Title: My Mistake. (2/?)
Characters/Pairings: House/Cameron, Wilson/Cameron
Rating: Eventually R.
Word Count: 1,269
Spoilers: No Reason.
Summary: It had changed him. Dealing with the issue was never an option for them. It was for her. She found him helping her with the dealing process. And falling at the same time.
A/N: For![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
cathiexx.
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‘I never knew. I never knew that everything was falling through.’
-Over my head, The Fray
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Allison Cameron was always one for routine.
Routine was stability. It was control. And possibly one of the only things in her life that she had control over. Her morning routines may have puzzled others by its consistency, but for Cameron, it was a means for normalcy. No matter how messed up things ever became, her routines kept her grounded. Allowed her to keep her mind off what was currently occurring.
Off of House.
She arrived at the hospital right on 8:30am the next day. She always preferred to get there before the others. Turned on the coffee boiler, switched on her computer, set up the mail that needed to be sorted through.
It was this kind of perfectionism that annoyed him the most about her.
House stood in the corridor outside the office and watched her. Watching her was better than facing her at this particular moment. Her sympathetic eyes and the twitch of her mouth as she held back the typical question of ‘how are you’ was something he didn’t want to deal with. He chose to ignore her everytime she asked that question.
Finally she looked up and saw him, his piercing blue eyes filled with hesitancy as he stood in the corridor. Her stomach knotted and she turned her back to him, opting to fiddle with the coffee cups instead. Anything but watch his stare.
Cameron heard him enter the office, but didn’t turn around. She knew he would both roll his eyes and ignore everything she said, or snap at her with some unnecessary rude remark. Either way, she didn’t want to be berated at this time of the morning.
To her surprise, he broke the silence first. ‘Coffee ready?’ His voice was low and she couldn’t tell if it was said mockingly.
‘Almost,’ She replied, keeping her voice firm. She still hadn’t looked up at him yet.
‘I’ll be in my office when it’s done,’ He stated, before walking into his office.
Cameron heard the door swing shut and she let the breath she hadn’t known she was holding out. It was worse than before. And she hated that more than anything. The fact that she couldn’t help.
Or the fact that he wouldn’t let her.
She swiftly poured the coffee into his red mug and picked it up, turning around and walking into his office through the adjoining door. House was sitting in his chair, his head lulling on the back of it as Cameron placed his cup in front of him.
He looked at her but didn’t say anything. It was one of the first times he had actually looked her straight in the eye since the shooting.
A lump rose in Cameron’s throat, but she pushed it back down, clearing her throat. She wasn’t going to let him do this to her. Not now.
‘I think we have a case,’ She said, and she surprised herself by how even her voice was.
House looked away and raised his eyebrows. ‘Wow. I never knew you took over our cases during my week absence.’ His voice was etched with sarcasm and Cameron bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from snapping at him.
‘I never said I did,’ She replied, stiffening at his tone.
He ignored her and reached his hand out to grab the file from Cameron. She handed it to him, tensing up as she did so. House opened it and flicked through the sheets before looking up at her.
‘You can go,’ He said, before looking away and shoving his iPod earphones in his ears.
Cameron nodded, turning around and walking out of his office and into the differential room. Chase and Foreman both entered as she let the glass door of House’s office close behind her.
‘Morning,’ Foreman greeted her, dropping his bag on the chair next to the table.
‘Morning,’ Cameron replied, walking past him and Chase and over to the coffee machine. She didn’t feel up to casual chit chat right now.
She needed something else.
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Wilson sat in his office, scrawling his signature on a couple of sheets of paper before closing the file and putting it next to his computer. Rosemary Allen was sitting in front of him, all the signs of chemotherapy etched into her pale face. She was in remission, and Wilson was more than happy to give her the news. It wasn’t often that he gave good news to his patients.
‘You’ve still got a couple of months to go, but it’s looking good. The surgery removed the majority of the malignant tissue, and the chemo was just a necessary precaution.’ Wilson smiled, folding his arms and looking up at Rosemary.
There was a soft knock at his door and Wilson looked up, half expecting House to come barging in uninvited. He shook his head softly and stood up.
‘Excuse me for a moment,’ He spoke to Rosemary, walking over to the door and opening it.
Cameron stood at his door, looking decidedly uncomfortable standing in the corridor. Wilson shook off his surprised expression and offered her a small smile.
