House: House/Cameron, Emotions: Envy
Title: Leaving
Author: rosehiptea
Theme: Envy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 419
Cross-posted to rosehiptea and house_cameron.
Notes: Minor spoilers for Son of Coma Guy. Implied House/Wilson. And it's kind of a downer.
The first one is here: Compassion.
She can see them arguing again at the end of the corridor. A real argument this time, not House being House and Wilson pretending not to enjoy it. And Wilson is raising his voice even though House clearly doesn't want him to.
"I'm not going to go to jail for you. Even you wouldn't expect that."
House just laughs. There isn't much a person can say to House without earning that derisive laugh, but it's pissing Wilson off this time.
"You stole my prescription pad!"
Cameron feels a pang when she hears it, though she knows it is true, has known even when she told Foreman she didn't believe it. But maybe she wanted to think that House had some boundaries. Mostly, she just didn't understand it because Wilson would write House millions of prescriptions if that was what House wanted; that's what it's like for them. Wilson isn't the type to try to do what's really good for House. Though after all this, she might not be either. What's really good for him is still something of a mystery.
They aren't exactly Damon and Pythias, or whatever great self-sacrificing friendship you want to name. They're both too damaged for that, actually, though House is one of the only ones to see that in Wilson. But they have something she probably couldn't have with House. He would never push her this far.
Cameron shakes her head, tries to break away and stop listening. What the hell does she want? For House to forge her prescriptions and get her bank account frozen? If House obsessed over her love life, would that make her happy?
"Come on, Wilson, nobody is going to go to jail over this."
That isn't true; House has already gone to jail. And they have lined up behind him, all of them, and he has taken it as his due. But gratitude, that's one thing she really doesn't expect.
Finally House notices her still lurking there, gives her a look of mock surprise. "She can't leave me alone," he mutters loudly to Wilson.
Cameron wants to laugh. Because she isn't all the things House thinks she is. If he tries hard enough, he actually can push her away. And he can push Wilson away, probably, and everyone else too. That she can picture, easily: House leaning on his cane, alone, while the rest of them move away waving good-bye, Cameron perhaps the last to turn to wistfully watch him smirk at them, but leaving all the same.
Author: rosehiptea
Theme: Envy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 419
Cross-posted to rosehiptea and house_cameron.
Notes: Minor spoilers for Son of Coma Guy. Implied House/Wilson. And it's kind of a downer.
The first one is here: Compassion.
She can see them arguing again at the end of the corridor. A real argument this time, not House being House and Wilson pretending not to enjoy it. And Wilson is raising his voice even though House clearly doesn't want him to.
"I'm not going to go to jail for you. Even you wouldn't expect that."
House just laughs. There isn't much a person can say to House without earning that derisive laugh, but it's pissing Wilson off this time.
"You stole my prescription pad!"
Cameron feels a pang when she hears it, though she knows it is true, has known even when she told Foreman she didn't believe it. But maybe she wanted to think that House had some boundaries. Mostly, she just didn't understand it because Wilson would write House millions of prescriptions if that was what House wanted; that's what it's like for them. Wilson isn't the type to try to do what's really good for House. Though after all this, she might not be either. What's really good for him is still something of a mystery.
They aren't exactly Damon and Pythias, or whatever great self-sacrificing friendship you want to name. They're both too damaged for that, actually, though House is one of the only ones to see that in Wilson. But they have something she probably couldn't have with House. He would never push her this far.
Cameron shakes her head, tries to break away and stop listening. What the hell does she want? For House to forge her prescriptions and get her bank account frozen? If House obsessed over her love life, would that make her happy?
"Come on, Wilson, nobody is going to go to jail over this."
That isn't true; House has already gone to jail. And they have lined up behind him, all of them, and he has taken it as his due. But gratitude, that's one thing she really doesn't expect.
Finally House notices her still lurking there, gives her a look of mock surprise. "She can't leave me alone," he mutters loudly to Wilson.
Cameron wants to laugh. Because she isn't all the things House thinks she is. If he tries hard enough, he actually can push her away. And he can push Wilson away, probably, and everyone else too. That she can picture, easily: House leaning on his cane, alone, while the rest of them move away waving good-bye, Cameron perhaps the last to turn to wistfully watch him smirk at them, but leaving all the same.