Desperation - Chapter 61
Desperation
by Shippercrazed/FanFicCrazy
Title: Desperation
Chapter: 61
Author: shippercrazed/fanficcrazy
Rating: MA
Warning: Explicit Content. For Mature Adults Only. 18 years +
Pairings: House/Cameron
Summary: This AU Hameron fic takes place at the end of the Tritter of the ARC. Cam walks in on House and Cuddy in a compromising position and can't handle it. This story deals with attempted suicide and how it changes a relationship forever. House/Cameron
Desperation
Chapter 61: Preparations
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Previously……
After being handed a knife from Wilson, House slowly slit the envelope open. He pulled the letter out of the envelope and laid it flat on the coffee table so both he and Wilson could read it. House started to read it out loud:
Dear Dr. House:
I see you found Allison’s shrine to you. Isn’t that just touching!?
It appears she’s wanted you all these years. You - an old cripple.
And you kept rejecting her until now. You’re a pathetic fool!
Well you’re too late Doc.
I bet you can’t wait to feel her silken thighs wrapped around you.
Just remember House, I FELT THEM FIRST!
This isn’t over. You may have gotten me fired from the hospital,
but I promise you….you won’t keep me away from my Allison!
You may have her temporarily -
but she’ll be MINE in the end, House!
P
House felt the bile rising in his throat as he finished the letter. His hands were shaking. He knew this only because he could see the letter shaking. It was almost as if he was in a daze. All he could think of was Allie.
“House! House!”
House looked up at his friend who had his hand on his arm shaking him out of his trance.
“House, do you still have that detective’s card on you?”
He carefully laid the letter on the coffee table while still wearing the gloves and then pulled out his wallet. He found the card the detective had given to him and handed it to Wilson, who already had his cell phone ready.
House said, “While you call him, I’m calling Foreman and Cuddy - have them put security back on Allison’s room until I get there.”
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Two hours later Wilson and House were at his apartment getting it ready for Cameron’s arrival. They had waited earlier at Cameron’s for the detectives to arrive and had given them their statements. House let them know that she would be getting discharged later that day and would be coming home to live with him. House and Wilson left the detectives there dusting for prints and looking for any other clues Parker may have left behind.
Cuddy and Foreman were informed of what had happened. Cuddy had two security guards posted at Cameron’s room while Foreman and Chase took turns checking in on her. They were all given strict orders not to divulge anything to Cameron; House wanted to break the news to her himself.
Upon reaching his apartment, House took a quick shower and changed his clothes. Wilson noticed he had hardly said two words in the last two hours unless it was to the detectives.
“House, you O.k.?”
As House offered his friend a beer and popped one open for himself, he replied, “No. It’s not fair. We’ve been through so much. She’s been through so much. After nearly losing her for good, I got a second chance. WE got a second chance at what we’ve always wanted deep down. I never truly believed I could ever really have a chance at being……”
“Happy?” Wilson asked.
House looked at his friend and smirked. “Yea, happy.”
House continued, “But on top of all the physical and mental obstacles of her recovery that already stand in our way, now we have Therapy Boy who apparently didn’t breast feed long enough or something, and now he’s determined to screw up our lives! Allie can’t take any more pressure right now. How do I tell her about the pictures in the locker and him being in her apartment?”
“Just be there for her. I think now that she has you, she’ll have more strength than she even knows she has. Before she was lost.”
“I hope you’re right, Jimmy.”
“Hey, while you were in the shower, I brought her suitcases inside. They are in the spare room for now. How about I help you suicide proof this apartment since I’m here.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Well, I thought if you had a couple empty boxes, we could box up the booze and all the pills, except for a very small stash you can keep hidden. Then on the way back to the hospital, we can drop the boxes off at my place.”
“O.K., let’s get this show on the road. I want to get back to Allie as soon as possible. You take the booze and I’ll take the pills. I believe all the scotch is in the cupboard above the sink. Beer is in the fridge, and so is the wine. I’ll go grab you a box.”
As Wilson started pulling the alcohol from the cupboards, House re-entered the kitchen with an empty box.
After setting the box down on the counter along with some packing tape and some scissors, House started going around his apartment to all his little hiding places and dumping his vicodin stashes into a big baggie: inside that spare blue set of salt and pepper shakers; the battery storage compartment of a flashlight; inside several empty film canisters; and one of those fake soup cans. He use to have a lot more on hand but since Tritter busted him and confiscated his first stash, he didn’t keep that much on hand anymore. And he was certainly cleverer about hiding it this time as well.
After they had the booze and the drugs boxed up, Wilson asked House about razors. House informed Wilson he only had disposable razors and an electric razor on hand; no removable straight razor.
Wilson then looked at House and said, “Your gun is at work, right?”
“It’s at work right now, but I’m actually going to bring it home. With that nut-job on the loose and coming after Allie, I’m going to make sure I can protect her while she is here!”
