this might be the end
Title: this might be the end
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own
Cameron was sitting in her office of the immunology department, filling out paperwork on her last patient that recovered successfully. It was the best feeling she had in a while considering her current situation but the incessant phone calls she was getting were interrupting the good mood. For a brief moment, Cameron was able to relax and feel at ease before finally answering her cell phone.
Wilson and House were eating lunch in the cafeteria gossiping about the two nurses who were arguing over the surgeon, Dr. Bower. Apparently he was having an affair with both at the same time while his wife was completely oblivious to her husband’s infidelity. It was quite entertaining for House.
Then there was the less interesting topic which was Wilson’s new girlfriend.
“So how long do you think this thing will last,” House asked after taking a bite of his reuben.
“I’m not putting a time limit on this one. Linda’s great, funny, smart. It could turn into something.”
“Yeah, so what’s the deal with her?”
“What are you talking about,” asked a clearly confused Wilson.
“Come on. How many times do I have to say it before you finally admit it, you’re attracted to needy people and after one date your telling me that it can turn into something,” Wilson attempted to talk over him, but House continued “So what‘s her problem?”
“You’re just being an ass because right now your life sucks.” House didn’t acknowledge Wilson’s remark and focused on the people around him before answering,
“I’m always an ass.” The rest of their lunch was eaten in silence.
An hour later, getting off the elevator, Cameron closed her eyes and massaged her right temple then went on her way to finish her clinic hours for the day. The past four weeks were difficult and tiring, to say the least. Work was tougher than usual and she found it annoying to have several of her colleagues letting her know that they were there for her. It was bull shit. They just wanted to get the juicy details and she knew it.
Signing in with Brenda, she saw Wilson walking out of an exam room. Knowing it was juvenile, she rested her hand on the side of her face to block Wilson’s view. It was a pathetic attempt but she really didn’t want to talk to him at the moment. After grabbing a patient’s folder, she turned and found him standing next to her.
“Hey.” Cameron forced a smile, “Hi Wilson.”
It was awkward and by the way he tensed, she knew that he felt it too. Neither wanted to be rude and walk away but there really was nothing to say. Holding up the folder, Cameron faked another smile,
“Patient.” He nodded. As he watched her head to one of the exam rooms he called out to her, “Could we talk later?”
Hesitating she answered, “Sure,” and walked into the exam room.
House was playing gameboy in his office when he heard the blinds and turned to see Wilson walking in.
“I closed those for a reason.”
“Yes I’m sure, but you didn’t lock the door,” pausing his game he stared at the ground and to Wilson.
“I did lock it.”
Shrugging, “I stole a key from Cuddy’s desk.” House couldn’t stop his grin and put the game back in his desk before adjusting his chair so he was facing Wilson.
“Let’s get this over with because if you’re here for the reason I think you are, you might as well leave. I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
“I’m having dinner with her tonight.”
“Who‘s her," he asked curiously until his memory came back, "Ah, Linda-”
“No Cameron.” House’s jaw clenched at the sound of her name and Wilson noticed it instantly.
“If you don’t want me to-”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“House.”
“Are you deaf? You can do what you want. I wouldn't want to stop you from being unfaithful then where would we be?” Grabbing his cane, he stood and left, leaving Wilson standing in the middle of his office.
As House walked down the hall, he saw Cameron turn the corner. There was no closet or room close enough for him to hide in and she already saw him heading towards her. Before saying anything, he wanted to see how she’d react, which was to look down at the file she held in her hand and ignore him. Great. He was fine with that. After they passed he saw her look back at him through the reflection of the glass wall.
“House,” he slowed his pace but didn’t turn around. If she wanted to talk to him, she could put in the effort.
“How late do you think you’ll be here tonight?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“Will you stop being difficult and answer the damn question.”
“That time of the month again isn’t it.” She knew he was trying to piss her off and wasn’t going to indulge him so she smiled.
“Since you don’t have a patient I was going to have you sign off on a few things since you always seem to be too busy to come do it yourself.”
“Riiight. I won’t be around. I have a date tonight,” and walked away. It was obviously a lie and she probably knew it but he had to put some space between them immediately before things got carried away, finding themselves arguing about something ridiculous.
During dinner, Wilson’s pager kept going off. It was House so he ignored the them and after a few pages, House started calling every five minutes. Annoyed, he turned it off his cell and pager. If the hospital needed him, they knew what restaurant he was at.
