[HOUSE] Make Me Believe 4/4
Make Me Believe
Cameron, House/Cameron, 969 words, PG-13,
Wasn't this her one chance to leave all of this, including him, behind?
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
He hadn’t realized that he’d gotten use to the scent until the day it disappeared.
Ask him to identify the components of the scent, he would have no idea. He thought that maybe there was a flower in there (gardenias) or maybe something rich, textured with a lingering sweetness. The scent had always been there and in a strange way, he was comforted by it.
It was a Thursday when he noticed it gone and a vague sense of disquiet had settled over him. He had spent the morning avoiding both Chase and Wilson, them with the prying questions, and when he returned to his office it was gone. Funny, that. As long as he could imagine that scent, he could pretend that she was still around. Lurking around the corner and pretending to argue with him, baiting him in some fashion. Without any trace of her perfume, he had to admit that she’s really gone
It struck him that perhaps it wasn’t the scent that he missed but the person it had belonged to. But he dismissed this thought before it had been fully formed, discounting that notion.
He would not admit that he missed her, not to anyone least of all himself.
Chase was right, in that he had not been interested in hiring anyone else. He had waited a few months after his return from Boston before admitting to Cuddy that he did need to hire someone and reluctantly started interviewing. He had settled on a quiet, pediatrician from New York, letting Foreman boss the newbie around. He wondered how long the pediatrician would last, Wilson just begged him to give the guy a chance.
He had made the trip out to Boston, which was a complete disaster, in the hopes that he could explain away the nagging sense of unfinished business. If there was one thing that completely frustrated him, it was in the missing pieces. What prompted her to leave? Why Boston? Why now? Why lie?
He hated that she had lied to him. It was no less than what he expected but deep inside he thought that maybe they were a little different, that she would not have it in her. But she had still lied about leaving.
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He stares at the door and hesitates before raising his hand to knock. He thinks he hears her on the other side and starts to knock again, his action belayed by the soft click of the lock releasing and the door opens slightly.
“I thought we said good night, House. Did you forget something?”
He knew he has, in typical fashion, ruined his attempt to try and understand why she has left. He knows he has made a mess of this evening but still can’t seem to find the words he wants to say to her. He’s not sure he’ll ever understand why he can’t let her go, but a small part of him doesn’t care. And suddenly the puzzle has doesn’t matter to him anymore.
He steps closer and reaches up to place his hand behind her neck. He drags her to him, ignoring her small gasp of surprise. His lips touch hers, softly at first, then with more pressure until his mouth fully covers hers in a possessive and demanding kiss. She tastes like a mixture of her wine and his scotch, and strawberries. The thought passes through his passion induced haze, “Cameron tastes of strawberries”
His tongue tangles with hers for a moment, and a wicked thrill shoots through him when she responds with equal passion. She seems to want to touch and taste just as much as he does. It takes everything he has to pull back and break the kiss. He traces a finger down her face and she smiles softly at him.
“Good night, House. Have a safe trip home.”
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“Why do you always insist on sitting in the dark? I hate the dark.”
Cameron stands in the doorway to his office, arms crossed and she’s waiting for him.
“Have a rough day?” House looks at her, sarcasm his natural weapon.
“Actually, not so bad today. I deal” She crosses the room and sits in the chair across from him. She watches as he reaches into his drawer for the bottle of scotch he always keeps for emergencies. He indicates the bottle with a question and she declines his offer.
“My mother called today, wants to make sure I’m settled back in.” Cameron rolls her eyes, “I’ve been here for three months and she calls now. Some things don’t change.”
“You don’t miss being back home?”
She shrugs, “I’m not that far and this feels like home to me.”
“Why did you call Cuddy? You thought I was lying about the offer. What changed?” House takes a sip from his drink, suddenly the puzzle matters again.
She leans closer to him, “Maybe you gave me a reason to believe you. Have you eaten yet?” She refuses to fall into the same trap she had in the past.
House nods his head, “I’m not hungry.”
“Well, I’m starving. You can come and watch me eat.” She doesn’t give him a chance to reject her. She stands and grabs his coat, tossing it to him.
He reaches for his cane, “I’m not that easy. I’m a very difficult man-“
She crosses the room to stand in front of him, “Truthfully, you are just plain tiresome but I think that’s why I like you.”
In the end, it’s about them being them. He will never be able to understand the complexity that surrounds Allison Cameron and she will never be able to completely change him. He laughs and for the first time, understands that it doesn’t have to be as complicated as he’s determined to make them.
