FIC- Lies for Love Part Nineteen
Title: Lies for love
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron, Thirteen/Cuddy
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Pretty much zilch. This is set at the beginning of Season 5 when House has his new team but contains nothing about them specific to episodes.
Disclaimer: I own... nada.
Summary: Thirteen can't remain faithful and risks losing everything that matters to her.
( Part One.) ( Part Two) ( Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen) (Part Fifteen) (Part Sixteen) (Part Seventeen) (Part Eighteen)
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19.
Despite the break that she’d had from work the past few days; Thirteen was unbelievably ecstatic when the end of her shift arrived. It had been yet another terrible day that had felt more like the length of a year than just nine or so hours. She didn’t have anything to look forward to going home, that was true, but at least she would be able to sit down and try to think of ways to sort out her life, her relationship. There were many options available to her, but it was a case of thinking carefully and making the right choice. At the same time she had to bear in mind the fact that it wasn’t entirely up to her; what Cuddy wanted was the crucial part she had to wait and find out.
Except her journey home was apparently not going to run smoothly.
“Hey!” Thirteen heard a shout from behind her. A male voice that she couldn’t quite place. She stopped.
Shit. It was Chase, and he looked extremely furious, which was understandable considering the situation. Not even checking with a glance to make sure there wasn’t anyone around, Thirteen opened her mouth to speak first. “Chase...”
She was cut off with an angry, “Don’t. Don’t bother with your pathetic excuses!”
“I wasn’t going to make an excuse; I was going to apologise,” Thirteen told him. “I’m sorry.”
Chase laughed, though the situation was anything but humorous. “Sorry that you did it or sorry that you got caught?”
“Chase, it’s over. We ended things before you found out,” Thirteen informed him, under the impression this information would placate him.
Instead, she managed to do the opposite. Chase was further enraged. “You think I give a damn?!” He moved closer to Thirteen, towering over her. “Who ended it?”
“I... what?” Thirteen was thrown by the question.
“I said,” Chase was still talking loudly and standing tall, intimidating her. “Who ended it?”
“What does that matter?” Thirteen said shakily.
“It matters because I want to know if my girlfriend finished things!” He yelled.
“I...” For a brief moment Thirteen was tempted to lie. But then what if he questioned Cameron and she told the truth? “I ended it,” she said firmly.
Chase clenched his fist, shut his eyes. He was obviously devastated by the news. “She wanted to carry on?”
“No,” Thirteen shook her head. There was only so much she was going to admit to him. “We parted on good terms and... I know she’s in bits over the idea of losing you.”
Chase opened his eyes, looked directly at Thirteen. “How do you know that?”
“If she didn’t care then she wouldn’t feel bad about you finding out. Now I don’t know what she’s said but I’m guessing that she’s cried and begged for you to forgive her?” Thirteen took a wild guess at how she thought Cameron would react to the situation.
The moment Chase lowered his head, Thirteen knew she was correct.
“She cares about you... she just made a mistake,” Thirteen said, softer.
“More than once,” Chase spat bitterly.
“Don’t let this ruin your relationship,” Thirteen told him. “Don’t let it ruin all the good times you’ve had together.”
Thirteen was well aware that her words struck a chord when considering her own relationship. She’d been given another chance, something that Cuddy was good enough to give her despite being perfectly entitled to tell her exactly where to go. And once again, she’d fucked it up. She should have welcomed Cuddy into her arms and promised her that she would never hurt her again. It was definitely a promise that she wouldn’t struggle to keep. Considering the hurt she’d caused for the sake of an affair based on nothing but sex; it just wasn’t worth it. So the next time, if indeed there was a next time that Cuddy wanted to take her back; she wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.
“Do me a favour,” Chase said, a warning tone to his voice. “Stay away from my girlfriend.”
Thirteen nodded. “Yeah. I will.”
“Good,” Chase said curtly, as he strode past her without looking back.
