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I just remembered a dream I had last night where I was Cameron on House, and I discovered there was an evil clone of me lurking around the hospital acting hysterical and ridiculous, and I had to STOP her before she declared her/my love to House in a completely infantile way that would lose me his respect forever!!
But then I saw the two of them together, and her grabbing him and trying to kiss him, and him looking disgusted and shaking her off and running out of the hospital. My clone ran after him, and he was so intent on shaking her that he ran out into the street and was hit by a car.
I shot out there (my clone ran away, apparently frightened) and got to him and tried to see if there was anything I could do, and was screaming for help, and he was clearly in shock, and Cuddy got there and said "there's nothing we can do" and right then he died.
So I was sobbing in horror and disbelief over his body, and then I heard him say from behind me, "Oh, for Christ's sake, did a little kittycat get its tail runned over? Why aren't you working?" and I looked up and he was standing there, absolutely fine.
He saw the dead body and his eyebrows shot up. He said, "What's the matter? You thought that was me? No cane, Einstein."
Then he started to explain to me that the evil clones were part of this whole covert ops thing where the hospital was working for some super secret spy organization and we might be infiltrated at any moment. And the whole time we were both very conscious that he'd just seen me crying and keening with grief over his supposed death. It was odd.
But then I saw the two of them together, and her grabbing him and trying to kiss him, and him looking disgusted and shaking her off and running out of the hospital. My clone ran after him, and he was so intent on shaking her that he ran out into the street and was hit by a car.
I shot out there (my clone ran away, apparently frightened) and got to him and tried to see if there was anything I could do, and was screaming for help, and he was clearly in shock, and Cuddy got there and said "there's nothing we can do" and right then he died.
So I was sobbing in horror and disbelief over his body, and then I heard him say from behind me, "Oh, for Christ's sake, did a little kittycat get its tail runned over? Why aren't you working?" and I looked up and he was standing there, absolutely fine.
He saw the dead body and his eyebrows shot up. He said, "What's the matter? You thought that was me? No cane, Einstein."
Then he started to explain to me that the evil clones were part of this whole covert ops thing where the hospital was working for some super secret spy organization and we might be infiltrated at any moment. And the whole time we were both very conscious that he'd just seen me crying and keening with grief over his supposed death. It was odd.