[HOUSE] Make Me Believe 3/4
Make Me Believe
Cameron, House/Cameron, 1329 words, PG-13,
Wasn't this her one chance to leave all of this, including him, behind?
Part 1 | Part 2 |
“It’s been three months,” Chase speaks up from the conference table, eyeing the stack of papers gathering on what had once been Cameron’s desk. “When are you going to hire someone new?”
“Why? The work too much for you?” Came the response from around the corner, where House was determined to do nothing. He has spent the entire morning watching television, alternating between his soaps and watching the people pass by his office.
Chase stands up and walks over to the doorway separating the two rooms. He makes his way over to a chair and sits down. “It’s not just about the work. We could use another person on the team. Or maybe you miss Cameron and think she might come back.” The last bit he speaks under his breath.
“If I wanted your advice, I wouldn’t ask for it. I find it touching that you are willing to have this conversation with me man to man, makes me all warm inside.” House sneers at Chase.
“Fine. I can’t understand why you haven’t hired someone else to help out.” Chase shrugs as he stands up. “I’m just getting tired of you moping about.”
House points at the door, “Go and find something to do. Maybe you can try and earn that indecent salary of yours.”
Chase just shakes his head as he moves toward the door, “Have you even called her?”
“Out.”
&
Wilson sighs as he watches House toss his ball up and down; he knows that he will not get any work done while House is determined to distract him.
“Hire someone else and be done with it. Three months and all you’ve done is complain about how she went behind your back.”
House frowns, “She was scheming the whole time. I knew she just wouldn’t visit her parents on a whim. Too plausible and she’s just not that smart.”
Wilson is exasperated, “What was she going to do? Tell her boss that she was interested in another opportunity and kindly ask your permission for time of so she could check it out? C’mon, that’s not realistic. She did what anyone else would do, what you would do.”
“I expected more from her.”
“Excuse me? I didn’t hear that?” Wilson teases House. “Did you actually have expectations of your staff? Huh, that explains why your staff is so completely loyal to you.”
“Is today offer Greg House advice day?”
“Not advice, what you’re experiencing from me is shock that you might actually care about something. You’ve been moping around the hospital for three months when, I should remind you that it’s partly your fault that she left. Who knows what might’ve happen if you hadn’t been nosy and gotten involved in her interview. You gave her no choice.”
“I’m not moping and I could care less about Cameron. I’m more concerned that Chase might get it into his head to follow her and then Foreman will get stuck with all the work.” House taps his cane impatiently against the floor.
Wilson stares at House, “Right. And the reason you haven’t hired anyone else is?”
“I enjoy watching Chase scurry about.”
“In all seriousness, House, you should try…”
House stands abruptly, interrupting Wilson. “I’m not interested in trying anything except for maybe the new couch in Cuddy’s office.”
House leaves without a backwards glance.
&
She pushes a lock of stray hair out of her face, and stares at the paperwork strewn across her desk. She sighs heavily and glances up at the clock, quarter to eight. Another day gone before there’s even had a moment to catch her breath. Cameron walks over to where she had placed her coat and bag, ignoring her desk. Smiling to herself, she wonders if the deli down the street was still open. That and a glass of wine would be perfect.
Turning down a corridor, she runs into her boss, Rachel. The older lady smiles as she comes to a stop in front of Cameron. “I hear that the Charles case went smoothly, no issues.”
Cameron smiles, “Surprisingly smooth. I kept waiting for something to go wrong, a test to disappear.”
“Was that common place at your old job?” Puzzlement is etched all over her face.
“Let’s just say it was never dull.” A smile twists in the corner of Cameron’s mouth, as she looks back at her boss. “Good night, Doctor Stone.”
Cameron braces her self for the cold as she steps outside the hospital, into the windy night. As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she hears her name called. Turning, she stares at House.
“What are you doing here?” She’s not sure if she’s surprised. The sense of déjà vu overwhelms.
“Freezing my ass off, thank you for asking.” House pulls his cap lower to protect his face from the wind. “Can we go somewhere warmer?”
She nods her head and indicates to him that he should follow her. “I live about four blocks away. I usually walk to work every day. I want to make a stop real quick, and grab food. Care to join?”
House groans as he limps carefully beside her, “I knew I should’ve waited outside your apartment like a stalker. At least I would already be there.”
She looks over at him, “Still complaining, I see.”
