Whatever It Takes - Chapter 12/?
Author: jlneveloff
Title: Whatever It Takes
Chapter:12/?
Word Count: 2715
Rating: R (this chapter PG-13)
Categories: Romance, Drama, Angst
Spoilers: Season Two: Daddy’s Boy
Summary: “Do you like monster trucks?” That was how it all started. A ’what if’ story that looks into how things might have been if there was a relationship between House and Cameron during the course of the show. More detailed summary inside chapter one…
Chapter Summary: ‘Discussions’ work better when both sides are willing to give…
Disclaimer: Don’t own… David Shore FOX, and NBC Universal and any other company involved do.
Author’s Notes Major thanks to the awesome naika7 for beta-ing this and my sister slwmtiondaylite for making sure things made sense… :^D
I’m sorry this chapter took so long to update. I was experiencing a major case of writer’s block surrounding certain elements of this chapter….
…Previous Chapters Here…
A/N: I just realized that I made a mistake in the last chapter. I referred to the patient as Darnell…when it’s actually Carnell. Oops… And I realized that I completely screwed up the order of events in my Daddy’s Boy timeline…I’ll try to work with the rest as best as I can. :^) I probably should have watched the episode sooner rather than later, but oh well.
Chapter 12: Daddy’s Boy Pt 3
Limping into the living room with his cane in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other, House settled on his couch, ready for his evening to begin. He placed the popcorn on his lap and reached for the remote control, rapidly scrolling through the programming. The L Word was on in five. He found the channel and set his DVR to record it; Cameron would be upset if she missed it. Over the months, he had persuaded, or more accurately, forced Cameron to watch his favorite television shows. She had protested at first, insisting that those types of shows were not her cup-of-tea, but House gleefully noticed that she became more and more intrigued by them. Though, she never let him forget that those types of shows were generally geared towards women in the first place, so it was not unusual for her to become hooked. Him, on the other hand…well, that was a different story.
Fifteen minutes into the show, House heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. He didn’t bother getting up as it was either Wilson or Cameron, most likely the latter, judging by the time on the clock. The door opened and the sound of keys hitting the table and a duffel bag landing on the floor told him that his assumption was correct. House kept his gaze on the television as Cameron made her way to the couch.
She landed on the cushions with a thud and a sigh of relief. “Next time, you’re going to New York.”
House had sent Cameron to find all the friends of their patient, Carnell, who went with him to Jamaica to make sure that none of them were sick. Cameron had spent the day getting in touch with all of them. All except a young man who had the misfortune of being named Taddy. She had tried to reason with him by telling him that his friend’s life was in danger and that they needed to see him to make sure he was not exhibiting similar symptoms.
However, it was all for naught because Taddy refused to leave the confines of his office, citing that he had just been hired and the company was busy working on a merger. As a result, Cameron had to drive into Manhattan to see if there was anything wrong with him and to question him about Carnell. She quickly discovered that Taddy had a fungus growing on his groin. Whether or not it was related to Carnell’s illness remained to be seen, but she took some scrapings to be tested and then made her way home. And with the traffic being as it is in New York, it took her longer than she wanted. She was just glad the day was finally over.
House shook his head in response to Cameron’s statement. “Nope. That’s why I get paid the big bucks. To make my lackeys do it for me,” he said smugly. Cameron gave him a sigh of disgust and he glanced over at her. “So, what did you find out?”
Cameron held her hand up as a signal for him to stop talking. “No. I’m off the clock. I am not talking about work right now. You can wait until tomorrow and find out with the rest of the boys.”
House grunted his disapproval but said nothing further about it. She was right. They didn’t need to mix work with home. He turned his attention back to the television and Cameron did the same. She leaned over and reached into his bowl for a handful of popcorn. “Hey, get your own,” House said but made no move to stop her.
Cameron settled closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder as she turned her attention back to the TV. Before they got together six months ago, Cameron never would have pegged House to be one for close physical contact, but he had proved her wrong. At first, she was hesitant to initiate contact because she didn’t want to come across as clingy, but she was surprised when he instigated the contact most of the time. She supposed it was a hidden desire for intimacy after his years of self-imposed isolation.
They sat in silence as they watched the final twenty minutes of their show. When the screen faded to the end credits, Cameron spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence. “The guy’s boss thought I was a hooker. Asked me to leave him my card.”
