this might be the end
Title: this might be the end
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own
Wilson stormed into House’s office,
“You are a real son of a bitch you know that?” He didn’t give House time to respond and continued, “A hooker House? What the hell were you thinking? I-”
“What hooker,” House asked, brows together in confusion.
Wilson chuckled in disbelief, “Don’t even. Paula called when Cameron came home from her conference that night.”
“Hold on-”
“You had sex with Paula while Cameron was away because you two were fighting! You couldn’t deal so you decided to fuck a whore!”
“I did not have sex with Paula.”
“Did you call her?”
“Yes-”
Wilson held up his hand to stop House from giving whatever bull shit line he had ready,
“Save it. I don’t need to hear your lame excuse for fucking up your life.”
With that, Wilson turned and left his office. If he stayed in there for a moment longer, who knows what would happen. House might possibly get a punch in the face if another lie was told. It made him sick to think that he could do that to Cameron. Wilson always thought that she was the right one for him, but no. House had to hide the letter and screw Paula while she was away. If Cameron needed help settling this divorce, by all means he was ready to do whatever it took to end it because she deserved much better than that.
As Wilson walked down the hall, he heard House calling for him, but didn’t stop. He needed time away.
“Wilson! Just give me a minute!” He slowed his pace and finally turned to face him,
“I didn’t sleep with Paula,” House stated plainly.
“Then why did you call her?”
“Stop interrupting me and I’ll explain.”
Before House got another word in, Cuddy came up to them and handed Wilson a file, informing him that a patient was coming in to see him the next morning.
Perfect timing, right? Cuddy could sense the tension between the two friends but chose to ignore it and left. Wilson turned his attention back to House.
“I was coming home from work. My bike died. I didn’t have money for a cab. A bus would be pointless. I called Foreman, he didn’t answer. I called Chase, he was running tests. I called your cell, office, and apartment number but you didn’t pick up. I even called Brenda-”
“Nurse Brenda?”
“Yeah. Cuddy was busy on her stupid blind date and my neighbors didn’t pick up. Probably sleeping ‘cause they’re so damn old,” pause, “I went through my phone and the last person I ended up calling was Paula.”
“So your bike doesn’t work and you decide to get a ride from one of your hookers,” Wilson asked confused and unconvinced.
“Did you even listen to what I said . . . Paula never came because she was working that night. I had to walk all the way back to my place. Do you have any idea how long that took,” he whined. There was a long pause and House said, “I wouldn’t do that to Allison,” another pause, “What did Paula say to her?”
Wilson sighed, but House attitude was evident enough that it was the truth and answered,
“Cameron hung up after she heard that you called the night before,” Scanning the halls for Cameron he continued, “She found the letter Stacy sent to you.” House looked up. Wilson wasn’t sure if he was angry, confused, hurt…he couldn’t tell.
“She never told me,” House said with a shrug.
“She was waiting for you to say something. Why didn’t you tell her about it?”
“Didn’t think I needed to.”
“Didn’t think you needed to? House she’s your wife. You should definitely tell her if an ex is trying to get you back whether it meant anything or not.”
“She’d start feeling insecure and second guess everything we did together.”
“So what?” Shaking his head, he started walking away calling out, “You screwed this up House.”
Limping onto his balcony, House pulled out his cell phone and called Cameron asking her to meet him in his office before leaving that day.
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It was late and House sat in the corner chair of his office, reading a medical journal when Cameron walked in.
“Hi,” he said with a slight smile that took a bit of effort to give.
“What did you need,” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Your lawyer didn’t come by today.”
“She won’t be able to ‘til next week.” He nodded and pretended to read his journal, “Do you want to go tomorrow,” he asked nonchalantly while his focus still rested on the journal.
Lifting her eyebrow, “You're really going to meet me there,” she asked unconvinced.
“Yeah. Might as well get this over with.”
“Might as well.”
Sensing a bit of awkwardness, she looked around his office, thinking while House sat in his chair, feet up, and juggling air between his cheeks.
They avoided each other’s gaze, unsure of what to say. Cameron was waiting for him to come up with a time since she was always the one pushing everything, and House was fighting with himself, debating on bringing up the news that he recently heard.