“I talked to my lawyer today. She agreed to bring the papers to the hospital next week,” Cameron said.
“Really? I’m guessing you can’t wait to get this over with.”
“Yeah.” Their conversations were short, little spurts here and there. It was just to break the silence after it became too much. Once the talking stopped the awkward tension would build again until either said something completely pointless.
“Cameron, I think you know the real reason why I asked you to dinner.” She nodded.
“Have you guys even talked about this? You know the house, money, the car-”
“The place was his to begin with. The car is mine and I don’t want any money from him. I hope that he isn’t the type to try and take anything from me.”
“He wouldn’t do that. This is going pretty smooth compared to my divorces.”
“It could if he would just sign the damn papers and let me get the rest of my things. He keeps telling me that he doesn’t want me anywhere near his place. I let him know that Foreman could stop by; he didn’t like that. I even asked him to have you bring me my things which he obviously never did.”
“Isn’t that telling you something?”
“Yeah. That he’s still a selfish, miserable, ass hole who’s trying to make this as difficult as possible to amuse himself. I can’t believe I married him.”
“You loved him. He loved you.”
“Sometimes I wonder.”
“You shouldn’t. He asked you to marry him. Five years with Stacy and they had never really talked about marriage. A year and a half with you and…If you had seen him when he picked out the ring.”
“Please, Wilson. I don’t want to do this right now.”
“Sorry. Just not used to this happening to other people.” Cameron laughed and Wilson smiled. They didn’t talk about Cameron and House’s divorce the rest of the night.
Wilson’s plan hadn’t worked. House still loved Cameron, but was stubborn enough to let her get away. He didn’t understand it. Maybe it was out of embarrassment or perhaps it was because House didn’t want people’s pity. If he pretended to want this divorce as much as she did, then people would forget about it. Or it could be fear of rejection again. Cameron was the one to initiate the divorce so why would she agree to stay if House asked her?
Wilson thought back on that one night in House’s office a few weeks back. They were arguing over House’s current case.
“The patient doesn’t have cervical caner!”
“House all the symptoms are there! Vaginal bleeding-”
“Yeah you’re a doctor. That sounds like her period to me.”
“No it’s not. Abnormal vaginal bleeding and I stress the abnormal part. She’s always sleeping when we walk in to run a test, never hungry, constant back pain and that bleeding that you so ‘brilliantly’ diagnosed as her period would be her third of the month. Now, you’re a doctor-”
“Yeahyeahyeahyeah.”
“We should do a Colposcopy to confirm the cancer.”
“You’re just wasting your time!”
“It’s cervical cancer House! Quit making up possibilities because you don’t want to deal with what’s going on in your life! You’re getting divorced!”
“I KNOW!” pause, “I know.” House turned away from Wilson and stared out onto his balcony, “I don’t want it to end.”
“What? I thought you-”
“She’s the one who wants the divorce.” Wilson rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of how to respond. He was shocked, for lack of a better term. Before he could question this, House told him to go run the test.
The next morning, House went on his balcony, climbed over to Wilson’s office. Wilson jumped in his seat when the door opened.
“So how was the dinner,” House asked as he took a seat in front of the desk.
“The food was good, but the sound of my pager for the first half hour was a real downer.”
“What did she say about me?” House was twirling the cane through his fingers and reached for Wilson's sandwich, taking a large bite out of it.
“Who said we talked about you? Just two friends catching up over dinner.”
“Oh shut up. I told you what I want and you being you probably tried to fix everything. Since you don’t seem too proud of yourself I’m guessing that the divorce is still on.”
“Don’t get pissed off at me. If you want things to work out you’re going to have to talk to her. I tried.”
“How can I? She got tired of me. I knew she would… I didn’t change.”
“You sure about that?”
“What did she say?” Leaning back in his chair, Wilson folded his hands in his lap, “At some point, she…questioned your feelings for her. I don’t know if it’s because you two are in the middle of a divorce and she’s stressed, but you really need to talk to her. And I don’t mean push her buttons ‘til you two are at each other’s throats.” House glared at him but he knew he was right.
“Do you think it’ll work,” asked House as nonchalantly as possible but Wilson detected the nervousness in his voice.
“I honestly don’t know.” Nodding, House walked out and sat on his balcony with his I-pod, bouncing the tennis ball against the wall, debating if he should go through with this divorce or not.
