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Holy CRAP! I updated Cold Hearted!!! way to go for me! liek whoa.
anyway, i like this chapter. it kind of maybe like, moves fast but whatevr. i like it. i hope you like it too =] let me know what u think please =D
Title: Cold Hearted Pt. 8/?
Author: zeppogrl7
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, except Elizabeth.
Pairings: Cameron, House/Cameron
Spoilers: None I think
Ratings: Pt: PG-13; Fic: R
Summary: Historical fic. In their small town, House is the new doctor with a mysterious past.
A/N: the next chapter will bring up the meaning of the icon.
That night was hell. Trying to hide with a hurt leg was proving to be damn near impossible and every time he tried to find a new hiding place, the men seemed to close in even more around him. It seemed like there was nowhere to go besides places he had already been, and Greg doubted very much that returning to the scene of the crime would be in any way intelligible.
As it was, he was pressed into the shadows, almost directly across the street from her home. There were men standing around the front door and there she stood, her hands on her face with tears streaming down.
As much as he hated to admit it, he was glad he made her cry. Greg had reacted the way any man would in his situation; how could someone see what he saw and remain calm?
He had to get away. Turning away, he braced his hurt leg with his hand and made his way back to James’ house.
****
Allison wiped her forehead with the back of her arm, taking a break from digging in her garden. Sitting back on her heels, she reviewed her work; dry hard ground still covered with weeds. She had neglected the garden for so long that she doubted it could even be called a garden. Needing things to occupy her mind, she had set to work on rebuilding the gardens around the small land that she now owned. The day before, she had replanted the flower garden and today she was working on the vegetable garden in the side yard.
Looking over the seeds she had, she realized she didn’t have the ones she needed. Elizabeth was already in town, playing with one of her little friends, so Allison left her things outside and headed for town.
She went to the corner store and when she walked in, it seemed as though no one was there. James was probably in the back room, she thought. The small barrels of vegetable seeds were in the corner beside a shelf. She was almost done picking out the seeds she needed when she heard people talking.
“I know how you are,”
It was James, coming out of the backroom with someone in toe. Allison peeked over the shelf and saw Dr. House standing by the door to the backroom as James began to look for something behind the counter.
“Obviously you don’t if you’re seriously thinking that I-“
“Stop.” James stood up from behind the counter and turned to face Dr. House. “You need to be careful.”
Dr. House rolled his eyes.
“You need to be careful.” James repeated. “If you became involved with anyone in any way, who knows what could happen?”
“Well it’s a good thing we don’t have to worry about what would happen.” Dr. House replied, leaning against the frame of the door.
James took a few steps to stand closer to Dr. House, lowering his voice with caution. “Listen, I know that Allison is attractive,” he began.
Allison couldn’t keep herself from smiling at the sound of that.
“But the things you’ve done… it could hurt a lot of people… if they found out.” James paused for a moment. “You don’t want to wrap more people up into that mess.”
Dr. House didn’t reply.
The smile had faded from her lips and now she was somewhere between feeling curious and cautious. As soon as the two men disappeared into the back room, she dropped the seeds back into the barrels and hurried out of the store.
At first, she didn’t know what to do. Maybe she should forget about what she heard; for all she knew it could have been heard out of context. While she was cautious about the whole situation, the side of her that always craved excitement was winning out over all.
She knew what she would do.
A few minutes later, she was on her way home to finish up her chores; she would soon have to come back to town to help run the tavern for the night.
****
It was nearly closing time for the tavern and Allison was enjoying her make-believe roll as detective. All through the night she had been observing James and Dr. House, trying as hard as she could to go unnoticed. When she had told Robert that she could help him tonight, she had said she couldn’t stay after closing to clean up; she would have to get back to Elizabeth.
The truth was that she had planned to find out a little more about Dr. House.
When the last customer was gone and the doors were closed, Allison left through a side door and crept in the shadows to follow Dr. House. He was walking alone - James had left earlier for home - and he was taking his time. She desperately wanted to catch up to him and make up an excuse to have all of his attention, but she knew that was childish.
To her ears, her shoes were making too much noise on the ground, so she removed them and carried them in her hand. That turned out to be a mistake when, a few steps later, her bare foot was sliced open on something sharp. Without thinking, she cried out and leaned over a bit to balance herself on one foot as she looked at the cut. In her pain, she had forgotten him… until his fingers wrapped around her arm to steady her.
