship set on fire.
He used to dream of Stacy.
She used to be the one thing that consumed his mind every night. Her smile, her laugh, the way she used to hold him and kiss him. The way her eyes flashed when she was “pissy” and the way they would sparkle at him when she wasn’t. Every little thing about her used to haunt his dreams, tormenting his ever-busy mind.
The way she said, “I hate you.” The way she said “I love you.” All the words she had said, more like yelled, at him for ruining her life a second time. He was simply trying to prove a point, but no. Instead, he had ruined things with her husband. She had blamed it all on him and left the hospital, resigning as the Attorney. The last he saw of her, she’d practically spat in his face when she said she never wanted to see him again.
Well, good riddance.
House expected that when she left she would take her devise of tortures with her. And technically she did, but she left behind something far worse.
Dreams of Cameron.
It was entirely unexpected, though not wholly unwelcome. He had suspected that when the beautiful young doctor had been so enamored with him, of course there was a little spark of curiosity that had captured his heart as to why she had become so attached to him. But it was ignored and hidden by the current crisis of relationship with Stacy.
But now she was gone. And his brain obviously took advantage of that fact by bringing forward the previously secreted feelings for one Dr. Cameron by way of REM cycle.
After his first dream, he felt quite awkward being around her, and decided to send her away as much as possible. But the more she was gone, the more he craved her presence. All her little quirks about responsibility and doing the right thing. The way her smile lit up the room, her smart little attitude, the way she handled her patients... all these things that he before found annoying, were now terribly endearing. And he had no idea how to handle it.
His dreams were always abnormal and unexpected, but not when Cameron was starring. She would always appear broken-hearted, in tears, a hateful glare in her eyes, repeating Stacy’s words, over and over again. "I hate you, I love you." And after many sleepless nights, filled with nothing but Cameron, he decided that maybe she was right.
Maybe he didn’t care what people said or did, maybe he was a selfish bastard. But he couldn’t stand that thought of Cameron hating him, as she had so claimed. He would work out his differences with Stacy...someday. They would make things right eventually. But he couldn’t live day to day if this young beauty was still broken hearted over him.
“I want to see her blood test and we’ll need a CT scan stat. Cuddy has me on Clinic duty all day, so I don’t want to see any of you till after lunch. Unless anyone’s willing to trade...?”
His three little employees shot out of their seats and made a beeline for the door, Cameron being last in line. He struggled inwardly for a moment, his head and his heart arguing over what to do. But in the end, his tongue won out.
“Doctor Cameron,” he called after her. She turned to look at him with those ever-curious eyes, letting the glass door fall closed.
“Yes?”
He eyed her for a moment before speaking, he wanted her to know he was being serious. “I have a personal, somewhat embarrassing question to ask, and I’d like an honest answer.”
She blinked, without knowing what to expect. “All right.”
He nodded. Anxiety overcame him and he turned to look at nothing on the wall. “You once told me that you hated me, just like everyone else. I was wondering if that was still true.” He said in a rush.
Again she blinked, mouth gaping, not knowing what to say. When he dared to sneak a glance, she was still in a shocked silence.
“And I would like to know within... the next couple seconds.”
She looked up at him daringly. “Do I still hate you? I don’t really know right now, I’d have to think about it.”
He sighed. “Any way I could help you make the decision any faster?”
Her eyes narrowed at his impatience and she smirked. “Yeah, you could kiss me.” she replied sarcastically, turning to leave the room.
But when he gently caught hold of her hand, she turned in surprise. He took a step forward and set his cane on the table. There was no teasing smile on his lips now, he wanted her to know that he really was intent on kissing her. He placed one hand easily on her waist and the other tilted her chin upwards. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip softly before he leaned in to cover her mouth with his own.
It was a slow kiss, gentle and careful. He didn’t want to rush this, he wanted to savor the moment. And he definitely didn’t want her to think that he didn’t like her. Because, as he was slowly convincing himself, he sure as hell did.
She tasted like cinnamon sugar, sweet and spicy, and just like heaven, which made so much harder when it came time to pull away. But the way she was responding to his kiss let him know in ways that words could never say, that she definitely did not hate him. And that was all he needed to know.
When he did pull back, Cameron’s face was flushed and she look down, trying to catch her unsteady breath. House smiled down at the girl before taking a step past her, grabbing his cane off the table in the process.
“That should last you for a couple days, you know where to find me when you want to answer my question.” He then held the door open with his cane. “In the meantime, there is a woman named Natalie who is desperate to find the results of a CT scan, as am I...”
He let his voice trail off, but it didn’t do any good. Cameron was still standing there, gazing out the back windows of his office, still in awe about what had just transpired.
“Cameron!” he said loudly, shaking her from her thoughts. She turned suddenly to see him raise his eyebrows.
“CT?”
“Oh. Yeah. Right.”
House smiled as she rushed from the room, still red in the face and looking at him quizzically over her shoulder from down the hall. He chuckled to himself as he moved back to his desk, plugging in his iPod. Maybe if he turned the music up loud enough, Cuddy wouldn’t be able to find him.
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This is my first "House" fic, so all feedback is appreciated. ♥
Author: Miss Courtadoo
Rating: PG
Pairings: House/Cameron, mentions Stacy
Genre: angst and fluff
Summary: House is having dreams again.
