Fic: His Mosaic
“Here puss, puss, puss.”
The team continued searching for Debbie the Ghost Whisperer in the hospital courtyard. Thirteen and Foreman looked around reluctantly while Taub and Kutner did most of the hunting. House wondered off around the corner and saw the missing cat purring at Cameron’s feet. The blonde kneeled and stroked the kitty’s back whispering sweet nothings in its ear, while it rubbed against her calves.
House watched them from a few feet away not wanting to disturb the peaceful scene. Cameron’s voice was very soft and it sounded like she was the one actually purring. He rarely saw her smile so sincerely.
“Look at you, you are so pretty. Are you lost, kitty? You are lost, my poor baby.”
House couldn’t help but smile at the marvel of domesticated Cameron and he noticed that the cat had finally stopped wiggling its tail.
“Oh no, Dr. Cameron you are going to die!” Kutner yelled from behind House.
“Idiot,” House growled rolling his eyes, angry at the interruption.
Cameron stood up lifting the cat, which hid its face in the crook of her neck as if begging not to let go.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s got this huge cat phobia that I am trying to cure by exposing him to cats. Now, be a good boy and take the puss from the kind doctor.”
Terrified, Kutner stepped closer and the cat hissed at him, clawing into Cameron’s skin.
“Alright, alright. I’ll just keep her for a while,” Cameron said.
“We’ll be in your office,” Kutner almost ran looking sheepishly back at Cameron.
They were right outside the ER entrance and Cameron wore a plastic cover up ready to deal with gory amounts of blood.
“What are you doing out here?” House asked.
“I am waiting for a trauma patient. Paramedics called with an ETA of three minutes, multiple GSWs to the chest. That was five minutes ago. I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“All this ER jargon is really sexy,” House said sitting down on a bench.
“Shut up,” Cameron smiled and joined him, petting Debbie while she rested. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cat person.”
“Why not? They are independent, grouchy, rarely need attention- perfect for my bachelor lifestyle.”
“Exactly, so perfect that you’d love having it around and you can’t afford getting used to something or someone like that, can you?”
House looked at his cane.
“Fine, point taken. So, do you believe a cat can predict someone’s death?”
“Wait, is this the cat from the news? Oh, you sweet baby, you are so smart aren’t you?”
“That’s flattering Cameron, but you aren’t helping.”
They both smiled as Cameron looked up from the kitty. House felt her warmth very acutely, Cameron’s softness in this moment tingled his senses. It worried him.
“Of course I don’t believe it, there must be some other explanation. Otherwise, this means I am dying in a couple of minutes.”
Debbie did look extra relaxed with Cameron, her eyes were closed, paws tucked underneath the chin, tail comfortably wrapped around the little body. After being carried around all day in a duffle bag, the kitty was finally exhausted.
“I think she genuinely likes you,” House said.
At this time, loud sirens could be heard in the courtyard and an ambulance pulled in.
“Here,” Cameron gently transferred Debbie onto House’s lap and ran to help the patient.
House observed her quick and confident moves, her dynamic and bold responses. She was a hard-ass again and he was proud of his girl. He realized that there was still so much he didn’t know about Cameron. She was like a mosaic; her shine depended on the angle that the light fell at. So many kinds of beauty in her, so many kinds of strength.
Debbie remained asleep and he decided not to move for a couple more minutes.
“Just you and me again, little puss.”