"Change" H/C one shot
Title: Change
Pairing: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: House doesn't belong to me :[
Summary: Not all change is bad.
Spoilers: Lines in the Sand (Episode 3x04)
A/N: I know I'm horrible, but I thought of this in church...it doesn't have anything to do with church, I'm just so obsessed with H/C that I thought of it in church (lol) When I thought it up, I loved it, but by the time I got home to write it, I had forgotten some of what I wanted in it so bear with me...okay, I'm done blabbing. Enjoy!
He’s sitting in his office, rubbing his palm over his leg. He doesn’t know why he does it anymore; he’s done it for so long that it doesn’t help the pain like it used to. He’s sweating and breathing hard and his pills are spilled all over his desk and some are on the floor. But he could care less; the vicodin doesn’t help anymore either. The pain is clouding his mind and he knows that he can’t drive home like this, home where his grey box awaits him. He begins to think about what she said to him that night.
“All change is bad. It’s not true, you know?”
He hates change but when people accuse him of just that, he tells himself that that is not the problem here, that it’s not about him hating it, it’s the fact that change-for him-is impossible. He thought that maybe the Ketamine would somehow make that different, but that failed him, too. Stacy ruined his leg and ruined his heart-the only things that kept him moving in life-and he’s sick of people telling him that he needs to change and that he needs to trust and he needs love. Because if he changed, he would trust and he would love and people break your trust and break your heart and then you’re right back to pain and hurt. He’s got enough of that already, so what’s the point in changing?
He’s so deep in thought that he doesn’t hear her enter the room. She crouches down in front of him and he looks up at her with surprise and curiosity. He looks into her eyes and he doesn’t see sympathy or worry, he sees exhaustion and curiosity and love. And he knows that he’s the cause of all three. And he has to look away, because he knows that she sees his pills scattered about and smells the scotch all over him and in the moonlight she can see his bloodshot eyes and he just can’t handle seeing love in her eyes, because he doesn’t deserve it.
She surprises him.
“What does it feel like? The pain. Does it ache, burn? Is it stabbing?” She whispers.
He looks at her for a moment.
“All three,” He breathes.
And now he can see sadness in her eyes, and he doesn’t blame her for that, because it’s not pity, it’s simply sadness.
And she surprises him again.
She leans forward and places her hands on his head and presses her lips to his forehead.
And if anyone asks, he’ll deny that in that moment, he forgot about all the pain in his leg and his heart and his life.
She stands and walks away and as he watches her, he can’t help but think that maybe she was right.
Not all change is bad.
Pairing: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: House doesn't belong to me :[
Summary: Not all change is bad.
Spoilers: Lines in the Sand (Episode 3x04)
A/N: I know I'm horrible, but I thought of this in church...it doesn't have anything to do with church, I'm just so obsessed with H/C that I thought of it in church (lol) When I thought it up, I loved it, but by the time I got home to write it, I had forgotten some of what I wanted in it so bear with me...okay, I'm done blabbing. Enjoy!
He’s sitting in his office, rubbing his palm over his leg. He doesn’t know why he does it anymore; he’s done it for so long that it doesn’t help the pain like it used to. He’s sweating and breathing hard and his pills are spilled all over his desk and some are on the floor. But he could care less; the vicodin doesn’t help anymore either. The pain is clouding his mind and he knows that he can’t drive home like this, home where his grey box awaits him. He begins to think about what she said to him that night.
“All change is bad. It’s not true, you know?”
He hates change but when people accuse him of just that, he tells himself that that is not the problem here, that it’s not about him hating it, it’s the fact that change-for him-is impossible. He thought that maybe the Ketamine would somehow make that different, but that failed him, too. Stacy ruined his leg and ruined his heart-the only things that kept him moving in life-and he’s sick of people telling him that he needs to change and that he needs to trust and he needs love. Because if he changed, he would trust and he would love and people break your trust and break your heart and then you’re right back to pain and hurt. He’s got enough of that already, so what’s the point in changing?
He’s so deep in thought that he doesn’t hear her enter the room. She crouches down in front of him and he looks up at her with surprise and curiosity. He looks into her eyes and he doesn’t see sympathy or worry, he sees exhaustion and curiosity and love. And he knows that he’s the cause of all three. And he has to look away, because he knows that she sees his pills scattered about and smells the scotch all over him and in the moonlight she can see his bloodshot eyes and he just can’t handle seeing love in her eyes, because he doesn’t deserve it.
She surprises him.
“What does it feel like? The pain. Does it ache, burn? Is it stabbing?” She whispers.
He looks at her for a moment.
“All three,” He breathes.
And now he can see sadness in her eyes, and he doesn’t blame her for that, because it’s not pity, it’s simply sadness.
And she surprises him again.
She leans forward and places her hands on his head and presses her lips to his forehead.
And if anyone asks, he’ll deny that in that moment, he forgot about all the pain in his leg and his heart and his life.
She stands and walks away and as he watches her, he can’t help but think that maybe she was right.
Not all change is bad.