Warnings: Set a few months after "Deception"
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sad, I know. Well, I mean, I own my car, and my phone...
SPARKS
Love is just a friendship set on fire.
He used to dream of Stacy.
She used to be the one thing that consumed his mind every night. Her smile, her laugh, the way she used to hold him and kiss him. The way her eyes flashed when she was “pissy” and the way they would sparkle at him when she wasn’t. Every little thing about her used to haunt his dreams, tormenting his ever-busy mind.
The way she said, “I hate you.” The way she said “I love you.” All the words she had said, more like yelled, at him for ruining her life a second time. He was simply trying to prove a point, but no. Instead, he had ruined things with her husband. She had blamed it all on him and left the hospital, resigning as the Attorney. The last he saw of her, she’d practically spat in his face when she said she never wanted to see him again.
Well, good riddance.
House expected that when she left she would take her devise of tortures with her. And technically she did, but she left behind something far worse.
Dreams of Cameron.
It was entirely unexpected, though not wholly unwelcome. He had suspected that when the beautiful young doctor had been so enamored with him, of course there was a little spark of curiosity that had captured his heart as to why she had become so attached to him. But it was ignored and hidden by the current crisis of relationship with Stacy.
But now she was gone. And his brain obviously took advantage of that fact by bringing forward the previously secreted feelings for one Dr. Cameron by way of REM cycle.
After his first dream, he felt quite awkward being around her, and decided to send her away as much as possible. But the more she was gone, the more he craved her presence. All her little quirks about responsibility and doing the right thing. The way her smile lit up the room, her smart little attitude, the way she handled her patients... all these things that he before found annoying, were now terribly endearing. And he had no idea how to handle it.
His dreams were always abnormal and unexpected, but not when Cameron was starring. She would always appear broken-hearted, in tears, a hateful glare in her eyes, repeating Stacy’s words, over and over again. "I hate you, I love you." And after many sleepless nights, filled with nothing but Cameron, he decided that maybe she was right.
Maybe he didn’t care what people said or did, maybe he was a selfish bastard. But he couldn’t stand that thought of Cameron hating him, as she had so claimed. He would work out his differences with Stacy...someday. They would make things right eventually. But he couldn’t live day to day if this young beauty was still broken hearted over him.
“I want to see her blood test and we’ll need a CT scan stat. Cuddy has me on Clinic duty all day, so I don’t want to see any of you till after lunch. Unless anyone’s willing to trade...?”
His three little employees shot out of their seats and made a beeline for the door, Cameron being last in line. He struggled inwardly for a moment, his head and his heart arguing over what to do. But in the end, his tongue won out.
“Doctor Cameron,” he called after her. She turned to look at him with those ever-curious eyes, letting the glass door fall closed.
“Yes?”
He eyed her for a moment before speaking, he wanted her to know he was being serious. “I have a personal, somewhat embarrassing question to ask, and I’d like an honest answer.”
She blinked, without knowing what to expect. “All right.”
He nodded. Anxiety overcame him and he turned to look at nothing on the wall. “You once told me that you hated me, just like everyone else. I was wondering if that was still true.” He said in a rush.
Again she blinked, mouth gaping, not knowing what to say. When he dared to sneak a glance, she was still in a shocked silence.
“And I would like to know within... the next couple seconds.”
She looked up at him daringly. “Do I still hate you? I don’t really know right now, I’d have to think about it.”
He sighed. “Any way I could help you make the decision any faster?”
Her eyes narrowed at his impatience and she smirked. “Yeah, you could kiss me.” she replied sarcastically, turning to leave the room.
But when he gently caught hold of her hand, she turned in surprise. He took a step forward and set his cane on the table. There was no teasing smile on his lips now, he wanted her to know that he really was intent on kissing her. He placed one hand easily on her waist and the other tilted her chin upwards. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip softly before he leaned in to cover her mouth with his own.
It was a slow kiss, gentle and careful. He didn’t want to rush this, he wanted to savor the moment. And he definitely didn’t want her to think that he didn’t like her. Because, as he was slowly convincing himself, he sure as hell did.
She tasted like cinnamon sugar, sweet and spicy, and just like heaven, which made so much harder when it came time to pull away. But the way she was responding to his kiss let him know in ways that words could never say, that she definitely did not hate him. And that was all he needed to know.
When he did pull back, Cameron’s face was flushed and she look down, trying to catch her unsteady breath. House smiled down at the girl before taking a step past her, grabbing his cane off the table in the process.
“That should last you for a couple days, you know where to find me when you want to answer my question.” He then held the door open with his cane. “In the meantime, there is a woman named Natalie who is desperate to find the results of a CT scan, as am I...”
He let his voice trail off, but it didn’t do any good. Cameron was still standing there, gazing out the back windows of his office, still in awe about what had just transpired.
“Cameron!” he said loudly, shaking her from her thoughts. She turned suddenly to see him raise his eyebrows.
“CT?”
“Oh. Yeah. Right.”
House smiled as she rushed from the room, still red in the face and looking at him quizzically over her shoulder from down the hall. He chuckled to himself as he moved back to his desk, plugging in his iPod. Maybe if he turned the music up loud enough, Cuddy wouldn’t be able to find him.
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This is my first "House" fic, so all feedback is appreciated. ♥