[HOUSE] Make Me Believe 1/4
Make Me Believe
Cameron, House/Cameron, 1054 words, PG-13,
Wasn't this her one chance to leave all of this, including him, behind?
She held the letter loosely between the fingers of her left hand, worrying the crease with the fingers of her right hand. She had read the contents repeatedly but the words had remained the same each time she poured over them.
She had been going through all of House’s mail, the same as any other day, when she noticed one addressed to her. She had quietly tucked it away in the pocket of her lab coat, looking around. She wondered at the feeling of guilt, but she thinks she knows what this letter is and she doesn’t want to risk anyone else reading it. Especially not House.
She knows this letter will turn her life upside down.
It isn’t until she’s home later that evening, that she remembers the letter that she had pulled from her coat and stuffed into her bag. Leaving the glass of wine she had been holding on the table, she pulled her bag from the closet and extracted the letter. With slightly shaking hands, she had opened the letter and withdrew the note from inside. The letter was simple and to the point, it was a request from Boston Medical Center in Massachusetts to interview for a position in their newly created Immunology program. She was, the letter stated, one of the lucky few to serve a fellowship with the noted Doctor Gregory House and they hoped that she would be interested in teaching those skills she had acquired to others. Would she be interested in this opportunity?
That had been three days ago.
Today, in the soft light of her office, she stares at the letter and wonders if this is her one chance to move on. Isn’t this the opportunity she’s been waiting for?
“What’s that?”
She jumps at the sound of House’s voice, and quickly slips the letter into the front pocket of her pants. She knows him, and if she didn’t keep the letter on her at all times, he will find a way to get it from her. It’s taken some time but she’s catching up.
Smiling, she casually gathers her belongings and grabs her coat. “It’s a letter from my mother. She wants me to come visit her. I think I just might. I have some vacation time and we don’t have a case, may I go at the end of the week?”
He watches her suspiciously, “You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not. I really am going to visit my mother and I really would like the time next week.” She starts to move past him, hand sliding casually into her pocket to grip the letter tightly.
He moves to block her, eyes narrowing at her tone. She stares at him and she knows that she’s making the right decision. It was time to go.
“Good night, House. We can do this tomorrow.” She moves around him, still holding onto the letter.
His eyes follow her, still filled with doubt.
&
The following morning, before she leaves for the hospital, she makes a few phone calls. First, she calls Boston Medical and arranges to come in for an interview the following week. The voice on the other line assures her that they are eager to meet her and wishes her pleasant travels.
Her mother is delighted to hear from her. “You don’t call nearly enough, Allison. Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. I just have a few days and I thought it was time to come home.” Her voice is tired, strained and her mother knows not to press her.
“That would be wonderful, darling. We miss you.”
She nods absently and concludes the call. She wants to leave now and she doesn’t really understand the sense of urgency that she’s feeling.
&
House leans back in the chair and, to the annoyance of his companion, starts to toss a grey and red ball up and down in the air. He misses once and the ball lands precariously close to Wilson’s coffee, causing him to snatch the ball away.
“Mine now. Go and annoy Cuddy for awhile. It’s not even ten in the morning; she hasn’t had her fair share of you yet.”
House stares at Wilson, ignoring his last statement. “She’s hiding something. I can see it in her face.”
“Cuddy doesn’t need to tell you everything she does.”
“Not Cuddy, Cameron. She lied to me yesterday and I am not sure why.” He pauses, “Yet.”
Wilson throws his hands into the air, “According to you everybody lies. Why should Cameron be any different? And who cares?”
“She’s lying, she’s hiding something and I want to know what.” He stands and heads toward the door. “I don’t care why, just the what.”
Wilson watches as his friend closes the door behind him and sighs heavily. He knows that this is more than a puzzle to House and if Cameron is up to something, he has a feeling that he’s going to get involved in this somehow.
&
The day has been long and grueling with House nowhere to be found and they end up wasting half of it looking around for him. It seems endless and it was with excitement that she gathers her belongings at the end of it.
“When are you going?”
She purposely misunderstands him, “Now, I’m tired.”
He rolls his eyes at her, “On your vacation.”
“It’s not a vacation.”
“Ah ha! See you were lying yesterday. You said it was a vacation.” House nods at her, triumphant.
She smiles at him as she moves to leave, “I’m going to visit my mother, not exactly something, even you, could classify as a vacation. A vacation would be someplace tropical with a few Mai Tais. That, now that would be a vacation.”
“Would you like to go somewhere tropical?”
Something in his tone makes her turn and look at him, his gaze cool and assessing. This is one of the quiet moments that cause her to second guess everything about him, about them. The simple comments and the silent stares have always been enough in the past to make her change her mind. About everything.
She maintains her smile as she maneuvers toward the entry, “Who wouldn’t? Night.”
He watches her leave, determined to find out exactly what she’s hiding from him.