‘You ok?’ He asked her.
She nodded. ‘Yeah, I just wanted to … talk.’
Wilson looked back into the room. ‘I’m just with a patient. Shouldn’t be long. Wait out here?’
Cameron smiled softly. ‘Thanks.’
Wilson nodded as Cameron sat down on the seat outside his office and he shut the door, turning back to Rosemary to give her a few more extra details and prescriptions. He shook her hand and smiled softly as she thanked him. It was a rare occasion when he was thanked in his field. He appreciated it more than others might.
Rosemary left the room and before Wilson could get up to go get Cameron, she had appeared at the doorframe.
‘Come in,’ Wilson said, putting Rosemary’s file in his desk and offering the seat in front of him to Cameron.
She walked into the room, closing the door behind her and sat down in the seat. Her hands were firmly clasped in her lap and she looked up at him, smiling softly.
‘What’s up?’ Wilson asked, leaning on the table.
‘I don’t know,’ She rolled her eyes and smiled. ‘Him. I don’t know what to do, Wilson. He’s so … He’s given up. I can see it in his eyes.’
Wilson sighed. ‘I know. He hasn’t spoken to me either. Well, he has spoken to me, but it’s been in the form of incoherent grumbling more than anything.’
Cameron smirked. ‘What do we do? Because I’m … I don’t want him to do anything stupid.’ She looked up at him.
Wilson smiled softly. He could see the deep sincerity and concern in her eyes. He didn’t understand why House couldn’t see it. Or act on it.
‘We can only be here. Eventually, he’ll get over it. Go back to being semi miserable. We hope.’
A small smile crept on Cameron’s face and she nodded. Looked up at him. ‘Thanks,’ She said.
‘Listen, do you want to go and get a drink tonight? Get all this off your mind? Off our minds. It might help just to relax.’ Wilson asked, sitting up straighter and leaning back in his chair.
Cameron looked taken aback. ‘Sure. That would be nice.’ She smiled and stood up, walking around the chair to the door.
‘I’ll see you later then,’ Wilson said, as Cameron smiled at him once more before walking out of his office and shutting the door behind her.
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Characters/Pairings: House/Cameron, Wilson/Cameron
Rating: Eventually R.
Word Count: 1,269
Spoilers: No Reason.
Summary: It had changed him. Dealing with the issue was never an option for them. It was for her. She found him helping her with the dealing process. And falling at the same time.
A/N: For
cathiexx.+
‘I never knew. I never knew that everything was falling through.’
-Over my head, The Fray
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Allison Cameron was always one for routine.
Routine was stability. It was control. And possibly one of the only things in her life that she had control over. Her morning routines may have puzzled others by its consistency, but for Cameron, it was a means for normalcy. No matter how messed up things ever became, her routines kept her grounded. Allowed her to keep her mind off what was currently occurring.
Off of House.
She arrived at the hospital right on 8:30am the next day. She always preferred to get there before the others. Turned on the coffee boiler, switched on her computer, set up the mail that needed to be sorted through.
It was this kind of perfectionism that annoyed him the most about her.
House stood in the corridor outside the office and watched her. Watching her was better than facing her at this particular moment. Her sympathetic eyes and the twitch of her mouth as she held back the typical question of ‘how are you’ was something he didn’t want to deal with. He chose to ignore her everytime she asked that question.
Finally she looked up and saw him, his piercing blue eyes filled with hesitancy as he stood in the corridor. Her stomach knotted and she turned her back to him, opting to fiddle with the coffee cups instead. Anything but watch his stare.
Cameron heard him enter the office, but didn’t turn around. She knew he would both roll his eyes and ignore everything she said, or snap at her with some unnecessary rude remark. Either way, she didn’t want to be berated at this time of the morning.
To her surprise, he broke the silence first. ‘Coffee ready?’ His voice was low and she couldn’t tell if it was said mockingly.
‘Almost,’ She replied, keeping her voice firm. She still hadn’t looked up at him yet.
‘I’ll be in my office when it’s done,’ He stated, before walking into his office.
Cameron heard the door swing shut and she let the breath she hadn’t known she was holding out. It was worse than before. And she hated that more than anything. The fact that she couldn’t help.
Or the fact that he wouldn’t let her.