“Well, I can’t say I blame you for feeling that way. Is there some place you can keep it though that you can get to it quickly if you need it, but that chances are Allison won’t even know it’s here?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve got the perfect place.”
“Well then; looks like we can go pick up Cameron and get her discharged. Did you want to tell her what is going on before you leave the hospital, or wait until you get home?”
“I think I’m going to wait until I get home. I just want to get her out of that damn hospital before she has another set-back. Since you’re helping me bring her home, you might want to bring an injection filled with a sedative just in case she can’t handle the news.”
“No problem. I also need to fill some prescription for her. I’ll get some syringes and sedatives in case she has more panic attacks or nightmares that get out of hand…and I think I’ll prescribe some Darvocet for pain. She is going to be really sore at first trying to use the other muscles in her body to compensate for the one leg; I guess you would know that. Plus, more than likely, she’s going to fall a few times - I know you think you can take care of her House, but it’s all part of the process. It’s going to happen. You can’t be with her EVERY second of every day. And if I know her she isn’t going to sit around on her sweet little ass for long. BUT YOU HAVE TO BE IN CHARGE of the pills. These are STRONG narcotics for her. On second thought……maybe I should get you both a babysitter!”
“Oh, you’re hilarious, Wilson! Can we go now? I want to get my girl back here and settled in before supper.”
“You really like the sound of that, don’t you?”
“What?”
“I’ve heard you refer to Cameron several times as ‘your girl’ now. Each time it seems to make you almost….giddy!”
“Ok. First of all, Gregory House, world renown diagnostician is NOT NOW, nor WILL EVER BE known as being ‘giddy’!! But between you and me, you’re right; I do like the sound of it. Now let’s get the heck out of here! Oh, and one more thing Jimmy….”
“Yea.”
“If you EVER use Ally and ‘sweet little ass’ again in the same sentence, you’re going to be using the tip of my cane as a second tongue! Message understood?”
Jimmy swallowed audibly at hearing the tone in his friend’s voice as they walked to the car. Without so much as a sideways glance (mostly out of fear), Jimmy replied, “Message received and duly noted.”
After dropping off the boxes at Jimmy’s place, both doctors walked back into PPTH. Wilson stopped on the first floor to get the release papers for Cameron to sign while House made his way straight to her room. Two security guards stood just outside the entrance.
House rushed in the room to find Cameron softly weeping into her pillow. At the sight of him, she called out his name and held out her arms. He didn’t have to be asked twice. He sat on the edge of the bed and took her in his embrace.
Cameron cried, “I was so worried about you. You were gone so much longer than you had originally planned, and then the guards showed up again so I didn’t know if you had had a run-in with Parker or if you had been hurt, or what was going on. No-one would tell me anything…”
“Shhhh….Baby, I’m alright. Everything is going to be fine. I’m sorry you got scared. I’ve got a lot to talk to you about, but first I want to pack you up and get you the hell out of here before anything else stops them from discharging you. I want you home and all to myself!”
With those words House crushed his lips to hers while exploring her mouth with his tongue. Her moan of satisfaction only enticed him further as his mouth slipped down her jaw line to her neck, all the while sucking and nipping. Cameron was running her fingers through his hair, when all of a sudden they heard a disgusted Australian accent say, “Oh, for the love of God!”
Both House and Cameron stopped and looked at the doorway where both Chase and Foreman stood. Chase looked like he was ready to blow chunks and Foreman was merely laughing.
House just looked at Chase with a cocky smile and said, “Close. Usually she either calls me House or Greg, but every once and a while she sneaks in an ‘OH, GOD!”
Cameron, House and Foreman were laughing as Chase made his way back to diagnostics. “Well, I guess we know how to get rid of the Wombat if we want…,” joked House.
Foreman asked, “So what’s the scoop? Is she getting out of here finally?”
“Yes I AM thank you very much! Dr. House is taking me to his place where he plans on waiting on me hand and foot 24/7.”
Foreman looked at her skeptically and said, “Riiiiight. Well, you’ve got my number as soon as you get hungry. Give me a call!” And with that, he walked off toward Diagnostics to check on Chase.
House and Cameron looked at each other.
House said, “I do believe I was just insulted!”
Cameron snaked her arms around his waist and confessed, “Personally, I couldn’t care less if you couldn’t boil water. I just want to lie down with you and not have to worry about some nurse coming in every twenty minutes to take my stats. I finally want to be alone with you.”
They looked into each other’s eyes. Without saying a word, they were communicating. Both felt the same way. They started kissing again.
It was just starting to get heated again when they heard, “Eh hem. Sorry to intrude.” It was Wilson. Suddenly both House and Cameron started laughing without ever looking up or acknowledging him. God help the man if he didn’t have those discharge papers with him.
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