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own
Cameron was sitting in her office of the immunology department, filling out paperwork on her last patient that recovered successfully. It was the best feeling she had in a while considering her current situation but the incessant phone calls she was getting were interrupting the good mood. For a brief moment, Cameron was able to relax and feel at ease before finally answering her cell phone.
Wilson and House were eating lunch in the cafeteria gossiping about the two nurses who were arguing over the surgeon, Dr. Bower. Apparently he was having an affair with both at the same time while his wife was completely oblivious to her husband’s infidelity. It was quite entertaining for House.
Then there was the less interesting topic which was Wilson’s new girlfriend.
“So how long do you think this thing will last,” House asked after taking a bite of his reuben.
“I’m not putting a time limit on this one. Linda’s great, funny, smart. It could turn into something.”
“Yeah, so what’s the deal with her?”
“What are you talking about,” asked a clearly confused Wilson.
“Come on. How many times do I have to say it before you finally admit it, you’re attracted to needy people and after one date your telling me that it can turn into something,” Wilson attempted to talk over him, but House continued “So what‘s her problem?”
“You’re just being an ass because right now your life sucks.” House didn’t acknowledge Wilson’s remark and focused on the people around him before answering,
“I’m always an ass.” The rest of their lunch was eaten in silence.
An hour later, getting off the elevator, Cameron closed her eyes and massaged her right temple then went on her way to finish her clinic hours for the day. The past four weeks were difficult and tiring, to say the least. Work was tougher than usual and she found it annoying to have several of her colleagues letting her know that they were there for her. It was bull shit. They just wanted to get the juicy details and she knew it.
Signing in with Brenda, she saw Wilson walking out of an exam room. Knowing it was juvenile, she rested her hand on the side of her face to block Wilson’s view. It was a pathetic attempt but she really didn’t want to talk to him at the moment. After grabbing a patient’s folder, she turned and found him standing next to her.
“Hey.” Cameron forced a smile, “Hi Wilson.”
It was awkward and by the way he tensed, she knew that he felt it too. Neither wanted to be rude and walk away but there really was nothing to say. Holding up the folder, Cameron faked another smile,
“Patient.” He nodded. As he watched her head to one of the exam rooms he called out to her, “Could we talk later?”
Hesitating she answered, “Sure,” and walked into the exam room.
House was playing gameboy in his office when he heard the blinds and turned to see Wilson walking in.
“I closed those for a reason.”
“Yes I’m sure, but you didn’t lock the door,” pausing his game he stared at the ground and to Wilson.
“I did lock it.”
Shrugging, “I stole a key from Cuddy’s desk.” House couldn’t stop his grin and put the game back in his desk before adjusting his chair so he was facing Wilson.
“Let’s get this over with because if you’re here for the reason I think you are, you might as well leave. I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
“I’m having dinner with her tonight.”
“Who‘s her," he asked curiously until his memory came back, "Ah, Linda-”
“No Cameron.” House’s jaw clenched at the sound of her name and Wilson noticed it instantly.
“If you don’t want me to-”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“House.”
“Are you deaf? You can do what you want. I wouldn't want to stop you from being unfaithful then where would we be?” Grabbing his cane, he stood and left, leaving Wilson standing in the middle of his office.
As House walked down the hall, he saw Cameron turn the corner. There was no closet or room close enough for him to hide in and she already saw him heading towards her. Before saying anything, he wanted to see how she’d react, which was to look down at the file she held in her hand and ignore him. Great. He was fine with that. After they passed he saw her look back at him through the reflection of the glass wall.
“House,” he slowed his pace but didn’t turn around. If she wanted to talk to him, she could put in the effort.
“How late do you think you’ll be here tonight?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“Will you stop being difficult and answer the damn question.”
“That time of the month again isn’t it.” She knew he was trying to piss her off and wasn’t going to indulge him so she smiled.
“Since you don’t have a patient I was going to have you sign off on a few things since you always seem to be too busy to come do it yourself.”
“Riiight. I won’t be around. I have a date tonight,” and walked away. It was obviously a lie and she probably knew it but he had to put some space between them immediately before things got carried away, finding themselves arguing about something ridiculous.
During dinner, Wilson’s pager kept going off. It was House so he ignored the them and after a few pages, House started calling every five minutes. Annoyed, he turned it off his cell and pager. If the hospital needed him, they knew what restaurant he was at.