It wasn’t what she wanted to say, but she figured she would ease into a conversation about his parents. Anytime anyone brought up the subject of his parents coming to town over the last couple of days, he had become annoyed. She wasn’t entirely sure what his problem was because he never answered her questions, but she didn’t want to upset him if she could help it.
House gave a short laugh and turned to her. “Seriously?” He asked, his curiosity kicking in.
Cameron gave a short nod. “Oh, yeah. He came in and found us in what he thought was a rather…precarious position. I tried telling him that I was a doctor, but he clearly didn’t get it. It was somewhat amusing.”
“The guy must be an idiot,” House said, flipping through the channels. “You’re way prettier than any hookers I’ve seen.”
Cameron gave him a small smile, accepting his small compliment without comment. She sat up and leaned forward to pick up a magazine off the coffee table while House continued channel surfing. She thumbed through the magazine without actually reading it while watching House out of the corner of her eye. When she felt that he was comfortable, she decided to carefully broach the subject of parents.
“So, tomorrow’s Thursday,” she said. She kept gaze on the magazine, wanting to appear as nonchalant as she could.
House groaned loudly. “God, don’t remind me.”
“Have you told your parents that dinner is okay?” She asked, ignoring him. She glanced at him and saw him run his hand over his face in frustration.
House ignored her question, instead focusing on a way to get out of it. “I wonder if I could convince Cuddy to give me clinic duty tomorrow night. She’s always bugging me to spend more time down there.”
“The clinic is closed at night,” Cameron replied matter-of-factly, turning the page of her magazine.
“But there’s always something that needs to be done,” he said, pleased with his idea. “I could do the paperwork.”
“You don’t even do your own paperwork,” she said, growing slightly annoyed with his avoidance of the situation at hand. It had been mildly amusing at first, but now it was beginning to bother her. “You could just do what everyone else does and lie to them. Tell her you have a meeting you can’t get out of.”
House shook his head. “I can’t lie to my mom. She’s a human polygraph.”
“Why are you so gung ho about not seeing them anyway?” Cameron asked, wanting to know more. “What is it about them that makes you so…?” She paused briefly, trying to find the right word. “Uptight?”
House huffed. “I am not uptight,” he protested. He turned the television off and tossed the remote down on the coffee table, feeling satisfied when it landed with a loud clunk. “Enough about my parents. Let’s talk about yours,” He said, turning the tables on her.
Cameron remained silent but gave him a warning glare. “See,” he continued, ignoring her look. “Didn’t think so.”
“You know the story there. I’ve already told you everything,” Cameron said quietly, her eyes downcast.
House took a deep breath before pulling himself to his feet. He grabbed his now empty bowl and headed towards the kitchen, leaving Cameron behind. He tossed the bowl in the sink not bothering to wash it and opened his refrigerator to grab a beer. He popped it open and turned around to see Cameron standing across the room, hands on her hips.
“Do you not want me to meet them?” She asked, eyebrows raised. “I don’t have to if it makes you that uncomfortable.”
House sighed, wishing that she would just drop the subject. “No, it’s not that,” he said, shaking his head. He took a swig of his beer. “Actually,” he spoke again after a split second of thinking. “Yeah, that’d be perfect.”
Cameron looked slightly taken aback for a moment. She quickly pulled herself back together and crossed her arms over her chest in her classic defensive move. She took a deep breath while House watched her carefully. Eventually she nodded in defeat. “Okay,” she said, trying not to sound upset. “I’ll just clear the area when they stop by.”
House shrugged. “Whatever.”
Cameron took that as her cue to leave and began to exit the kitchen. She halted at the entrance and contemplated her next words. She turned around to face him once more. He had turned towards the window and was taking another swig of his beer, clearly trying to wrap his mind around his current situation. “Did, uh,” she faltered slightly. “Did Stacy ever meet your parents?”
“What the hell?” House spoke up, aggravation entering his voice. “What the hell does she have to do with anything?”
“Well, because lately I’ve had to pester you just to find anything out. I’m sorry for wanting to know more about you, but ever since Stacy’s been here you’ve been…different.” Cameron felt a small inkling of anger enter her voice. “You’ve become more closed off - not that you were ever open in the first place.”
“You’re imagining things,” House replied. “I could care less about Stacy. And I don’t see the need to tell you everything about me.”
Cameron scoffed. “I’m sorry, I thought that was part of a healthy relationship. Talking to each other; about past and family.”
“I don’t do talks. Not now, not ever. I would’ve thought that you learned that by now, but perhaps I overestimated your learning curve.” It was spoken harshly with the intent to sting.