And now he wants to know why.
&
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Cameron, House/Cameron, 1054 words, PG-13,
Wasn't this her one chance to leave all of this, including him, behind?
She held the letter loosely between the fingers of her left hand, worrying the crease with the fingers of her right hand. She had read the contents repeatedly but the words had remained the same each time she poured over them.
She had been going through all of House’s mail, the same as any other day, when she noticed one addressed to her. She had quietly tucked it away in the pocket of her lab coat, looking around. She wondered at the feeling of guilt, but she thinks she knows what this letter is and she doesn’t want to risk anyone else reading it. Especially not House.
She knows this letter will turn her life upside down.
It isn’t until she’s home later that evening, that she remembers the letter that she had pulled from her coat and stuffed into her bag. Leaving the glass of wine she had been holding on the table, she pulled her bag from the closet and extracted the letter. With slightly shaking hands, she had opened the letter and withdrew the note from inside. The letter was simple and to the point, it was a request from Boston Medical Center in Massachusetts to interview for a position in their newly created Immunology program. She was, the letter stated, one of the lucky few to serve a fellowship with the noted Doctor Gregory House and they hoped that she would be interested in teaching those skills she had acquired to others. Would she be interested in this opportunity?
That had been three days ago.
Today, in the soft light of her office, she stares at the letter and wonders if this is her one chance to move on. Isn’t this the opportunity she’s been waiting for?
“What’s that?”
She jumps at the sound of House’s voice, and quickly slips the letter into the front pocket of her pants. She knows him, and if she didn’t keep the letter on her at all times, he will find a way to get it from her. It’s taken some time but she’s catching up.
Smiling, she casually gathers her belongings and grabs her coat. “It’s a letter from my mother. She wants me to come visit her. I think I just might. I have some vacation time and we don’t have a case, may I go at the end of the week?”
He watches her suspiciously, “You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not. I really am going to visit my mother and I really would like the time next week.” She starts to move past him, hand sliding casually into her pocket to grip the letter tightly.
He moves to block her, eyes narrowing at her tone. She stares at him and she knows that she’s making the right decision. It was time to go.
“Good night, House. We can do this tomorrow.” She moves around him, still holding onto the letter.
His eyes follow her, still filled with doubt.
&
The following morning, before she leaves for the hospital, she makes a few phone calls. First, she calls Boston Medical and arranges to come in for an interview the following week. The voice on the other line assures her that they are eager to meet her and wishes her pleasant travels.
Her mother is delighted to hear from her. “You don’t call nearly enough, Allison. Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. I just have a few days and I thought it was time to come home.” Her voice is tired, strained and her mother knows not to press her.
“That would be wonderful, darling. We miss you.”
She nods absently and concludes the call. She wants to leave now and she doesn’t really understand the sense of urgency that she’s feeling.
&
House leans back in the chair and, to the annoyance of his companion, starts to toss a grey and red ball up and down in the air. He misses once and the ball lands precariously close to Wilson’s coffee, causing him to snatch the ball away.
“Mine now. Go and annoy Cuddy for awhile. It’s not even ten in the morning; she hasn’t had her fair share of you yet.”
House stares at Wilson, ignoring his last statement. “She’s hiding something. I can see it in her face.”
“Cuddy doesn’t need to tell you everything she does.”
“Not Cuddy, Cameron. She lied to me yesterday and I am not sure why.” He pauses, “Yet.”
Wilson throws his hands into the air, “According to you everybody lies. Why should Cameron be any different? And who cares?”
“She’s lying, she’s hiding something and I want to know what.” He stands and heads toward the door. “I don’t care why, just the what.”
Wilson watches as his friend closes the door behind him and sighs heavily. He knows that this is more than a puzzle to House and if Cameron is up to something, he has a feeling that he’s going to get involved in this somehow.
&
The day has been long and grueling with House nowhere to be found and they end up wasting half of it looking around for him. It seems endless and it was with excitement that she gathers her belongings at the end of it.
“When are you going?”
She purposely misunderstands him, “Now, I’m tired.”
He rolls his eyes at her, “On your vacation.”
“It’s not a vacation.”
“Ah ha! See you were lying yesterday. You said it was a vacation.” House nods at her, triumphant.
She smiles at him as she moves to leave, “I’m going to visit my mother, not exactly something, even you, could classify as a vacation. A vacation would be someplace tropical with a few Mai Tais. That, now that would be a vacation.”
“Would you like to go somewhere tropical?”
Something in his tone makes her turn and look at him, his gaze cool and assessing. This is one of the quiet moments that cause her to second guess everything about him, about them. The simple comments and the silent stares have always been enough in the past to make her change her mind. About everything.
She maintains her smile as she maneuvers toward the entry, “Who wouldn’t? Night.”
He watches her leave, determined to find out exactly what she’s hiding from him.
And now he wants to know why.
&
tbc
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