FIC: Stalker (H/C) Part 1
Title: Stalker
Author: Razor840
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: T-M
Warnings: Spoilers for S2
Summary: She could acknowledge that this might be something a sociopath would think, but the fact that she knew what she was doing did have moral and legal negatives attached to it made it seem more like a gray area in her mind. Cameron tries to find a way into House's life.
It was during her third hour outside of House’s apartment, sitting in her back seat with binoculars trained on his window, that the constant murmur of discontent from her better Angels turned into a deafening scream. This was wrong. She wasn’t really seeing much anyway. She couldn’t quite remember when this thing with House had become an obsession, or something worse.
She slipped out of her car and approached House’s mail box. She now had the correct mail box key, she had gone through an entire plastic baggy of keys the first time. She shuddered even thinking about that, her heart had been in her throat the whole time, tampering with the mail was a Federal offense. She used her scanner to make copies of his letters and then returned them. His office mail was much easier to get her hands on. He expected her to go through it. She cared about him. She wanted to know him and she figured that he was better off with her wanting to know him. She could acknowledge that this might be something a sociopath would think, but the fact that she knew what she was doing did have moral and legal negatives attached to it made it seem more like a gray area in her mind. It was late, but the paranoia still washed over her as she stole House of his mail and drove home.
Her steam cleaner put out a pretty decent volume and she used it to open the letters, she left out the cleaning solution for obvious reasons, she didn’t want House’s letters to smell like ammonia. He’d catch on for sure. House still loved Stacy and appeared that Stacy still loved House. She heard a rumor that House went through her psyche records. Cameron decided that she needed to take a look too.
Love had changed her. Love allowed her to do these unethical, illegal things and still feel good. It was a sweaty, adrenaline soaked mixture of shame, intense happiness, and obsession. Cameron assumed that this was love and that destroyed her world because she never felt that way with her husband. It was always like that with House, it was trite but he made her feel things, emotions that she’d never felt before. She kicked herself for not eating with his parents, not trying to pretend she liked Stacy (she could work on that,) and she was already trying to get closer to Wilson. He felt sorry for her, she thought, probably because everyone could see that she was as pathetic as she felt sometimes. Cuddy and Wilson were a font of information but it was hard getting close to them. She wanted to figure it out, diagnose the right combination of action that would give her the same kind of relationship that Wilson had with House.
She bit into a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich, savoring the melted pepper jack. House was doing her wonders. She didn’t care about the calorie count, the saturated fat. Life was short and painful. This was what House would do. If you need to get an answer, if you need something, you pushed everything else away and focused on it. Cameron worked doubly hard on her work and, thanks to her new extracurricular activities, she was exhausted but happy. She only voiced her most outrageous ideas and she always produced something. House seemed to respect that in Chase. She would lie at the drop of a hat. House was right, almost all of her ethical impulses were misplaced or wrong. If something is wrong, it’s wrong. House taught her that, and she was finally listening. He had given her a long, appraising look when she suggested that they give LSD to someone who they might be suffering from intense Carotidynia, that they thought was migraine related. It wasn’t going away and she figured that if the symptoms persisted after they dosed him, it would give them an answer. They didn’t do it but she felt unshackled, she assumed that it must be how House felt all the time. She wished she had listened sooner.
She brushed her teeth, put on her pajamas, and took House’s coat out of her safe. She’d taken it from his office a few days ago. It still smelled like him. She slipped a tape into her player. She had been secretly recording him. She fast forwarded until she got to a point where he was talk passionately about science and medicine, he was forming what would eventually be the answer to the case. He even said her name. She stretched out on her bed, and slipped the coat over her head. It still smelled like him. It wasn’t aftershave, it was sweat, skin, the medicine smell of hospitals. She breathed in deeply, it made her groan with pleasure. Masturbating like this always made her feel a certain amount of shame, she realized it was wrong and some might see it as creepy but she felt like he was there with her. She brought her free hand to her throat and choked herself a little, she figured he’d be rough. She could feel sweat beading on her brow, House was going to say her name any minute now.