“Fine. Forget I mentioned it,” Cameron replied brusquely, anger mixed with hurt entering her voice. She knew she wasn’t going to get anything else out of him, at least not tonight. She’d have to find another source of information or let him cool his head. Taking a series of deep breaths to calm herself, Cameron announced, “I’m going to bed.”
House stared after her as she quickly turned and headed towards the bedroom. He heard his bedroom door shut loudly behind her. Truth be told, he was surprised that she didn’t leave his apartment and head back to her own. He knew he wasn’t being fair to her and that what she said was true, but he just wasn’t ready to have these kinds of conversations. Not with her or anyone else.
Angry with Cameron, but more angry with himself and his inability to give her what she needed, House took his beer and headed back to the couch. He absently scanned through the channels on the television in a fruitless attempt at ridding his mind of his thoughts. He settled on a channel that was airing a science-fiction movie that was as bad as it was stupid. His mind blanked out as he watched the actors stumble through a badly written plot and awkward dialogue. The last thing he remembered hearing was the pathetic pleas of the main heroine before his eyes drifted close and he succumbed to sleep.
Cameron woke with a start. Momentarily disoriented, she slowly came to the realization that she was in House’s bed and she was alone. While that was not entirely unusual, she had a feeling that she had been alone the entire night. And that was unusual. Normally, whenever House came to bed after her, she woke slightly due to his noisy bedtime preparations and the movements of the bed. She didn’t recall waking at all last night. And for some reason, that worried her.
Stretching slightly, Cameron raised her eyes to the alarm next to the bed and saw that it was six in the morning, about the time she usually woke. She pulled herself to a sitting position and saw that the bedroom door was still closed; another sign that she had slept alone. House usually kept it open when he came to bed.
Cameron sighed as she thought back to their argument from last night. She knew she probably should not have pushed him regarding his parents, and she definitely should not have mentioned Stacy, but she couldn’t help herself. She knew she wasn’t seeing things when she told him that he had become more distant as of late. Whether it had to deal with his parents or Stacy, she didn’t know. But she wanted to know. She needed to know.
Perhaps she went about it the wrong way. If House wasn’t going to tell her anything, then there had to be someone who would be willing to. Maybe it was time to have a conversation with Wilson. Despite dating House for six months, she and Wilson rarely had any one-on-one time, unless it dealt with a case. Cameron knew that House trusted him more than anybody else and that Wilson had known him a long time. He knew things that she didn’t. And he was approachable, something House wasn’t.
Her mind made up, Cameron climbed out of bed and gathered her clothes and her duffel bag and made her way to the shower. Thirty minutes later, she felt refreshed and determined as she left the bathroom and headed down the long hallway. In the living room, she cast a glance towards the television that was quietly airing an infomercial advertising the latest useless gadget that you just had to have. House was sprawled out on the couch, snoring lightly. She briefly considered leaving him there despite knowing that he would wake up in pain if he stayed in that position much longer, but her unwavering compassion won out and she moved towards him.
Cameron took the remote from his limp grasp to turn the television off. Kneeling down next to him, she reached out and stroked the side of his face. “Greg?” she whispered. “Wake up.”
House shifted slightly and she tried again to wake him, this time speaking louder. “Wake up.” Slowly, his eyes opened as he struggled to focus on her. “Get in the bed,” she told him.
House nodded in response, not really hearing her in his half-awake state. His eyes slipped closed once more and Cameron sighed. She tried once more to wake him up, but received the same response. It was apparently too early for his brain to focus on her or anything else. Shaking her head slightly, Cameron gave up on her pointless efforts. Couldn’t say she didn’t try.
Cameron gathered her belongings and quietly left the apartment, locking the door behind her. She wanted to get to the hospital early enough to have a chat with Wilson without any interruptions of the misanthropic kind.
AN: Well, I originally had House’s parents coming onto the scene in this chapter, but it just kept getting longer and longer and my case of writer’s block was not going away. So, they will appear in the next chapter. :^D For real this time ;^) The whole Daddy’s Boy arc was supposed to take place over one or two chapters according to my outline, but…it got stretched to 4 chapters (including the next one). I’ll try to get the last part of it finished ASAP.
Also…I hinted at a backstory regarding Cam’s family…I have a theory, but I just don’t wanna reveal too much in case something happens in the show… But, if there’s not a definitive Cam!Backstory by the end of season 5... I’m gonna make things up :^)
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Title: Whatever It Takes
Chapter:12/?
