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Title: Illogical Maybes
Author: rolleson
Fandom: House
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: House/Cameron, Chase/Cameron
Spoilers: Season Four. All the way up to House's head.
Warnings: None.
Summery: She wasn't going to dump Chase just because she and House had gone out for one drink.
Notes: Part Three after i. You Can Never Be Too Careful and ii. Treading Water. 1099 words. Thanks to athousandsmiles for the inspiration on this.
She wasn't going to dump Chase just because she and House had gone out for one drink and the outing (date/drink/whatever) had been mostly successful. She wasn't going to, but she wanted to. But then, part of wanted to drop to her knees and confess her undying love for House. She was pathetic like that, and that's really what she hated about him, and that's why she didn't miss him. She didn't miss loving him, and not being with him, just what it did to her. Down in the ER, and with Chase, she was distracted.
Which didn't explain why she had gone on a drink with him, or maybe it did. Her brain got a little fuzzy when it came to House. Which was pathetic, and she hated him for it.
Loved him for it.
It did explain why she was opening the door to his office smiling shyly at him.
"Hey," she said making him look up at the sound of her voice. He nodded, trying to look impassive which he was finding hard for once. Even withblonde hair she still looked like she belonged there.
"ER's a couple of floors down," he said, looking back at his medical journal.
"What are you reading?"
"Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology." He held it up so she could see.
"What are you really reading?" she asked again, hands on her hips.
"Spiderman, Mary Jane is hot." She laughed as he edged the comic up from behind the journal. "No file, so you're not here with a case."
"Check up," she said, holding up a bandage and a pack of steri-strips.
"Can't tend to yourself Dr. Cameron?" She ignored, trying to think of a different answer than 'I just want you to touch me again'. He nodded and stood up, limping around the desk to sit on a chair on the other side. 'You just want me to touch you again', he thought, which was fine to him, because he felt the same and was almost disappointed when she sat next to him and rolled her own sleeve up.
Their drink had been a couple of days ago, and since then, they'd been busy. Well, she had been busy, House had been House.
"How's the ER?" he asked, unwrapping the bandage from her arm.
"Busy, how's diagnostics?"
"We have two patients. At once! Damn Cuddy and her power mongering."
"I'm sure you'll manage," she said smiling.
"Care to lend a hand?"
"I'm already doing your paperwork."
"Only cause Thirteen..."
"She has a name," she interrupted, hissing when he prodded at her cut.
"And Taub won't do it. And Kutner's a moron."
"And Foreman?"
"Brother's don't do the white man's paperwork," he said with a smile, "no infection," he added, running a finger around her cut, "you heal quickly."
"Is that a compliment?" He always made it hard to tell, but there had been more and more of his own special brand of compliments lately.
"It's a good thing," he said, "especially for someone who refuses to give drugs to crazy people."
"Which is bad new for you," she said with a grin and a blush, making House smirk. She watched his hands as he checked her wound, trying not to let her mind think of anything other than the fact he was dressing a wound. It was hard though, with his low careful movements. She loved the attention he was giving her, and was ready to drop to her knees again.
"Want to go for another drink?" he asked, his voice low, his face steel. Cameron hated that look, didn't miss that look.
"Okay," she said, smiling. His eyes flitted up to meet hers, then away again. "When?"
"When my patients die or are cured. Which ever comes first." She didn't want to smile at his cavalier attitude to his patient care, but couldn't help it.
"Good motivation to treat them though."
"Or kill them," she frowned at that, "no conjugal visit fantasies, no?"
"No."
"Just Cuddy then."
"Come find me when your patients have been discharged," she said, patting his knee and standing up. She turned around and froze when she saw Chase on the other side of the glass wall. The look he gave her and the pang of guilt that shot through her, made her feel like she'd been caught in bed with House.
"I'll see you later," his gruff voice brought her out of the moment and, on quick feet, she left his office and went up to Chase, kissing him on the cheek. He didn't react, and gave House a last look before they walked down the corridor together.
"I thought we were having lunch," the younger man said.
"We are, I just needed my bandage changing, and I knew House wouldn't be busy..." she trailed off, the half-lie made her feel sick.
"I would've done it," he said, looking at the white bandage. She hastily pulled it down.
"It's fine."
"Is something going on between you two?" His accent went up an octave with the accusation.
"No!" she cried stopping before the elevator, hands on hips. "We had one drink, and he dressed my cut." He slammed the button for the elevator, forehead furrowed.
"I thought you were over him."
"I am, I can't be his friend?"
"House doesn't have friends."
"Maybe he's changed," she said, not quite believing it, "maybe I've changed too."
"You have changed," Chase said stepping into the empty elevator. Cameron hesitated, then followed him in, standing a little forward of him as he leaned back against the wall. "We've both changed now we're out of his clutches."
"Clutches? Chase, he's not a megalomaniac." She definitely didn't believe that.
"It's House! Just because he's not in comics or films doesn't mean he's not a megalomaniac," Chase said, smiling. She smiled back, and it was true, they had both changed in the past few months, without House hanging over them, and she wasn't sure she wanted to go back to the person she was. "House has not changed," he continued following her out of the elevator.
"Maybe."
They walked out of the hospital and she looped her arm with his, walking close to him. She shouldn't dump Chase based on one drink and maybes, that was logical but she was a romantic, sometimes, and love wasn't always logical.
House had his own brand of logic that defied normal rules.
"You going to have another drink with him?" Chase asked, pulling her even closer, so that she was tripping over him almost, "as his new friend?"
"Maybe."