Thirteen let out a sigh of relief. She hoped for Cameron’s sake that Chase chose to forgive her. She might not be in love with Cameron but as she’d already admitted, she did care about her. Part of her wished that instead of taking Cameron back to her apartment and fucking her that first night, she’d merely hugged her goodbye and made plans to meet up again. If she hadn’t been so brainless, if she hadn’t let herself feel stupidly neglected by Cuddy who couldn’t help needing to work, then she might have ended up having Cameron as a best friend rather than a lover. After everything that happened there was no chance of that; something that made her extremely sad. She’d lost her love, and she’d lost the best friend that she’d never had.
She struggled to stop herself from crying. Frustrated, she wiped away the tears that had began to seep from her eyes, and tried to compose herself. Crying yet again wasn’t going to solve anything; she had to be strong. She had no right to whinge and moan, she was the one who had caused all the pain, all the hurt. She’d already had Cuddy and Cameron in tears over her, and she herself completely breaking down was certainly not going to be of benefit to this mess. It would be ok, somehow things would work themselves out. And if Cuddy didn’t want her back then she would have to shut up, accept it, and do her best to move on.
Except she’d just noticed Cuddy standing in her view, watching. Her stance made it clear that she’d just heard the confrontation between Thirteen and Chase. She was stood still, eyes wide, a painful expression on her face. House stood beside her, to Thirteen’s shock with a hand placed on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. There was something almost like sympathy in his eyes; probably for Cuddy, but maybe a little for Thirteen too. It wasn’t in his nature, Thirteen knew that, but there was no doubt in her mind that on occasion, House could actually act like a halfway decent human being.
Thirteen opened her mouth to talk to Cuddy, walking towards her, but stopped just meters away the moment she saw Cuddy intended to speak. Her ex-girlfriend stated in a pleading tone, “Please Remy... just... don’t come near me.”
Ignoring the tear that had escaped down her cheek, Thirteen nodded, her heart breaking. She wanted nothing more than to sweep Cuddy into her arms and never let go of her. “Are you mad at me for letting House find out about us?”
“No. You’ve done worse than that,” Cuddy said quietly, looking down at the floor. “That’s the last thing I care about right now.”
“Especially when I’ve been so supportive, huh?” House said in a booming voice. “C’mon Cuddles, let’s get you home.”
“What? Why are you taking her home?” Thirteen couldn’t stop the jealousy feeling that flared inside at House’s words.
“What is it the youngsters say these days? Chillax, man,” House said in his “cool” voice. “Cuddy’s car is in for a service so I’m giving her a lift. Wilson was going to do it but he has a dying cancer patient or something, so he’s paying me to be chauffeur.” He saluted Thirteen.
“I could take you,” Thirteen offered. “I promise I won’t say a word.”
“Except... you always break your promises; don’t you?” Cuddy said sadly.
“So let me prove to you that I can keep them. C’mon Lise, it’s just one car ride.” Thirteen tried to persuade her.
“No. And if you meant what you said earlier about giving me time then you’ll accept that,” Cuddy said in as firm a voice as she could muster.
“Fine,” Thirteen nodded. “If you want House to take you, I’m ok with that.”
Cuddy stared at her in disbelief. “How dare you?! “You’re ok with it” I don’t give a damn whether you’re ok with it or not; you don’t have any right to say what I can and can’t do!”
Thirteen protested, “Lisa, that’s not what I meant, I...”
“We’re going, House,” Cuddy interrupted. House’s hand, which had been on her shoulder for the entire conversation was grabbed by her as she led him towards his own car.
Childishly, House turned back around to look at Thirteen as he was pulled away, and he stuck his tongue out at her. In a petulant, annoyed move of her own, Thirteen gave him the V sign, and stormed off in the direction of her own car. She had no right to be mad at Cuddy; and she wasn’t. No, she was mad at House for getting so involved in the situation and in her mind, for driving them further apart. It was as if he had feelings for Cuddy and now that she was single again he was going to move in and take the opportunity whilst he could. If that were to happen there was nothing in Thirteen’s power that she could do to change things, but it didn’t make it any easier for her. In fact, if House and Cuddy were to become an item then there was no doubt about it; she would resign. There was no way she could face going into work every day seeing House, knowing that he had what she had been foolish enough to give away.