Word Count: 2715
Rating: R (this chapter PG-13)
Categories: Romance, Drama, Angst
Spoilers: Season Two: Daddy’s Boy
Summary: “Do you like monster trucks?” That was how it all started. A ’what if’ story that looks into how things might have been if there was a relationship between House and Cameron during the course of the show. More detailed summary inside chapter one…
Chapter Summary: ‘Discussions’ work better when both sides are willing to give…
Disclaimer: Don’t own… David Shore FOX, and NBC Universal and any other company involved do.
Author’s Notes Major thanks to the awesome naika7 for beta-ing this and my sister slwmtiondaylite for making sure things made sense… :^D
I’m sorry this chapter took so long to update. I was experiencing a major case of writer’s block surrounding certain elements of this chapter….
…Previous Chapters Here…
A/N: I just realized that I made a mistake in the last chapter. I referred to the patient as Darnell…when it’s actually Carnell. Oops… And I realized that I completely screwed up the order of events in my Daddy’s Boy timeline…I’ll try to work with the rest as best as I can. :^) I probably should have watched the episode sooner rather than later, but oh well.
Chapter 12: Daddy’s Boy Pt 3
Limping into the living room with his cane in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other, House settled on his couch, ready for his evening to begin. He placed the popcorn on his lap and reached for the remote control, rapidly scrolling through the programming. The L Word was on in five. He found the channel and set his DVR to record it; Cameron would be upset if she missed it. Over the months, he had persuaded, or more accurately, forced Cameron to watch his favorite television shows. She had protested at first, insisting that those types of shows were not her cup-of-tea, but House gleefully noticed that she became more and more intrigued by them. Though, she never let him forget that those types of shows were generally geared towards women in the first place, so it was not unusual for her to become hooked. Him, on the other hand…well, that was a different story.
Fifteen minutes into the show, House heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. He didn’t bother getting up as it was either Wilson or Cameron, most likely the latter, judging by the time on the clock. The door opened and the sound of keys hitting the table and a duffel bag landing on the floor told him that his assumption was correct. House kept his gaze on the television as Cameron made her way to the couch.
She landed on the cushions with a thud and a sigh of relief. “Next time, you’re going to New York.”
House had sent Cameron to find all the friends of their patient, Carnell, who went with him to Jamaica to make sure that none of them were sick. Cameron had spent the day getting in touch with all of them. All except a young man who had the misfortune of being named Taddy. She had tried to reason with him by telling him that his friend’s life was in danger and that they needed to see him to make sure he was not exhibiting similar symptoms.
However, it was all for naught because Taddy refused to leave the confines of his office, citing that he had just been hired and the company was busy working on a merger. As a result, Cameron had to drive into Manhattan to see if there was anything wrong with him and to question him about Carnell. She quickly discovered that Taddy had a fungus growing on his groin. Whether or not it was related to Carnell’s illness remained to be seen, but she took some scrapings to be tested and then made her way home. And with the traffic being as it is in New York, it took her longer than she wanted. She was just glad the day was finally over.
House shook his head in response to Cameron’s statement. “Nope. That’s why I get paid the big bucks. To make my lackeys do it for me,” he said smugly. Cameron gave him a sigh of disgust and he glanced over at her. “So, what did you find out?”
Cameron held her hand up as a signal for him to stop talking. “No. I’m off the clock. I am not talking about work right now. You can wait until tomorrow and find out with the rest of the boys.”
House grunted his disapproval but said nothing further about it. She was right. They didn’t need to mix work with home. He turned his attention back to the television and Cameron did the same. She leaned over and reached into his bowl for a handful of popcorn. “Hey, get your own,” House said but made no move to stop her.
Cameron settled closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder as she turned her attention back to the TV. Before they got together six months ago, Cameron never would have pegged House to be one for close physical contact, but he had proved her wrong. At first, she was hesitant to initiate contact because she didn’t want to come across as clingy, but she was surprised when he instigated the contact most of the time. She supposed it was a hidden desire for intimacy after his years of self-imposed isolation.
They sat in silence as they watched the final twenty minutes of their show. When the screen faded to the end credits, Cameron spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence. “The guy’s boss thought I was a hooker. Asked me to leave him my card.”