“My foot…” she tried to explain, gasping a little from the pain in her foot. “I think glass-“
“Come on.” He said and helped her to his office.
Once inside, he closed the door and helped her over to the chair by his desk. She watched him gather a few things and then sit in front of her on a wooden stool. He pulled her bare foot into his lap and used a clean cloth and alcohol to wipe the dirt away from the cut.
She took in a quick breath as the alcohol burned her skin and when he looked up, she apologized with an embarrassed smile.
“No glass,” he said as his eyes refocused on the bottom of her foot. “It must have been a sharp rock.”
“Oh,” she said softly, trying not to show that she was enjoying the way his hands felt on her skin, even if it was her foot.
Holding her foot in his lap, he turned and picked up another, longer cloth to wrap her foot with. She watched him again; watched him gently wrap her foot with his hand cradling her ankle. She could feel her cheeks growing hot and she felt like a fool for it. When he finished, he set her foot on the floor and stood up to put things away.
“Thank you.” She smiled at his back and attempted to stand up.
He saw her standing up and hurried over to her as fast as his leg would allow. Not expecting the increased pain in her foot, she started to fall and he caught her just in time.
Again, she was embarrassed. “I’m sorry.” He helped her to stand up and held onto her to make sure she was steady. She was holding onto his shoulders for support. “Thank you… again…”
He didn’t answer, looking down at her flushed face and her blue eyes. One hand came up to the side of her neck, his thumb brushing along her jaw. Her eyes fluttered close and all the apprehension she’d felt earlier that day disappeared. Her fingers tightened on the sleeves of his shirt when his lips brushed against hers for the first time.
They kissed for a few minutes before he pulled away slightly.
“Don’t stop.” She said softly, looking up into his eyes.
Still holding onto her waist, he took a step back. Once he knew that she had her balance, he let go of her and looked away. “You should go.”
Allison tried not to seem too upset, but it was difficult. She looked down and nodded. Without a word, she picked up her shoes and left. He shut the door behind her and she stood for a moment on his front step.
She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had been attracted to him since the day he arrived in town and now he had rejected her.
Besides making her feel awful, his rejection had let her remember the conversation she’d heard earlier that day in James’ store. Now she was even more determined to find out about Dr. House’s past.
Finally, she put her shoes on and left for home.
[end pt. 8]
anyway, i like this chapter. it kind of maybe like, moves fast but whatevr. i like it. i hope you like it too =] let me know what u think please =D
Title: Cold Hearted Pt. 8/?
Author: zeppogrl7
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, except Elizabeth.
Pairings: Cameron, House/Cameron
Spoilers: None I think
Ratings: Pt: PG-13; Fic: R
Summary: Historical fic. In their small town, House is the new doctor with a mysterious past.
A/N: the next chapter will bring up the meaning of the icon.
That night was hell. Trying to hide with a hurt leg was proving to be damn near impossible and every time he tried to find a new hiding place, the men seemed to close in even more around him. It seemed like there was nowhere to go besides places he had already been, and Greg doubted very much that returning to the scene of the crime would be in any way intelligible.
As it was, he was pressed into the shadows, almost directly across the street from her home. There were men standing around the front door and there she stood, her hands on her face with tears streaming down.
As much as he hated to admit it, he was glad he made her cry. Greg had reacted the way any man would in his situation; how could someone see what he saw and remain calm?
He had to get away. Turning away, he braced his hurt leg with his hand and made his way back to James’ house.
****
Allison wiped her forehead with the back of her arm, taking a break from digging in her garden. Sitting back on her heels, she reviewed her work; dry hard ground still covered with weeds. She had neglected the garden for so long that she doubted it could even be called a garden. Needing things to occupy her mind, she had set to work on rebuilding the gardens around the small land that she now owned. The day before, she had replanted the flower garden and today she was working on the vegetable garden in the side yard.
Looking over the seeds she had, she realized she didn’t have the ones she needed. Elizabeth was already in town, playing with one of her little friends, so Allison left her things outside and headed for town.
She went to the corner store and when she walked in, it seemed as though no one was there. James was probably in the back room, she thought. The small barrels of vegetable seeds were in the corner beside a shelf. She was almost done picking out the seeds she needed when she heard people talking.
“I know how you are,”
It was James, coming out of the backroom with someone in toe. Allison peeked over the shelf and saw Dr. House standing by the door to the backroom as James began to look for something behind the counter.