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Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron, Thirteen/Cuddy
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Pretty much zilch. This is set at the beginning of Season 5 when House has his new team but contains nothing about them specific to episodes.
Disclaimer: I own... nada.
Summary: Thirteen can't remain faithful and risks losing everything that matters to her.
( Part One.) ( Part Two) ( Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven) (Part Eight) (Part Nine) (Part Ten) (Part Eleven) (Part Twelve) (Part Thirteen) (Part Fourteen) (Part Fifteen) (Part Sixteen) (Part Seventeen) (Part Eighteen)
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19.
Despite the break that she’d had from work the past few days; Thirteen was unbelievably ecstatic when the end of her shift arrived. It had been yet another terrible day that had felt more like the length of a year than just nine or so hours. She didn’t have anything to look forward to going home, that was true, but at least she would be able to sit down and try to think of ways to sort out her life, her relationship. There were many options available to her, but it was a case of thinking carefully and making the right choice. At the same time she had to bear in mind the fact that it wasn’t entirely up to her; what Cuddy wanted was the crucial part she had to wait and find out.
Except her journey home was apparently not going to run smoothly.
“Hey!” Thirteen heard a shout from behind her. A male voice that she couldn’t quite place. She stopped.
Shit. It was Chase, and he looked extremely furious, which was understandable considering the situation. Not even checking with a glance to make sure there wasn’t anyone around, Thirteen opened her mouth to speak first. “Chase...”
She was cut off with an angry, “Don’t. Don’t bother with your pathetic excuses!”
“I wasn’t going to make an excuse; I was going to apologise,” Thirteen told him. “I’m sorry.”
Chase laughed, though the situation was anything but humorous. “Sorry that you did it or sorry that you got caught?”
“Chase, it’s over. We ended things before you found out,” Thirteen informed him, under the impression this information would placate him.
Instead, she managed to do the opposite. Chase was further enraged. “You think I give a damn?!” He moved closer to Thirteen, towering over her. “Who ended it?”
“I... what?” Thirteen was thrown by the question.
“I said,” Chase was still talking loudly and standing tall, intimidating her. “Who ended it?”
“What does that matter?” Thirteen said shakily.
“It matters because I want to know if my girlfriend finished things!” He yelled.
“I...” For a brief moment Thirteen was tempted to lie. But then what if he questioned Cameron and she told the truth? “I ended it,” she said firmly.
Chase clenched his fist, shut his eyes. He was obviously devastated by the news. “She wanted to carry on?”
“No,” Thirteen shook her head. There was only so much she was going to admit to him. “We parted on good terms and... I know she’s in bits over the idea of losing you.”
Chase opened his eyes, looked directly at Thirteen. “How do you know that?”
“If she didn’t care then she wouldn’t feel bad about you finding out. Now I don’t know what she’s said but I’m guessing that she’s cried and begged for you to forgive her?” Thirteen took a wild guess at how she thought Cameron would react to the situation.
The moment Chase lowered his head, Thirteen knew she was correct.
“She cares about you... she just made a mistake,” Thirteen said, softer.
“More than once,” Chase spat bitterly.
“Don’t let this ruin your relationship,” Thirteen told him. “Don’t let it ruin all the good times you’ve had together.”
Thirteen was well aware that her words struck a chord when considering her own relationship. She’d been given another chance, something that Cuddy was good enough to give her despite being perfectly entitled to tell her exactly where to go. And once again, she’d fucked it up. She should have welcomed Cuddy into her arms and promised her that she would never hurt her again. It was definitely a promise that she wouldn’t struggle to keep. Considering the hurt she’d caused for the sake of an affair based on nothing but sex; it just wasn’t worth it. So the next time, if indeed there was a next time that Cuddy wanted to take her back; she wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.
“Do me a favour,” Chase said, a warning tone to his voice. “Stay away from my girlfriend.”
Thirteen nodded. “Yeah. I will.”
“Good,” Chase said curtly, as he strode past her without looking back.