“Not complaining, merely making an observation.”
“Sounds like complaining. How did you get here?” She looks up at him curiously.
“I made Wilson drive me.”
“Wilson’s here? Where is he? You should’ve asked him to join us. No doubt, he’s cursing your friendship.” Cameron tugs gently at House’s sleeve. “Is he waiting for you?”
House smirks at her earnest, “He’s at the hotel, enjoying the company of the bartender.”
“You are a terrible friend.”
“Ah, I thought you didn’t care.”
“I don’t.” Cameron shrugs, as she stops in front of the deli.
House turns his gaze squarely on her face, “Stop lying.”
She ignores his statement, instead pointing at the deli. “Dinner, you can buy.
&
They eat quietly in front of the television; House insists they watch a soap like drama. Content, Cameron takes another sip of wine from her glass and looks over at House who is feigning sleep.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know.” It is the first honest thing he has said in a long time. Cameron gives him credit for that. She pushes at him a little bit more, not really sure what’s going to happen.
“You couldn’t possibly miss me?”
He ignores her statement, “Do you like it here?”
“I think I do. My family’s here and it’s nice living near them.” She leans closer, lowering her voice, “I’ll tell you a secret though, it’s a little bit boring.”
House laughs at her tone, “I think you miss me, miss the excitement.”
Cameron leans back again, “I think about it sometimes but I know that I can’t go back. I can’t work for you.”
“I’m not offering you your job back. You chose to leave.”
She gets up and moves into the kitchen, “I didn’t think you were offering me my job back. I’m just not exactly sure what you’re doing at all.”
She’s disappointed and isn’t sure what she should do. Once again he has her on the defense, leaving her confused and a little bit rattled. “Why are you here?”
“Cuddy has a job offer for you.”
For the first time all night, she’s angry. “You had Wilson drive five hours to tell me Cuddy has an offer? Now who’s lying?”
Before he can say anything, she moves toward the door. “You can let yourself out. Please tell Wilson I say hi.”
House grabs his cane and walks over to the door. He reaches for his coat and cap, “I’m not lying, Cuddy does have a job offer for you.”
“That’s not why you came all this way. Good night, House.”
She leans against the closed door and wonders why she keeps falling for his games.
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Cameron, House/Cameron, 1329 words, PG-13,
Wasn't this her one chance to leave all of this, including him, behind?
Part 1 | Part 2 |
“It’s been three months,” Chase speaks up from the conference table, eyeing the stack of papers gathering on what had once been Cameron’s desk. “When are you going to hire someone new?”
“Why? The work too much for you?” Came the response from around the corner, where House was determined to do nothing. He has spent the entire morning watching television, alternating between his soaps and watching the people pass by his office.
Chase stands up and walks over to the doorway separating the two rooms. He makes his way over to a chair and sits down. “It’s not just about the work. We could use another person on the team. Or maybe you miss Cameron and think she might come back.” The last bit he speaks under his breath.
“If I wanted your advice, I wouldn’t ask for it. I find it touching that you are willing to have this conversation with me man to man, makes me all warm inside.” House sneers at Chase.
“Fine. I can’t understand why you haven’t hired someone else to help out.” Chase shrugs as he stands up. “I’m just getting tired of you moping about.”
House points at the door, “Go and find something to do. Maybe you can try and earn that indecent salary of yours.”
Chase just shakes his head as he moves toward the door, “Have you even called her?”
“Out.”
&
Wilson sighs as he watches House toss his ball up and down; he knows that he will not get any work done while House is determined to distract him.
“Hire someone else and be done with it. Three months and all you’ve done is complain about how she went behind your back.”
House frowns, “She was scheming the whole time. I knew she just wouldn’t visit her parents on a whim. Too plausible and she’s just not that smart.”
Wilson is exasperated, “What was she going to do? Tell her boss that she was interested in another opportunity and kindly ask your permission for time of so she could check it out? C’mon, that’s not realistic. She did what anyone else would do, what you would do.”
“I expected more from her.”
“Excuse me? I didn’t hear that?” Wilson teases House. “Did you actually have expectations of your staff? Huh, that explains why your staff is so completely loyal to you.”
“Is today offer Greg House advice day?”
“Not advice, what you’re experiencing from me is shock that you might actually care about something. You’ve been moping around the hospital for three months when, I should remind you that it’s partly your fault that she left. Who knows what might’ve happen if you hadn’t been nosy and gotten involved in her interview. You gave her no choice.”