It wasn’t what she wanted to say, but she figured she would ease into a conversation about his parents. Anytime anyone brought up the subject of his parents coming to town over the last couple of days, he had become annoyed. She wasn’t entirely sure what his problem was because he never answered her questions, but she didn’t want to upset him if she could help it.
House gave a short laugh and turned to her. “Seriously?” He asked, his curiosity kicking in.
Cameron gave a short nod. “Oh, yeah. He came in and found us in what he thought was a rather…precarious position. I tried telling him that I was a doctor, but he clearly didn’t get it. It was somewhat amusing.”
“The guy must be an idiot,” House said, flipping through the channels. “You’re way prettier than any hookers I’ve seen.”
Cameron gave him a small smile, accepting his small compliment without comment. She sat up and leaned forward to pick up a magazine off the coffee table while House continued channel surfing. She thumbed through the magazine without actually reading it while watching House out of the corner of her eye. When she felt that he was comfortable, she decided to carefully broach the subject of parents.
“So, tomorrow’s Thursday,” she said. She kept gaze on the magazine, wanting to appear as nonchalant as she could.
House groaned loudly. “God, don’t remind me.”
“Have you told your parents that dinner is okay?” She asked, ignoring him. She glanced at him and saw him run his hand over his face in frustration.
House ignored her question, instead focusing on a way to get out of it. “I wonder if I could convince Cuddy to give me clinic duty tomorrow night. She’s always bugging me to spend more time down there.”
“The clinic is closed at night,” Cameron replied matter-of-factly, turning the page of her magazine.
“But there’s always something that needs to be done,” he said, pleased with his idea. “I could do the paperwork.”
“You don’t even do your own paperwork,” she said, growing slightly annoyed with his avoidance of the situation at hand. It had been mildly amusing at first, but now it was beginning to bother her. “You could just do what everyone else does and lie to them. Tell her you have a meeting you can’t get out of.”
House shook his head. “I can’t lie to my mom. She’s a human polygraph.”
“Why are you so gung ho about not seeing them anyway?” Cameron asked, wanting to know more. “What is it about them that makes you so…?” She paused briefly, trying to find the right word. “Uptight?”
House huffed. “I am not uptight,” he protested. He turned the television off and tossed the remote down on the coffee table, feeling satisfied when it landed with a loud clunk. “Enough about my parents. Let’s talk about yours,” He said, turning the tables on her.
Cameron remained silent but gave him a warning glare. “See,” he continued, ignoring her look. “Didn’t think so.”
“You know the story there. I’ve already told you everything,” Cameron said quietly, her eyes downcast.
House took a deep breath before pulling himself to his feet. He grabbed his now empty bowl and headed towards the kitchen, leaving Cameron behind. He tossed the bowl in the sink not bothering to wash it and opened his refrigerator to grab a beer. He popped it open and turned around to see Cameron standing across the room, hands on her hips.
“Do you not want me to meet them?” She asked, eyebrows raised. “I don’t have to if it makes you that uncomfortable.”
House sighed, wishing that she would just drop the subject. “No, it’s not that,” he said, shaking his head. He took a swig of his beer. “Actually,” he spoke again after a split second of thinking. “Yeah, that’d be perfect.”
Cameron looked slightly taken aback for a moment. She quickly pulled herself back together and crossed her arms over her chest in her classic defensive move. She took a deep breath while House watched her carefully. Eventually she nodded in defeat. “Okay,” she said, trying not to sound upset. “I’ll just clear the area when they stop by.”
House shrugged. “Whatever.”
Cameron took that as her cue to leave and began to exit the kitchen. She halted at the entrance and contemplated her next words. She turned around to face him once more. He had turned towards the window and was taking another swig of his beer, clearly trying to wrap his mind around his current situation. “Did, uh,” she faltered slightly. “Did Stacy ever meet your parents?”
“What the hell?” House spoke up, aggravation entering his voice. “What the hell does she have to do with anything?”
“Well, because lately I’ve had to pester you just to find anything out. I’m sorry for wanting to know more about you, but ever since Stacy’s been here you’ve been…different.” Cameron felt a small inkling of anger enter her voice. “You’ve become more closed off - not that you were ever open in the first place.”
“You’re imagining things,” House replied. “I could care less about Stacy. And I don’t see the need to tell you everything about me.”
Cameron scoffed. “I’m sorry, I thought that was part of a healthy relationship. Talking to each other; about past and family.”
“I don’t do talks. Not now, not ever. I would’ve thought that you learned that by now, but perhaps I overestimated your learning curve.” It was spoken harshly with the intent to sting.