“Obviously you don’t if you’re seriously thinking that I-“
“Stop.” James stood up from behind the counter and turned to face Dr. House. “You need to be careful.”
Dr. House rolled his eyes.
“You need to be careful.” James repeated. “If you became involved with anyone in any way, who knows what could happen?”
“Well it’s a good thing we don’t have to worry about what would happen.” Dr. House replied, leaning against the frame of the door.
James took a few steps to stand closer to Dr. House, lowering his voice with caution. “Listen, I know that Allison is attractive,” he began.
Allison couldn’t keep herself from smiling at the sound of that.
“But the things you’ve done… it could hurt a lot of people… if they found out.” James paused for a moment. “You don’t want to wrap more people up into that mess.”
Dr. House didn’t reply.
The smile had faded from her lips and now she was somewhere between feeling curious and cautious. As soon as the two men disappeared into the back room, she dropped the seeds back into the barrels and hurried out of the store.
At first, she didn’t know what to do. Maybe she should forget about what she heard; for all she knew it could have been heard out of context. While she was cautious about the whole situation, the side of her that always craved excitement was winning out over all.
She knew what she would do.
A few minutes later, she was on her way home to finish up her chores; she would soon have to come back to town to help run the tavern for the night.
****
It was nearly closing time for the tavern and Allison was enjoying her make-believe roll as detective. All through the night she had been observing James and Dr. House, trying as hard as she could to go unnoticed. When she had told Robert that she could help him tonight, she had said she couldn’t stay after closing to clean up; she would have to get back to Elizabeth.
The truth was that she had planned to find out a little more about Dr. House.
When the last customer was gone and the doors were closed, Allison left through a side door and crept in the shadows to follow Dr. House. He was walking alone - James had left earlier for home - and he was taking his time. She desperately wanted to catch up to him and make up an excuse to have all of his attention, but she knew that was childish.
To her ears, her shoes were making too much noise on the ground, so she removed them and carried them in her hand. That turned out to be a mistake when, a few steps later, her bare foot was sliced open on something sharp. Without thinking, she cried out and leaned over a bit to balance herself on one foot as she looked at the cut. In her pain, she had forgotten him… until his fingers wrapped around her arm to steady her.
“My foot…” she tried to explain, gasping a little from the pain in her foot. “I think glass-“
“Come on.” He said and helped her to his office.
Once inside, he closed the door and helped her over to the chair by his desk. She watched him gather a few things and then sit in front of her on a wooden stool. He pulled her bare foot into his lap and used a clean cloth and alcohol to wipe the dirt away from the cut.
She took in a quick breath as the alcohol burned her skin and when he looked up, she apologized with an embarrassed smile.
“No glass,” he said as his eyes refocused on the bottom of her foot. “It must have been a sharp rock.”
“Oh,” she said softly, trying not to show that she was enjoying the way his hands felt on her skin, even if it was her foot.
Holding her foot in his lap, he turned and picked up another, longer cloth to wrap her foot with. She watched him again; watched him gently wrap her foot with his hand cradling her ankle. She could feel her cheeks growing hot and she felt like a fool for it. When he finished, he set her foot on the floor and stood up to put things away.
“Thank you.” She smiled at his back and attempted to stand up.
He saw her standing up and hurried over to her as fast as his leg would allow. Not expecting the increased pain in her foot, she started to fall and he caught her just in time.
Again, she was embarrassed. “I’m sorry.” He helped her to stand up and held onto her to make sure she was steady. She was holding onto his shoulders for support. “Thank you… again…”
He didn’t answer, looking down at her flushed face and her blue eyes. One hand came up to the side of her neck, his thumb brushing along her jaw. Her eyes fluttered close and all the apprehension she’d felt earlier that day disappeared. Her fingers tightened on the sleeves of his shirt when his lips brushed against hers for the first time.
They kissed for a few minutes before he pulled away slightly.
“Don’t stop.” She said softly, looking up into his eyes.
Still holding onto her waist, he took a step back. Once he knew that she had her balance, he let go of her and looked away. “You should go.”
Allison tried not to seem too upset, but it was difficult. She looked down and nodded. Without a word, she picked up her shoes and left. He shut the door behind her and she stood for a moment on his front step.
She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had been attracted to him since the day he arrived in town and now he had rejected her.
Besides making her feel awful, his rejection had let her remember the conversation she’d heard earlier that day in James’ store. Now she was even more determined to find out about Dr. House’s past.
Finally, she put her shoes on and left for home.
[end pt. 8]