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TITLE: Obliteration
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: House/Cameron
RATING: R for content
SUMMARY: He’d never signed the medical proxy forms.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
NOTES: Deathfic. I wrote this a long time ago, might as well share it.
Dr House and Staff.
His office was dark, blinds closed. His iPod lay on the desk, music coming from forgotten ear buds. His phone beeped at him; he removed the back of it and dropped the battery into his cup of coffee.
A letter. A fucking letter addressed to Dr House even, not even fucking Greg - Dr House and Staff, like Chase and Foreman meant nothing, were nothing and by the way she’s dead. Sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. Cameron.
He leaned back in the chair, eyes closed. He could see her better like this, alone in his office than he could at home where her shampoo still sat in the bathroom. Could see her in her lab coat and girly shirts, her hair pulled back in barrettes and her glasses perched on her nose.
Not at home, naked, laying across his bed, grinning toothily at him while her hand inched down her stomach teasingly.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you…
Like he was just her colleague. Like he just worked with her. He wondered if Wilson and Cuddy had gotten letters too.
Dead. And he hadn’t been there. Didn’t need him; already knew what was wrong with her. Already knew she wasn’t coming home…already knew she was dying.
And still. He hadn’t been there. The older boyfriend - older lover just wanted her for fucking, almost ruined her reputation. How had she become head of Immunology? Fucked her boss. Keep him away from our daughter, bring her home. Bring her home to die.
He’d never signed the medical proxy forms. Sat on his desk a week before they…fuck.
Alone. The walls closed in and he could see her in that red dress, see it in a pile on the floor and hear her laugh when he tickled her.
Never again…never gonna make her laugh…never gonna make her smile, never going to eat bad Chinese food naked in bed, never gonna snark at bad movies, never gonna kiss the soft spot behind her ear make her gaspbegscream whisper his name.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you of our daughter’s passing…
Daughter. Widow. Doctor. Sister. Cousin. Niece.
Like the past four years had meant nothing. Like she hadn’t been the center of his world, though he’d never told anyone. He’d hardly told her, much less anyone else. He should have. Should have at least told her more, should have given her the ring he’d bought. Should have fucking asked her.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you of our daughter’s passing after a short battle with ovarian cancer. In lieu of flowers we ask that donations be made to the Children’s Cancer Center…
He wasn’t invited. Instead of attending her wake, her funeral, having one last chance to see her, tell her family what she really meant to him, he was apparently supposed to send fucking flowers. The note said otherwise, but he knew what her parents would expect.
Probably fucking roses, which she always hated. Something…expected.
She’d want lilies, weird colored ones, or dandelions picked from the lawn after he’d screwed up again. She always forgave him, always took him back, always smiled and told him she loved him. Sometimes he said it back.
She hated roses.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you of our daughter’s passing after a short battle with ovarian cancer. In lieu of flowers, we ask that donations be made to the Children’s Cancer Center. Our daughter very much enjoyed her time at PPTH and we thank you for the opportunities presented to her…
Like she hadn’t earned every single one of those opportunities, from her Fellowship on up. Nothing had been handed to her; she’d never once used her relationship with him to get anywhere - and honestly, after her fellowship, their relationship had held her back more than pushed her forward.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you of our daughter’s passing after a short battle with ovarian cancer. In lieu of flowers, we ask that donations be made to the Children’s Cancer Center. Our daughter very much enjoyed her time at PPTH and we thank you for the opportunities presented to her.
Sincerely,
Allen & Catherine Cameron
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: House/Cameron
RATING: R for content
SUMMARY: He’d never signed the medical proxy forms.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
NOTES: Deathfic. I wrote this a long time ago, might as well share it.
Dr House and Staff.
His office was dark, blinds closed. His iPod lay on the desk, music coming from forgotten ear buds. His phone beeped at him; he removed the back of it and dropped the battery into his cup of coffee.
A letter. A fucking letter addressed to Dr House even, not even fucking Greg - Dr House and Staff, like Chase and Foreman meant nothing, were nothing and by the way she’s dead. Sincerely, Mr. and Mrs. Cameron.
He leaned back in the chair, eyes closed. He could see her better like this, alone in his office than he could at home where her shampoo still sat in the bathroom. Could see her in her lab coat and girly shirts, her hair pulled back in barrettes and her glasses perched on her nose.
Not at home, naked, laying across his bed, grinning toothily at him while her hand inched down her stomach teasingly.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you…
Like he was just her colleague. Like he just worked with her. He wondered if Wilson and Cuddy had gotten letters too.
Dead. And he hadn’t been there. Didn’t need him; already knew what was wrong with her. Already knew she wasn’t coming home…already knew she was dying.
And still. He hadn’t been there. The older boyfriend - older lover just wanted her for fucking, almost ruined her reputation. How had she become head of Immunology? Fucked her boss. Keep him away from our daughter, bring her home. Bring her home to die.
He’d never signed the medical proxy forms. Sat on his desk a week before they…fuck.
Alone. The walls closed in and he could see her in that red dress, see it in a pile on the floor and hear her laugh when he tickled her.
Never again…never gonna make her laugh…never gonna make her smile, never going to eat bad Chinese food naked in bed, never gonna snark at bad movies, never gonna kiss the soft spot behind her ear make her gaspbegscream whisper his name.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you of our daughter’s passing…
Daughter. Widow. Doctor. Sister. Cousin. Niece.
Like the past four years had meant nothing. Like she hadn’t been the center of his world, though he’d never told anyone. He’d hardly told her, much less anyone else. He should have. Should have at least told her more, should have given her the ring he’d bought. Should have fucking asked her.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you of our daughter’s passing after a short battle with ovarian cancer. In lieu of flowers we ask that donations be made to the Children’s Cancer Center…
He wasn’t invited. Instead of attending her wake, her funeral, having one last chance to see her, tell her family what she really meant to him, he was apparently supposed to send fucking flowers. The note said otherwise, but he knew what her parents would expect.
Probably fucking roses, which she always hated. Something…expected.
She’d want lilies, weird colored ones, or dandelions picked from the lawn after he’d screwed up again. She always forgave him, always took him back, always smiled and told him she loved him. Sometimes he said it back.
She hated roses.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you of our daughter’s passing after a short battle with ovarian cancer. In lieu of flowers, we ask that donations be made to the Children’s Cancer Center. Our daughter very much enjoyed her time at PPTH and we thank you for the opportunities presented to her…
Like she hadn’t earned every single one of those opportunities, from her Fellowship on up. Nothing had been handed to her; she’d never once used her relationship with him to get anywhere - and honestly, after her fellowship, their relationship had held her back more than pushed her forward.
Dr House and Staff. We are sad to inform you of our daughter’s passing after a short battle with ovarian cancer. In lieu of flowers, we ask that donations be made to the Children’s Cancer Center. Our daughter very much enjoyed her time at PPTH and we thank you for the opportunities presented to her.
Sincerely,
Allen & Catherine Cameron