“Fine. Forget I mentioned it,” Cameron replied brusquely, anger mixed with hurt entering her voice. She knew she wasn’t going to get anything else out of him, at least not tonight. She’d have to find another source of information or let him cool his head. Taking a series of deep breaths to calm herself, Cameron announced, “I’m going to bed.”
House stared after her as she quickly turned and headed towards the bedroom. He heard his bedroom door shut loudly behind her. Truth be told, he was surprised that she didn’t leave his apartment and head back to her own. He knew he wasn’t being fair to her and that what she said was true, but he just wasn’t ready to have these kinds of conversations. Not with her or anyone else.
Angry with Cameron, but more angry with himself and his inability to give her what she needed, House took his beer and headed back to the couch. He absently scanned through the channels on the television in a fruitless attempt at ridding his mind of his thoughts. He settled on a channel that was airing a science-fiction movie that was as bad as it was stupid. His mind blanked out as he watched the actors stumble through a badly written plot and awkward dialogue. The last thing he remembered hearing was the pathetic pleas of the main heroine before his eyes drifted close and he succumbed to sleep.
Cameron woke with a start. Momentarily disoriented, she slowly came to the realization that she was in House’s bed and she was alone. While that was not entirely unusual, she had a feeling that she had been alone the entire night. And that was unusual. Normally, whenever House came to bed after her, she woke slightly due to his noisy bedtime preparations and the movements of the bed. She didn’t recall waking at all last night. And for some reason, that worried her.
Stretching slightly, Cameron raised her eyes to the alarm next to the bed and saw that it was six in the morning, about the time she usually woke. She pulled herself to a sitting position and saw that the bedroom door was still closed; another sign that she had slept alone. House usually kept it open when he came to bed.
Cameron sighed as she thought back to their argument from last night. She knew she probably should not have pushed him regarding his parents, and she definitely should not have mentioned Stacy, but she couldn’t help herself. She knew she wasn’t seeing things when she told him that he had become more distant as of late. Whether it had to deal with his parents or Stacy, she didn’t know. But she wanted to know. She needed to know.
Perhaps she went about it the wrong way. If House wasn’t going to tell her anything, then there had to be someone who would be willing to. Maybe it was time to have a conversation with Wilson. Despite dating House for six months, she and Wilson rarely had any one-on-one time, unless it dealt with a case. Cameron knew that House trusted him more than anybody else and that Wilson had known him a long time. He knew things that she didn’t. And he was approachable, something House wasn’t.
Her mind made up, Cameron climbed out of bed and gathered her clothes and her duffel bag and made her way to the shower. Thirty minutes later, she felt refreshed and determined as she left the bathroom and headed down the long hallway. In the living room, she cast a glance towards the television that was quietly airing an infomercial advertising the latest useless gadget that you just had to have. House was sprawled out on the couch, snoring lightly. She briefly considered leaving him there despite knowing that he would wake up in pain if he stayed in that position much longer, but her unwavering compassion won out and she moved towards him.
Cameron took the remote from his limp grasp to turn the television off. Kneeling down next to him, she reached out and stroked the side of his face. “Greg?” she whispered. “Wake up.”
House shifted slightly and she tried again to wake him, this time speaking louder. “Wake up.” Slowly, his eyes opened as he struggled to focus on her. “Get in the bed,” she told him.
House nodded in response, not really hearing her in his half-awake state. His eyes slipped closed once more and Cameron sighed. She tried once more to wake him up, but received the same response. It was apparently too early for his brain to focus on her or anything else. Shaking her head slightly, Cameron gave up on her pointless efforts. Couldn’t say she didn’t try.
Cameron gathered her belongings and quietly left the apartment, locking the door behind her. She wanted to get to the hospital early enough to have a chat with Wilson without any interruptions of the misanthropic kind.
AN: Well, I originally had House’s parents coming onto the scene in this chapter, but it just kept getting longer and longer and my case of writer’s block was not going away. So, they will appear in the next chapter. :^D For real this time ;^) The whole Daddy’s Boy arc was supposed to take place over one or two chapters according to my outline, but…it got stretched to 4 chapters (including the next one). I’ll try to get the last part of it finished ASAP.
Also…I hinted at a backstory regarding Cam’s family…I have a theory, but I just don’t wanna reveal too much in case something happens in the show… But, if there’s not a definitive Cam!Backstory by the end of season 5... I’m gonna make things up :^)
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