Thirteen let out a sigh of relief. She hoped for Cameron’s sake that Chase chose to forgive her. She might not be in love with Cameron but as she’d already admitted, she did care about her. Part of her wished that instead of taking Cameron back to her apartment and fucking her that first night, she’d merely hugged her goodbye and made plans to meet up again. If she hadn’t been so brainless, if she hadn’t let herself feel stupidly neglected by Cuddy who couldn’t help needing to work, then she might have ended up having Cameron as a best friend rather than a lover. After everything that happened there was no chance of that; something that made her extremely sad. She’d lost her love, and she’d lost the best friend that she’d never had.
She struggled to stop herself from crying. Frustrated, she wiped away the tears that had began to seep from her eyes, and tried to compose herself. Crying yet again wasn’t going to solve anything; she had to be strong. She had no right to whinge and moan, she was the one who had caused all the pain, all the hurt. She’d already had Cuddy and Cameron in tears over her, and she herself completely breaking down was certainly not going to be of benefit to this mess. It would be ok, somehow things would work themselves out. And if Cuddy didn’t want her back then she would have to shut up, accept it, and do her best to move on.
Except she’d just noticed Cuddy standing in her view, watching. Her stance made it clear that she’d just heard the confrontation between Thirteen and Chase. She was stood still, eyes wide, a painful expression on her face. House stood beside her, to Thirteen’s shock with a hand placed on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. There was something almost like sympathy in his eyes; probably for Cuddy, but maybe a little for Thirteen too. It wasn’t in his nature, Thirteen knew that, but there was no doubt in her mind that on occasion, House could actually act like a halfway decent human being.
Thirteen opened her mouth to talk to Cuddy, walking towards her, but stopped just meters away the moment she saw Cuddy intended to speak. Her ex-girlfriend stated in a pleading tone, “Please Remy... just... don’t come near me.”
Ignoring the tear that had escaped down her cheek, Thirteen nodded, her heart breaking. She wanted nothing more than to sweep Cuddy into her arms and never let go of her. “Are you mad at me for letting House find out about us?”
“No. You’ve done worse than that,” Cuddy said quietly, looking down at the floor. “That’s the last thing I care about right now.”
“Especially when I’ve been so supportive, huh?” House said in a booming voice. “C’mon Cuddles, let’s get you home.”
“What? Why are you taking her home?” Thirteen couldn’t stop the jealousy feeling that flared inside at House’s words.
“What is it the youngsters say these days? Chillax, man,” House said in his “cool” voice. “Cuddy’s car is in for a service so I’m giving her a lift. Wilson was going to do it but he has a dying cancer patient or something, so he’s paying me to be chauffeur.” He saluted Thirteen.
“I could take you,” Thirteen offered. “I promise I won’t say a word.”
“Except... you always break your promises; don’t you?” Cuddy said sadly.
“So let me prove to you that I can keep them. C’mon Lise, it’s just one car ride.” Thirteen tried to persuade her.
“No. And if you meant what you said earlier about giving me time then you’ll accept that,” Cuddy said in as firm a voice as she could muster.
“Fine,” Thirteen nodded. “If you want House to take you, I’m ok with that.”
Cuddy stared at her in disbelief. “How dare you?! “You’re ok with it” I don’t give a damn whether you’re ok with it or not; you don’t have any right to say what I can and can’t do!”
Thirteen protested, “Lisa, that’s not what I meant, I...”
“We’re going, House,” Cuddy interrupted. House’s hand, which had been on her shoulder for the entire conversation was grabbed by her as she led him towards his own car.
Childishly, House turned back around to look at Thirteen as he was pulled away, and he stuck his tongue out at her. In a petulant, annoyed move of her own, Thirteen gave him the V sign, and stormed off in the direction of her own car. She had no right to be mad at Cuddy; and she wasn’t. No, she was mad at House for getting so involved in the situation and in her mind, for driving them further apart. It was as if he had feelings for Cuddy and now that she was single again he was going to move in and take the opportunity whilst he could. If that were to happen there was nothing in Thirteen’s power that she could do to change things, but it didn’t make it any easier for her. In fact, if House and Cuddy were to become an item then there was no doubt about it; she would resign. There was no way she could face going into work every day seeing House, knowing that he had what she had been foolish enough to give away.
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