He made a choice.
“Wilson told me.” Cameron watched as he grabbed his cane and moved towards her, still keeping his distance.
“So much for secrets between friends,” she said.
“I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you.” Massaging the side of her head she pleaded,
“Please. Greg. I don’t want to talk about this.”
“I need to talk about it because I’m not letting this end over a...misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding? You practically pushed me away and-”
“I did NOT push you away. I was giving you space. Every time I joked, you’d throw it back in my face and then we’d fight.” Taking a step towards her, she moved back.
“Allison-”
“Why didn’t you tell me,” she spoke softly. Sighing, he looked out the hall and back at her.
“Because the way Stacy felt didn’t mean anything. I wouldn’t have married you if I was still hung up on her and you should know that,” shrugging, “I though you knew that.”
“Fine.”
“Fine? That’s all you’re going to say?”
“What else is there to say?”
He was getting angry, sarcastically stating,
“How ‘bout, ‘Gee Greg I’m sorry. Maybe it would be wrong for us to get divorced.’”
“It’s not.” The gentleness, the calm tone of her voice worried him. Just hearing her say that was enough for a sore lump in his throat to present himself, the pace of his heart to quicken in fear and she said,
“I told you I can’t be with someone I don’t trust.”
“I wasn’t hiding it from you.”
“Did Wilson also bring up the phone call,” she asked then tightening her lips in...hurt? Uncertainty?
Nodding, “I figured he would have told you about that.”
Shaking her head,
“Greg. It’s over. Just meet the lawyer and I tomorrow morning at nine,” and walked out.
After she left, House went to Wilson's office, forcing him to call Cameron about their conversation earlier. Obviously, she wasn’t going to listen to what House had to say anymore so his best bet was Wilson and hopefully he would be able to explain it without having her hang up.
Going back to his office, House waited and his cell phone rang a half hour later. Cameron wasn’t convinced by Wilson's story, thinking there were parts of the story that were confusing, and House quickly went on his way to her place to explain everything.
If it didn’t work, then he was going to have to except the fact that Cameron was going to be his ex-wife.
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own
Wilson stormed into House’s office,
“You are a real son of a bitch you know that?” He didn’t give House time to respond and continued, “A hooker House? What the hell were you thinking? I-”
“What hooker,” House asked, brows together in confusion.
Wilson chuckled in disbelief, “Don’t even. Paula called when Cameron came home from her conference that night.”
“Hold on-”
“You had sex with Paula while Cameron was away because you two were fighting! You couldn’t deal so you decided to fuck a whore!”
“I did not have sex with Paula.”
“Did you call her?”
“Yes-”
Wilson held up his hand to stop House from giving whatever bull shit line he had ready,
“Save it. I don’t need to hear your lame excuse for fucking up your life.”
With that, Wilson turned and left his office. If he stayed in there for a moment longer, who knows what would happen. House might possibly get a punch in the face if another lie was told. It made him sick to think that he could do that to Cameron. Wilson always thought that she was the right one for him, but no. House had to hide the letter and screw Paula while she was away. If Cameron needed help settling this divorce, by all means he was ready to do whatever it took to end it because she deserved much better than that.
As Wilson walked down the hall, he heard House calling for him, but didn’t stop. He needed time away.
“Wilson! Just give me a minute!” He slowed his pace and finally turned to face him,
“I didn’t sleep with Paula,” House stated plainly.
“Then why did you call her?”
“Stop interrupting me and I’ll explain.”
Before House got another word in, Cuddy came up to them and handed Wilson a file, informing him that a patient was coming in to see him the next morning.
Perfect timing, right? Cuddy could sense the tension between the two friends but chose to ignore it and left. Wilson turned his attention back to House.
“I was coming home from work. My bike died. I didn’t have money for a cab. A bus would be pointless. I called Foreman, he didn’t answer. I called Chase, he was running tests. I called your cell, office, and apartment number but you didn’t pick up. I even called Brenda-”
“Nurse Brenda?”
“Yeah. Cuddy was busy on her stupid blind date and my neighbors didn’t pick up. Probably sleeping ‘cause they’re so damn old,” pause, “I went through my phone and the last person I ended up calling was Paula.”
