Incredulity, Curiosity, Nonchalance
Title: Incredulity, Curiosity, Nonchalance
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Word Count: 393
Rating: G
Another oneshot!
Just a bit of fluff to start off the weekend. =)
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Cameron pushed open the door of the diagnostics office as hard as she could, too pissed at House to bother checking whether he was even inside.
Propelled forward by the momentum of the door, she stood in the middle of the room and realized that he wasn't.
Nor was anyone else, except for one person.
Her.
Cameron stood there, looking like an absolute idiot, completely out of place in her pink scrubs.
She sat there, calm and collected, looking like she had every right to be there.
‘Well, she does,’ Cameron corrected herself mentally.
She glanced up from the file she was reading.
Finally, after a few awkward moments of staring at each other, she broke the silence.
“Are you looking for House?” she asked. Oh, that voice. Cameron paused for a few seconds before finally registering what she'd said.
“Um, yeah.” Her coherence had to be applauded, considering the circumstances. She didn't say anything more, being too tongue-tied to be able to.
Then she did it.
She raised one of those perfectly arched eyebrows, looking straight at Cameron.
Her expression was a perfect mixture of incredulity, curiosity and nonchalance.
‘If I could stop time, I would stop it right now, and stand here forever until I died,’ Cameron thought.
‘But I can't stop time.’
She dropped her eyebrow and proceeded to roll her eyes. Beautiful eyes. “What did he do this time?”
Eyes.
Voice.
Perfect combination.
Cameron was staring again.
“Uh.”
Her eyebrows lowered into a frown.
“Dr. Cameron, are you okay?”
She was about to get up.
‘Oh my God, she's going to come over. Nearer to me.’
Cameron decided that she had to make her escape.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,” she muttered, sounding like one of those patients up in the psych ward.
She was still getting out of her chair.
Cameron started to panic.
“Anyway I'll go look for him somewhere else bye Dr. Hadley.” She dashed out of the diagnostics office and down the hall.
She caught sight of herself in the elevator doors. Her face was beyond pink-closer to a nice shade of red.
Back in the diagnostics office, Thirteen finally allowed a grin to spread across her face.
She glanced back down at the file she was holding, took a Post-it from the pad next to her, and copied down the relevant information.
Cameron-(609)-555-0412