Untitled H/C fic (1/?)
Title: Untitled (as of now)
Pairing: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: House doesn't belong to me
Summary: I'm awful at summaries...sorry
A/N: I probably write the characters waaay OOC..again, sorry :[
She hadn’t been herself lately. She was gloomy and downright miserable. Something was wrong, because Allison Cameron never seemed to be miserable. He saw her later that week, getting pills from the hospital pharmacy. She was acting strange, but not in that gloomy way, more in a secretive way. So secretive that he knew the pills weren’t for a patient, and he also felt that her behavior had something to do with them. He needed to find out what was going on. He told himself that it was only curiosity. That it definitely did not break his stone heart when he looked into her eyes and didn’t see the usual sparkle in them. No, it was definitely curiosity. He followed her after she left the pharmacy and saw her walk into the women’s locker room. He made sure no one else was around and silently peered inside. He saw her swallow two pills and hide the rest in her locker. He didn’t, however, need to break into her locker once she left, because he recognized the pills as she took them. He definitely recognized the teal and white pills, and he could not believe his eyes. "Prozac", he said quietly to himself. Allison Cameron was taking anti-depressants.
M.D.
She worked in the clinic the rest of the day and he didn’t see her until late that evening when she came in to pack her things and head home.
He walked into the conference room and leaned against the counter, his eyes boring holes into her.
“What?” she asked when she saw him staring.
“How long have you been taking them?” he asked.
“Excuse me?” she responded.
“The prozac,” he replied, “how long have you been taking them?”
He saw her face turn red, and knew that this time, it wasn’t from embarrassment.
“You went through my locker!” she yelled.
“Didn’t need to, I saw you taking them,” he replied, “now answer my question, how long have--”
“It’s none of your business!” she exclaimed, cutting him off.
She began to walk quickly over to him.
“You had no right to spy on me!” she screamed while her voice began to break.
“I’m your boss, and I need to know when my employee is going crazy!” He responded in a loud voice.
Cameron froze. She sat there and looked at him with the most hateful eyes he had ever seen. She began to talk in an angry whisper.
“It is taking everything in me not to slap you across the face right now,” she took a deep breath and continued in the same tone, “You have no idea what I’ve gone through and what I go through every day! You think that just because some bitch messed up your leg and left you, the world owes you something. Well, I got news for you, smartass, it doesn’t. There are millions of people every day who have to face the most horrible, unimaginable things, and they STILL are polite and kind, because they have an ounce of humanity in them. You have no excuse to be the miserable son of a bitch that you are and I don’t have to explain myself, or anything that I do, to you. Got it?” She said, her finger poking him hard in the chest while she said her last words.
With that, she walked off, leaving House alone and feeling ashamed.
M.D.
After standing there for a few minutes, House decided to go and try to fix what had just happened. This wasn’t usually something he did, but he had never seen Cameron so mad. He noticed that Cameron left her things in the conference room, so she probably hadn’t gone home. He went and looked for her but saw her nowhere, not even in the lab. "Where do I go when I’m angry?" He thought, but he didn’t have to think long. "The roof."
He opened the door and saw her standing there, looking out over New Jersey.
“Go. Away.” She said, still very angry. He didn’t say anything. He let the door shut behind him and moved to the side of the doorway, leaning against the brick wall. She never looked back, but she knew he was still there. They were both quiet for some time, until she finally spoke. “Every day I wake up and I pray to something, anything, that I can just make it another day.” Her voice began to break. “Make it another day without wanting to kill myself.” House looked at her in shock, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was still looking out toward the city. House finally found his voice, and Cameron noticed that it sounded a little shaky. “Why?” he asked, “what makes you want to kill yourself?” He knew it sounded like a ridiculous question, but he couldn’t imagine anything bringing Cameron to the point of suicide. “Me,” she replied. It was here that she began to cry. “I hate myself! I hate being this stupid girl that cares too much and I hate working my ass off and being nice to everyone and getting walked all over. I hate the fact that everything still goes wrong, even after I do everything to make it right. I hate the fact that I’m so weak. I hate the fact that I fall in love with men I can never be with.” It was when she said this that she looked at House. House was looking back at her with a face that showed compassion, which was very rare coming from him. “I hate the fact that no matter what I do-whether I move to the other side of the world or I stay here in Princeton-even if I push you out of my mind and tell myself and everyone else that I hate you, I can’t hate you. I hate that.” She laughed sadly and looked toward the city again. “Isn’t that so ridiculous?” She was desperately trying to stop crying.
“Is there anything that you love?” House asked sarcastically, attempting to break the tension.
Allison nodded and turned back to House. “You,” she answered simply.
She then walked back into the hospital, leaving House standing on the roof.
