fic: Shells (Cameron/Thirteen)
Title: Shells (1/1)
Author:
sapphire_magick
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen (one-sided)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.
Timeline: Set after 5x09 "Last Resort".
Summary: Thirteen tries to figure out the world, little by little.
A/N: I haven't written in years, literally. First time writing for this fandom. Inspired by the song Lifeline by Brooke Fraser.
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Warm water lapped lazily around her ankles. Crystal blue eyes tracked the tiny shells that littered the edges of the rock pool, trying to make sense of some kind of pattern. Some kind of logic behind the way they lie. A reason. She chuckled inwardly, shaking her head slightly. Like boss, like employee.
"I have this sinking feeling -"
Blue eyes closed for a second before opening and acknowledging the blonde green-eyed intruder with a brief, if not nonchalant, glance. Her eyes returned to the gentle swirling water in front of her as she, once again, focused intently on the shells. There must be a meaning-
"Something's weighing me down."
She blew out of silent breath, her concentration wavering. Almost. Maybe if I just... She tilted her head a little to the left; eyes squinted slightly while her brain ticked away.
"...I am completely saturated."
Cameron stopped pacing behind the brunette when she noticed that her brunette friend wasn't even listening to her. Copying Thirteen's - no, that was House’s name for the brunette - Remy's somewhat relaxed stance, Cameron settled on a rock and lightly dipped her feet into the now cold waters.
"The waves are crashing closer," whispered the brunette as she watched the shells near her feet get carried, pushed, into a different position by the insistent swirling turquoise water. Just like chess pieces in a fierce battle to capture the king or an intricate dance between partners, weaving and forming impressions.
"My feet already drowned, doing the thing I said I hated," Cameron murmured to herself (or was it to Remy?), either one, she didn't want to disturb the quiet, almost peaceful, atmosphere shrouding the small darkening beach. She observed her friend's profile, taking in the impossibly beautiful cerulean eyes, the slope of her nose, sharp cheekbones and soft rose-pink lips. Sometimes she wondered if Remy had any inkling of her feelings but quickly dismissed the thought. The blonde was just too careful. Sighing softly, she picked up a creamy grey butterfly-shaped shell beside her and tossed it into the rock pool. Sometimes at night she wished this... these feelings... this whole thing can be easy. The world just wasn't granting her any free admissions. Giving her co-worker a last lingering glance, Cameron picked up her black heels from beside her and left the brunette to her preoccupied thoughts.
Remy blinked as her vision of the shells was suddenly disturbed by a small splash. The shape became clearer as the ripple slowly stilled.
Cameron's shell formed the apex of an upside down heart.
Author:
sapphire_magick
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen (one-sided)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.
Timeline: Set after 5x09 "Last Resort".
Summary: Thirteen tries to figure out the world, little by little.
A/N: I haven't written in years, literally. First time writing for this fandom. Inspired by the song Lifeline by Brooke Fraser.
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Warm water lapped lazily around her ankles. Crystal blue eyes tracked the tiny shells that littered the edges of the rock pool, trying to make sense of some kind of pattern. Some kind of logic behind the way they lie. A reason. She chuckled inwardly, shaking her head slightly. Like boss, like employee.
"I have this sinking feeling -"
Blue eyes closed for a second before opening and acknowledging the blonde green-eyed intruder with a brief, if not nonchalant, glance. Her eyes returned to the gentle swirling water in front of her as she, once again, focused intently on the shells. There must be a meaning-
"Something's weighing me down."
She blew out of silent breath, her concentration wavering. Almost. Maybe if I just... She tilted her head a little to the left; eyes squinted slightly while her brain ticked away.
"...I am completely saturated."
Cameron stopped pacing behind the brunette when she noticed that her brunette friend wasn't even listening to her. Copying Thirteen's - no, that was House’s name for the brunette - Remy's somewhat relaxed stance, Cameron settled on a rock and lightly dipped her feet into the now cold waters.
"The waves are crashing closer," whispered the brunette as she watched the shells near her feet get carried, pushed, into a different position by the insistent swirling turquoise water. Just like chess pieces in a fierce battle to capture the king or an intricate dance between partners, weaving and forming impressions.
"My feet already drowned, doing the thing I said I hated," Cameron murmured to herself (or was it to Remy?), either one, she didn't want to disturb the quiet, almost peaceful, atmosphere shrouding the small darkening beach. She observed her friend's profile, taking in the impossibly beautiful cerulean eyes, the slope of her nose, sharp cheekbones and soft rose-pink lips. Sometimes she wondered if Remy had any inkling of her feelings but quickly dismissed the thought. The blonde was just too careful. Sighing softly, she picked up a creamy grey butterfly-shaped shell beside her and tossed it into the rock pool. Sometimes at night she wished this... these feelings... this whole thing can be easy. The world just wasn't granting her any free admissions. Giving her co-worker a last lingering glance, Cameron picked up her black heels from beside her and left the brunette to her preoccupied thoughts.
Remy blinked as her vision of the shells was suddenly disturbed by a small splash. The shape became clearer as the ripple slowly stilled.
Cameron's shell formed the apex of an upside down heart.