Author: Razor840
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: T-M
Warnings: Spoilers for S2
Summary: She could acknowledge that this might be something a sociopath would think, but the fact that she knew what she was doing did have moral and legal negatives attached to it made it seem more like a gray area in her mind. Cameron tries to find a way into House's life.
It was during her third hour outside of House’s apartment, sitting in her back seat with binoculars trained on his window, that the constant murmur of discontent from her better Angels turned into a deafening scream. This was wrong. She wasn’t really seeing much anyway. She couldn’t quite remember when this thing with House had become an obsession, or something worse.
She slipped out of her car and approached House’s mail box. She now had the correct mail box key, she had gone through an entire plastic baggy of keys the first time. She shuddered even thinking about that, her heart had been in her throat the whole time, tampering with the mail was a Federal offense. She used her scanner to make copies of his letters and then returned them. His office mail was much easier to get her hands on. He expected her to go through it. She cared about him. She wanted to know him and she figured that he was better off with her wanting to know him. She could acknowledge that this might be something a sociopath would think, but the fact that she knew what she was doing did have moral and legal negatives attached to it made it seem more like a gray area in her mind. It was late, but the paranoia still washed over her as she stole House of his mail and drove home.
Her steam cleaner put out a pretty decent volume and she used it to open the letters, she left out the cleaning solution for obvious reasons, she didn’t want House’s letters to smell like ammonia. He’d catch on for sure. House still loved Stacy and appeared that Stacy still loved House. She heard a rumor that House went through her psyche records. Cameron decided that she needed to take a look too.
Love had changed her. Love allowed her to do these unethical, illegal things and still feel good. It was a sweaty, adrenaline soaked mixture of shame, intense happiness, and obsession. Cameron assumed that this was love and that destroyed her world because she never felt that way with her husband. It was always like that with House, it was trite but he made her feel things, emotions that she’d never felt before. She kicked herself for not eating with his parents, not trying to pretend she liked Stacy (she could work on that,) and she was already trying to get closer to Wilson. He felt sorry for her, she thought, probably because everyone could see that she was as pathetic as she felt sometimes. Cuddy and Wilson were a font of information but it was hard getting close to them. She wanted to figure it out, diagnose the right combination of action that would give her the same kind of relationship that Wilson had with House.
She bit into a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich, savoring the melted pepper jack. House was doing her wonders. She didn’t care about the calorie count, the saturated fat. Life was short and painful. This was what House would do. If you need to get an answer, if you need something, you pushed everything else away and focused on it. Cameron worked doubly hard on her work and, thanks to her new extracurricular activities, she was exhausted but happy. She only voiced her most outrageous ideas and she always produced something. House seemed to respect that in Chase. She would lie at the drop of a hat. House was right, almost all of her ethical impulses were misplaced or wrong. If something is wrong, it’s wrong. House taught her that, and she was finally listening. He had given her a long, appraising look when she suggested that they give LSD to someone who they might be suffering from intense Carotidynia, that they thought was migraine related. It wasn’t going away and she figured that if the symptoms persisted after they dosed him, it would give them an answer. They didn’t do it but she felt unshackled, she assumed that it must be how House felt all the time. She wished she had listened sooner.
She brushed her teeth, put on her pajamas, and took House’s coat out of her safe. She’d taken it from his office a few days ago. It still smelled like him. She slipped a tape into her player. She had been secretly recording him. She fast forwarded until she got to a point where he was talk passionately about science and medicine, he was forming what would eventually be the answer to the case. He even said her name. She stretched out on her bed, and slipped the coat over her head. It still smelled like him. It wasn’t aftershave, it was sweat, skin, the medicine smell of hospitals. She breathed in deeply, it made her groan with pleasure. Masturbating like this always made her feel a certain amount of shame, she realized it was wrong and some might see it as creepy but she felt like he was there with her. She brought her free hand to her throat and choked herself a little, she figured he’d be rough. She could feel sweat beading on her brow, House was going to say her name any minute now.