Author: rolleson
Fandom: House
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: House/Cameron, Chase/Cameron
Spoilers: Season Four. All the way up to House's head.
Warnings: None.
Summery: She wasn't going to dump Chase just because she and House had gone out for one drink.
Notes: Part Three after i. You Can Never Be Too Careful and ii. Treading Water. 1099 words. Thanks to athousandsmiles for the inspiration on this.
She wasn't going to dump Chase just because she and House had gone out for one drink and the outing (date/drink/whatever) had been mostly successful. She wasn't going to, but she wanted to. But then, part of wanted to drop to her knees and confess her undying love for House. She was pathetic like that, and that's really what she hated about him, and that's why she didn't miss him. She didn't miss loving him, and not being with him, just what it did to her. Down in the ER, and with Chase, she was distracted.
Which didn't explain why she had gone on a drink with him, or maybe it did. Her brain got a little fuzzy when it came to House. Which was pathetic, and she hated him for it.
Loved him for it.
It did explain why she was opening the door to his office smiling shyly at him.
"Hey," she said making him look up at the sound of her voice. He nodded, trying to look impassive which he was finding hard for once. Even withblonde hair she still looked like she belonged there.
"ER's a couple of floors down," he said, looking back at his medical journal.
"What are you reading?"
"Journal of Allergy and Clinical Immunology." He held it up so she could see.
"What are you really reading?" she asked again, hands on her hips.
"Spiderman, Mary Jane is hot." She laughed as he edged the comic up from behind the journal. "No file, so you're not here with a case."
"Check up," she said, holding up a bandage and a pack of steri-strips.
"Can't tend to yourself Dr. Cameron?" She ignored, trying to think of a different answer than 'I just want you to touch me again'. He nodded and stood up, limping around the desk to sit on a chair on the other side. 'You just want me to touch you again', he thought, which was fine to him, because he felt the same and was almost disappointed when she sat next to him and rolled her own sleeve up.
Their drink had been a couple of days ago, and since then, they'd been busy. Well, she had been busy, House had been House.
"How's the ER?" he asked, unwrapping the bandage from her arm.
"Busy, how's diagnostics?"
"We have two patients. At once! Damn Cuddy and her power mongering."
"I'm sure you'll manage," she said smiling.
"Care to lend a hand?"
"I'm already doing your paperwork."
"Only cause Thirteen..."
"She has a name," she interrupted, hissing when he prodded at her cut.
"And Taub won't do it. And Kutner's a moron."
"And Foreman?"
"Brother's don't do the white man's paperwork," he said with a smile, "no infection," he added, running a finger around her cut, "you heal quickly."
"Is that a compliment?" He always made it hard to tell, but there had been more and more of his own special brand of compliments lately.
"It's a good thing," he said, "especially for someone who refuses to give drugs to crazy people."
"Which is bad new for you," she said with a grin and a blush, making House smirk. She watched his hands as he checked her wound, trying not to let her mind think of anything other than the fact he was dressing a wound. It was hard though, with his low careful movements. She loved the attention he was giving her, and was ready to drop to her knees again.
"Want to go for another drink?" he asked, his voice low, his face steel. Cameron hated that look, didn't miss that look.
"Okay," she said, smiling. His eyes flitted up to meet hers, then away again. "When?"
"When my patients die or are cured. Which ever comes first." She didn't want to smile at his cavalier attitude to his patient care, but couldn't help it.
"Good motivation to treat them though."
"Or kill them," she frowned at that, "no conjugal visit fantasies, no?"
"No."
"Just Cuddy then."
"Come find me when your patients have been discharged," she said, patting his knee and standing up. She turned around and froze when she saw Chase on the other side of the glass wall. The look he gave her and the pang of guilt that shot through her, made her feel like she'd been caught in bed with House.
"I'll see you later," his gruff voice brought her out of the moment and, on quick feet, she left his office and went up to Chase, kissing him on the cheek. He didn't react, and gave House a last look before they walked down the corridor together.
"I thought we were having lunch," the younger man said.
"We are, I just needed my bandage changing, and I knew House wouldn't be busy..." she trailed off, the half-lie made her feel sick.
"I would've done it," he said, looking at the white bandage. She hastily pulled it down.
"It's fine."
"Is something going on between you two?" His accent went up an octave with the accusation.
"No!" she cried stopping before the elevator, hands on hips. "We had one drink, and he dressed my cut." He slammed the button for the elevator, forehead furrowed.
"I thought you were over him."
"I am, I can't be his friend?"
"House doesn't have friends."
"Maybe he's changed," she said, not quite believing it, "maybe I've changed too."
"You have changed," Chase said stepping into the empty elevator. Cameron hesitated, then followed him in, standing a little forward of him as he leaned back against the wall. "We've both changed now we're out of his clutches."
"Clutches? Chase, he's not a megalomaniac." She definitely didn't believe that.
"It's House! Just because he's not in comics or films doesn't mean he's not a megalomaniac," Chase said, smiling. She smiled back, and it was true, they had both changed in the past few months, without House hanging over them, and she wasn't sure she wanted to go back to the person she was. "House has not changed," he continued following her out of the elevator.
"Maybe."
They walked out of the hospital and she looped her arm with his, walking close to him. She shouldn't dump Chase based on one drink and maybes, that was logical but she was a romantic, sometimes, and love wasn't always logical.
House had his own brand of logic that defied normal rules.
"You going to have another drink with him?" Chase asked, pulling her even closer, so that she was tripping over him almost, "as his new friend?"
"Maybe."