“I’m not moping and I could care less about Cameron. I’m more concerned that Chase might get it into his head to follow her and then Foreman will get stuck with all the work.” House taps his cane impatiently against the floor.
Wilson stares at House, “Right. And the reason you haven’t hired anyone else is?”
“I enjoy watching Chase scurry about.”
“In all seriousness, House, you should try…”
House stands abruptly, interrupting Wilson. “I’m not interested in trying anything except for maybe the new couch in Cuddy’s office.”
House leaves without a backwards glance.
&
She pushes a lock of stray hair out of her face, and stares at the paperwork strewn across her desk. She sighs heavily and glances up at the clock, quarter to eight. Another day gone before there’s even had a moment to catch her breath. Cameron walks over to where she had placed her coat and bag, ignoring her desk. Smiling to herself, she wonders if the deli down the street was still open. That and a glass of wine would be perfect.
Turning down a corridor, she runs into her boss, Rachel. The older lady smiles as she comes to a stop in front of Cameron. “I hear that the Charles case went smoothly, no issues.”
Cameron smiles, “Surprisingly smooth. I kept waiting for something to go wrong, a test to disappear.”
“Was that common place at your old job?” Puzzlement is etched all over her face.
“Let’s just say it was never dull.” A smile twists in the corner of Cameron’s mouth, as she looks back at her boss. “Good night, Doctor Stone.”
Cameron braces her self for the cold as she steps outside the hospital, into the windy night. As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she hears her name called. Turning, she stares at House.
“What are you doing here?” She’s not sure if she’s surprised. The sense of déjà vu overwhelms.
“Freezing my ass off, thank you for asking.” House pulls his cap lower to protect his face from the wind. “Can we go somewhere warmer?”
She nods her head and indicates to him that he should follow her. “I live about four blocks away. I usually walk to work every day. I want to make a stop real quick, and grab food. Care to join?”
House groans as he limps carefully beside her, “I knew I should’ve waited outside your apartment like a stalker. At least I would already be there.”
She looks over at him, “Still complaining, I see.”
“Not complaining, merely making an observation.”
“Sounds like complaining. How did you get here?” She looks up at him curiously.
“I made Wilson drive me.”
“Wilson’s here? Where is he? You should’ve asked him to join us. No doubt, he’s cursing your friendship.” Cameron tugs gently at House’s sleeve. “Is he waiting for you?”
House smirks at her earnest, “He’s at the hotel, enjoying the company of the bartender.”
“You are a terrible friend.”
“Ah, I thought you didn’t care.”
“I don’t.” Cameron shrugs, as she stops in front of the deli.
House turns his gaze squarely on her face, “Stop lying.”
She ignores his statement, instead pointing at the deli. “Dinner, you can buy.
&
They eat quietly in front of the television; House insists they watch a soap like drama. Content, Cameron takes another sip of wine from her glass and looks over at House who is feigning sleep.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know.” It is the first honest thing he has said in a long time. Cameron gives him credit for that. She pushes at him a little bit more, not really sure what’s going to happen.
“You couldn’t possibly miss me?”
He ignores her statement, “Do you like it here?”
“I think I do. My family’s here and it’s nice living near them.” She leans closer, lowering her voice, “I’ll tell you a secret though, it’s a little bit boring.”
House laughs at her tone, “I think you miss me, miss the excitement.”
Cameron leans back again, “I think about it sometimes but I know that I can’t go back. I can’t work for you.”
“I’m not offering you your job back. You chose to leave.”
She gets up and moves into the kitchen, “I didn’t think you were offering me my job back. I’m just not exactly sure what you’re doing at all.”
She’s disappointed and isn’t sure what she should do. Once again he has her on the defense, leaving her confused and a little bit rattled. “Why are you here?”
“Cuddy has a job offer for you.”
For the first time all night, she’s angry. “You had Wilson drive five hours to tell me Cuddy has an offer? Now who’s lying?”
Before he can say anything, she moves toward the door. “You can let yourself out. Please tell Wilson I say hi.”
House grabs his cane and walks over to the door. He reaches for his coat and cap, “I’m not lying, Cuddy does have a job offer for you.”
“That’s not why you came all this way. Good night, House.”
She leans against the closed door and wonders why she keeps falling for his games.
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