“So your bike doesn’t work and you decide to get a ride from one of your hookers,” Wilson asked confused and unconvinced.
“Did you even listen to what I said . . . Paula never came because she was working that night. I had to walk all the way back to my place. Do you have any idea how long that took,” he whined. There was a long pause and House said, “I wouldn’t do that to Allison,” another pause, “What did Paula say to her?”
Wilson sighed, but House attitude was evident enough that it was the truth and answered,
“Cameron hung up after she heard that you called the night before,” Scanning the halls for Cameron he continued, “She found the letter Stacy sent to you.” House looked up. Wilson wasn’t sure if he was angry, confused, hurt…he couldn’t tell.
“She never told me,” House said with a shrug.
“She was waiting for you to say something. Why didn’t you tell her about it?”
“Didn’t think I needed to.”
“Didn’t think you needed to? House she’s your wife. You should definitely tell her if an ex is trying to get you back whether it meant anything or not.”
“She’d start feeling insecure and second guess everything we did together.”
“So what?” Shaking his head, he started walking away calling out, “You screwed this up House.”
Limping onto his balcony, House pulled out his cell phone and called Cameron asking her to meet him in his office before leaving that day.
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It was late and House sat in the corner chair of his office, reading a medical journal when Cameron walked in.
“Hi,” he said with a slight smile that took a bit of effort to give.
“What did you need,” she asked, crossing her arms.
“Your lawyer didn’t come by today.”
“She won’t be able to ‘til next week.” He nodded and pretended to read his journal, “Do you want to go tomorrow,” he asked nonchalantly while his focus still rested on the journal.
Lifting her eyebrow, “You're really going to meet me there,” she asked unconvinced.
“Yeah. Might as well get this over with.”
“Might as well.”
Sensing a bit of awkwardness, she looked around his office, thinking while House sat in his chair, feet up, and juggling air between his cheeks.
They avoided each other’s gaze, unsure of what to say. Cameron was waiting for him to come up with a time since she was always the one pushing everything, and House was fighting with himself, debating on bringing up the news that he recently heard.
He made a choice.
“Wilson told me.” Cameron watched as he grabbed his cane and moved towards her, still keeping his distance.
“So much for secrets between friends,” she said.
“I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you.” Massaging the side of her head she pleaded,
“Please. Greg. I don’t want to talk about this.”
“I need to talk about it because I’m not letting this end over a...misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding? You practically pushed me away and-”
“I did NOT push you away. I was giving you space. Every time I joked, you’d throw it back in my face and then we’d fight.” Taking a step towards her, she moved back.
“Allison-”
“Why didn’t you tell me,” she spoke softly. Sighing, he looked out the hall and back at her.
“Because the way Stacy felt didn’t mean anything. I wouldn’t have married you if I was still hung up on her and you should know that,” shrugging, “I though you knew that.”
“Fine.”
“Fine? That’s all you’re going to say?”
“What else is there to say?”
He was getting angry, sarcastically stating,
“How ‘bout, ‘Gee Greg I’m sorry. Maybe it would be wrong for us to get divorced.’”
“It’s not.” The gentleness, the calm tone of her voice worried him. Just hearing her say that was enough for a sore lump in his throat to present himself, the pace of his heart to quicken in fear and she said,
“I told you I can’t be with someone I don’t trust.”
“I wasn’t hiding it from you.”
“Did Wilson also bring up the phone call,” she asked then tightening her lips in...hurt? Uncertainty?
Nodding, “I figured he would have told you about that.”
Shaking her head,
“Greg. It’s over. Just meet the lawyer and I tomorrow morning at nine,” and walked out.
After she left, House went to Wilson's office, forcing him to call Cameron about their conversation earlier. Obviously, she wasn’t going to listen to what House had to say anymore so his best bet was Wilson and hopefully he would be able to explain it without having her hang up.
Going back to his office, House waited and his cell phone rang a half hour later. Cameron wasn’t convinced by Wilson's story, thinking there were parts of the story that were confusing, and House quickly went on his way to her place to explain everything.
If it didn’t work, then he was going to have to except the fact that Cameron was going to be his ex-wife.