TBC
Pairing: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: House doesn't belong to me
Summary: I'm awful at summaries...sorry
A/N: I probably write the characters waaay OOC..again, sorry :[
She hadn’t been herself lately. She was gloomy and downright miserable. Something was wrong, because Allison Cameron never seemed to be miserable. He saw her later that week, getting pills from the hospital pharmacy. She was acting strange, but not in that gloomy way, more in a secretive way. So secretive that he knew the pills weren’t for a patient, and he also felt that her behavior had something to do with them. He needed to find out what was going on. He told himself that it was only curiosity. That it definitely did not break his stone heart when he looked into her eyes and didn’t see the usual sparkle in them. No, it was definitely curiosity. He followed her after she left the pharmacy and saw her walk into the women’s locker room. He made sure no one else was around and silently peered inside. He saw her swallow two pills and hide the rest in her locker. He didn’t, however, need to break into her locker once she left, because he recognized the pills as she took them. He definitely recognized the teal and white pills, and he could not believe his eyes. "Prozac", he said quietly to himself. Allison Cameron was taking anti-depressants.
M.D.
She worked in the clinic the rest of the day and he didn’t see her until late that evening when she came in to pack her things and head home.
He walked into the conference room and leaned against the counter, his eyes boring holes into her.
“What?” she asked when she saw him staring.
“How long have you been taking them?” he asked.
“Excuse me?” she responded.
“The prozac,” he replied, “how long have you been taking them?”
He saw her face turn red, and knew that this time, it wasn’t from embarrassment.
“You went through my locker!” she yelled.
“Didn’t need to, I saw you taking them,” he replied, “now answer my question, how long have--”
“It’s none of your business!” she exclaimed, cutting him off.
She began to walk quickly over to him.
“You had no right to spy on me!” she screamed while her voice began to break.
“I’m your boss, and I need to know when my employee is going crazy!” He responded in a loud voice.
Cameron froze. She sat there and looked at him with the most hateful eyes he had ever seen. She began to talk in an angry whisper.
“It is taking everything in me not to slap you across the face right now,” she took a deep breath and continued in the same tone, “You have no idea what I’ve gone through and what I go through every day! You think that just because some bitch messed up your leg and left you, the world owes you something. Well, I got news for you, smartass, it doesn’t. There are millions of people every day who have to face the most horrible, unimaginable things, and they STILL are polite and kind, because they have an ounce of humanity in them. You have no excuse to be the miserable son of a bitch that you are and I don’t have to explain myself, or anything that I do, to you. Got it?” She said, her finger poking him hard in the chest while she said her last words.
With that, she walked off, leaving House alone and feeling ashamed.
M.D.
After standing there for a few minutes, House decided to go and try to fix what had just happened. This wasn’t usually something he did, but he had never seen Cameron so mad. He noticed that Cameron left her things in the conference room, so she probably hadn’t gone home. He went and looked for her but saw her nowhere, not even in the lab. "Where do I go when I’m angry?" He thought, but he didn’t have to think long. "The roof."
He opened the door and saw her standing there, looking out over New Jersey.
“Go. Away.” She said, still very angry. He didn’t say anything. He let the door shut behind him and moved to the side of the doorway, leaning against the brick wall. She never looked back, but she knew he was still there. They were both quiet for some time, until she finally spoke. “Every day I wake up and I pray to something, anything, that I can just make it another day.” Her voice began to break. “Make it another day without wanting to kill myself.” House looked at her in shock, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was still looking out toward the city. House finally found his voice, and Cameron noticed that it sounded a little shaky. “Why?” he asked, “what makes you want to kill yourself?” He knew it sounded like a ridiculous question, but he couldn’t imagine anything bringing Cameron to the point of suicide. “Me,” she replied. It was here that she began to cry. “I hate myself! I hate being this stupid girl that cares too much and I hate working my ass off and being nice to everyone and getting walked all over. I hate the fact that everything still goes wrong, even after I do everything to make it right. I hate the fact that I’m so weak. I hate the fact that I fall in love with men I can never be with.” It was when she said this that she looked at House. House was looking back at her with a face that showed compassion, which was very rare coming from him. “I hate the fact that no matter what I do-whether I move to the other side of the world or I stay here in Princeton-even if I push you out of my mind and tell myself and everyone else that I hate you, I can’t hate you. I hate that.” She laughed sadly and looked toward the city again. “Isn’t that so ridiculous?” She was desperately trying to stop crying.
“Is there anything that you love?” House asked sarcastically, attempting to break the tension.
Allison nodded and turned back to House. “You,” she answered simply.
She then walked back into the hospital, leaving House standing on the roof.
TBC