She swiftly poured the coffee into his red mug and picked it up, turning around and walking into his office through the adjoining door. House was sitting in his chair, his head lulling on the back of it as Cameron placed his cup in front of him.
He looked at her but didn’t say anything. It was one of the first times he had actually looked her straight in the eye since the shooting.
A lump rose in Cameron’s throat, but she pushed it back down, clearing her throat. She wasn’t going to let him do this to her. Not now.
‘I think we have a case,’ She said, and she surprised herself by how even her voice was.
House looked away and raised his eyebrows. ‘Wow. I never knew you took over our cases during my week absence.’ His voice was etched with sarcasm and Cameron bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from snapping at him.
‘I never said I did,’ She replied, stiffening at his tone.
He ignored her and reached his hand out to grab the file from Cameron. She handed it to him, tensing up as she did so. House opened it and flicked through the sheets before looking up at her.
‘You can go,’ He said, before looking away and shoving his iPod earphones in his ears.
Cameron nodded, turning around and walking out of his office and into the differential room. Chase and Foreman both entered as she let the glass door of House’s office close behind her.
‘Morning,’ Foreman greeted her, dropping his bag on the chair next to the table.
‘Morning,’ Cameron replied, walking past him and Chase and over to the coffee machine. She didn’t feel up to casual chit chat right now.
She needed something else.
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Wilson sat in his office, scrawling his signature on a couple of sheets of paper before closing the file and putting it next to his computer. Rosemary Allen was sitting in front of him, all the signs of chemotherapy etched into her pale face. She was in remission, and Wilson was more than happy to give her the news. It wasn’t often that he gave good news to his patients.
‘You’ve still got a couple of months to go, but it’s looking good. The surgery removed the majority of the malignant tissue, and the chemo was just a necessary precaution.’ Wilson smiled, folding his arms and looking up at Rosemary.
There was a soft knock at his door and Wilson looked up, half expecting House to come barging in uninvited. He shook his head softly and stood up.
‘Excuse me for a moment,’ He spoke to Rosemary, walking over to the door and opening it.
Cameron stood at his door, looking decidedly uncomfortable standing in the corridor. Wilson shook off his surprised expression and offered her a small smile.
‘You ok?’ He asked her.
She nodded. ‘Yeah, I just wanted to … talk.’
Wilson looked back into the room. ‘I’m just with a patient. Shouldn’t be long. Wait out here?’
Cameron smiled softly. ‘Thanks.’
Wilson nodded as Cameron sat down on the seat outside his office and he shut the door, turning back to Rosemary to give her a few more extra details and prescriptions. He shook her hand and smiled softly as she thanked him. It was a rare occasion when he was thanked in his field. He appreciated it more than others might.
Rosemary left the room and before Wilson could get up to go get Cameron, she had appeared at the doorframe.
‘Come in,’ Wilson said, putting Rosemary’s file in his desk and offering the seat in front of him to Cameron.
She walked into the room, closing the door behind her and sat down in the seat. Her hands were firmly clasped in her lap and she looked up at him, smiling softly.
‘What’s up?’ Wilson asked, leaning on the table.
‘I don’t know,’ She rolled her eyes and smiled. ‘Him. I don’t know what to do, Wilson. He’s so … He’s given up. I can see it in his eyes.’
Wilson sighed. ‘I know. He hasn’t spoken to me either. Well, he has spoken to me, but it’s been in the form of incoherent grumbling more than anything.’
Cameron smirked. ‘What do we do? Because I’m … I don’t want him to do anything stupid.’ She looked up at him.
Wilson smiled softly. He could see the deep sincerity and concern in her eyes. He didn’t understand why House couldn’t see it. Or act on it.
‘We can only be here. Eventually, he’ll get over it. Go back to being semi miserable. We hope.’
A small smile crept on Cameron’s face and she nodded. Looked up at him. ‘Thanks,’ She said.
‘Listen, do you want to go and get a drink tonight? Get all this off your mind? Off our minds. It might help just to relax.’ Wilson asked, sitting up straighter and leaning back in his chair.
Cameron looked taken aback. ‘Sure. That would be nice.’ She smiled and stood up, walking around the chair to the door.
‘I’ll see you later then,’ Wilson said, as Cameron smiled at him once more before walking out of his office and shutting the door behind her.
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mood: contemplative
music: Breathe (2am) - Anna Nalick
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