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Cameron, House/Cameron, 969 words, PG-13,
Wasn't this her one chance to leave all of this, including him, behind?
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
He hadn’t realized that he’d gotten use to the scent until the day it disappeared.
Ask him to identify the components of the scent, he would have no idea. He thought that maybe there was a flower in there (gardenias) or maybe something rich, textured with a lingering sweetness. The scent had always been there and in a strange way, he was comforted by it.
It was a Thursday when he noticed it gone and a vague sense of disquiet had settled over him. He had spent the morning avoiding both Chase and Wilson, them with the prying questions, and when he returned to his office it was gone. Funny, that. As long as he could imagine that scent, he could pretend that she was still around. Lurking around the corner and pretending to argue with him, baiting him in some fashion. Without any trace of her perfume, he had to admit that she’s really gone
It struck him that perhaps it wasn’t the scent that he missed but the person it had belonged to. But he dismissed this thought before it had been fully formed, discounting that notion.
He would not admit that he missed her, not to anyone least of all himself.
Chase was right, in that he had not been interested in hiring anyone else. He had waited a few months after his return from Boston before admitting to Cuddy that he did need to hire someone and reluctantly started interviewing. He had settled on a quiet, pediatrician from New York, letting Foreman boss the newbie around. He wondered how long the pediatrician would last, Wilson just begged him to give the guy a chance.
He had made the trip out to Boston, which was a complete disaster, in the hopes that he could explain away the nagging sense of unfinished business. If there was one thing that completely frustrated him, it was in the missing pieces. What prompted her to leave? Why Boston? Why now? Why lie?
He hated that she had lied to him. It was no less than what he expected but deep inside he thought that maybe they were a little different, that she would not have it in her. But she had still lied about leaving.
&
He stares at the door and hesitates before raising his hand to knock. He thinks he hears her on the other side and starts to knock again, his action belayed by the soft click of the lock releasing and the door opens slightly.
“I thought we said good night, House. Did you forget something?”
He knew he has, in typical fashion, ruined his attempt to try and understand why she has left. He knows he has made a mess of this evening but still can’t seem to find the words he wants to say to her. He’s not sure he’ll ever understand why he can’t let her go, but a small part of him doesn’t care. And suddenly the puzzle has doesn’t matter to him anymore.
He steps closer and reaches up to place his hand behind her neck. He drags her to him, ignoring her small gasp of surprise. His lips touch hers, softly at first, then with more pressure until his mouth fully covers hers in a possessive and demanding kiss. She tastes like a mixture of her wine and his scotch, and strawberries. The thought passes through his passion induced haze, “Cameron tastes of strawberries”
His tongue tangles with hers for a moment, and a wicked thrill shoots through him when she responds with equal passion. She seems to want to touch and taste just as much as he does. It takes everything he has to pull back and break the kiss. He traces a finger down her face and she smiles softly at him.
“Good night, House. Have a safe trip home.”
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“Why do you always insist on sitting in the dark? I hate the dark.”
Cameron stands in the doorway to his office, arms crossed and she’s waiting for him.
“Have a rough day?” House looks at her, sarcasm his natural weapon.
“Actually, not so bad today. I deal” She crosses the room and sits in the chair across from him. She watches as he reaches into his drawer for the bottle of scotch he always keeps for emergencies. He indicates the bottle with a question and she declines his offer.
“My mother called today, wants to make sure I’m settled back in.” Cameron rolls her eyes, “I’ve been here for three months and she calls now. Some things don’t change.”
“You don’t miss being back home?”
She shrugs, “I’m not that far and this feels like home to me.”
“Why did you call Cuddy? You thought I was lying about the offer. What changed?” House takes a sip from his drink, suddenly the puzzle matters again.
She leans closer to him, “Maybe you gave me a reason to believe you. Have you eaten yet?” She refuses to fall into the same trap she had in the past.
House nods his head, “I’m not hungry.”
“Well, I’m starving. You can come and watch me eat.” She doesn’t give him a chance to reject her. She stands and grabs his coat, tossing it to him.
He reaches for his cane, “I’m not that easy. I’m a very difficult man-“
She crosses the room to stand in front of him, “Truthfully, you are just plain tiresome but I think that’s why I like you.”
In the end, it’s about them being them. He will never be able to understand the complexity that surrounds Allison Cameron and she will never be able to completely change him. He laughs and for the first time, understands that it doesn’t have to be as complicated as he’s determined to make them.
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