“I talked to my lawyer today. She agreed to bring the papers to the hospital next week,” Cameron said.
“Really? I’m guessing you can’t wait to get this over with.”
“Yeah.” Their conversations were short, little spurts here and there. It was just to break the silence after it became too much. Once the talking stopped the awkward tension would build again until either said something completely pointless.
“Cameron, I think you know the real reason why I asked you to dinner.” She nodded.
“Have you guys even talked about this? You know the house, money, the car-”
“The place was his to begin with. The car is mine and I don’t want any money from him. I hope that he isn’t the type to try and take anything from me.”
“He wouldn’t do that. This is going pretty smooth compared to my divorces.”
“It could if he would just sign the damn papers and let me get the rest of my things. He keeps telling me that he doesn’t want me anywhere near his place. I let him know that Foreman could stop by; he didn’t like that. I even asked him to have you bring me my things which he obviously never did.”
“Isn’t that telling you something?”
“Yeah. That he’s still a selfish, miserable, ass hole who’s trying to make this as difficult as possible to amuse himself. I can’t believe I married him.”
“You loved him. He loved you.”
“Sometimes I wonder.”
“You shouldn’t. He asked you to marry him. Five years with Stacy and they had never really talked about marriage. A year and a half with you and…If you had seen him when he picked out the ring.”
“Please, Wilson. I don’t want to do this right now.”
“Sorry. Just not used to this happening to other people.” Cameron laughed and Wilson smiled. They didn’t talk about Cameron and House’s divorce the rest of the night.
Wilson’s plan hadn’t worked. House still loved Cameron, but was stubborn enough to let her get away. He didn’t understand it. Maybe it was out of embarrassment or perhaps it was because House didn’t want people’s pity. If he pretended to want this divorce as much as she did, then people would forget about it. Or it could be fear of rejection again. Cameron was the one to initiate the divorce so why would she agree to stay if House asked her?
Wilson thought back on that one night in House’s office a few weeks back. They were arguing over House’s current case.
“The patient doesn’t have cervical caner!”
“House all the symptoms are there! Vaginal bleeding-”
“Yeah you’re a doctor. That sounds like her period to me.”
“No it’s not. Abnormal vaginal bleeding and I stress the abnormal part. She’s always sleeping when we walk in to run a test, never hungry, constant back pain and that bleeding that you so ‘brilliantly’ diagnosed as her period would be her third of the month. Now, you’re a doctor-”
“Yeahyeahyeahyeah.”
“We should do a Colposcopy to confirm the cancer.”
“You’re just wasting your time!”
“It’s cervical cancer House! Quit making up possibilities because you don’t want to deal with what’s going on in your life! You’re getting divorced!”
“I KNOW!” pause, “I know.” House turned away from Wilson and stared out onto his balcony, “I don’t want it to end.”
“What? I thought you-”
“She’s the one who wants the divorce.” Wilson rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of how to respond. He was shocked, for lack of a better term. Before he could question this, House told him to go run the test.
The next morning, House went on his balcony, climbed over to Wilson’s office. Wilson jumped in his seat when the door opened.
“So how was the dinner,” House asked as he took a seat in front of the desk.
“The food was good, but the sound of my pager for the first half hour was a real downer.”
“What did she say about me?” House was twirling the cane through his fingers and reached for Wilson's sandwich, taking a large bite out of it.
“Who said we talked about you? Just two friends catching up over dinner.”
“Oh shut up. I told you what I want and you being you probably tried to fix everything. Since you don’t seem too proud of yourself I’m guessing that the divorce is still on.”
“Don’t get pissed off at me. If you want things to work out you’re going to have to talk to her. I tried.”
“How can I? She got tired of me. I knew she would… I didn’t change.”
“You sure about that?”
“What did she say?” Leaning back in his chair, Wilson folded his hands in his lap, “At some point, she…questioned your feelings for her. I don’t know if it’s because you two are in the middle of a divorce and she’s stressed, but you really need to talk to her. And I don’t mean push her buttons ‘til you two are at each other’s throats.” House glared at him but he knew he was right.
“Do you think it’ll work,” asked House as nonchalantly as possible but Wilson detected the nervousness in his voice.
“I honestly don’t know.” Nodding, House walked out and sat on his balcony with his I-pod, bouncing the tennis ball against the wall, debating if he should go through with this divorce or not.