Sweet Relief

Title:Hours
Raiting:PG 13
Pairing:House/Cam

 

It was dead mourning about like 6:00a.m. And already Foreman was in the conference room sipping his third coffee of the day. Thirty minutes later Chase walks in with a weird sort of bed stuck to his head kinda face. Foreman laughed but too early to make jokes. It was 7:35 and House walked in, his eyes were all tired out.

“Does anybody know what the hell day it is? Cause every time I wake up it’s always Monday”

Foreman and Chase look at each other

“Don’t get me wrong not every thing about Monday is bad, seeing my pupil’s faces all looking like hell, seeing each one of Cuddy’s sun’s early in the mourning and ignoring each one of your opinions”

“Speaking of ignoring, Where’s Cameron?”

(Foreman) “I don’t know I tried calling her but her phone is disconnected”

House eyebrows come together, Cameron has never been late she’s the one who gets the coffee going. This mourning the coffee tasted like crap, she usually puts ginger or ginseng, he shakes his head why does he care? 

Clinic hour number one he already had 2 patients with a headache, 1 girl with AID’s who cried in House’s shoulder for what seemed like an hour if you were in mars and the rest well lets just say he used a lot of latex gloves. He was getting tired of sticking his hand on people’s butts. He went to his office and his stack of mail is still in a pile on his desk. It was 8:45 were the hell was Cameron?

House is not the type to get worried but 9:00 still no sign of brown hair, leave it to me, nagging girl Cameron. He paces outside Cuddy’s office

Cuddy looks up and sees him

“House what are you doing?”

He comes in

“Trying to figure out how to ask you to prom, Oh shucks will ya?”

“Very amusing, how much clinic hours did you do?”

“Ahhh, (since he only did like an hour of clinic duty he couldn’t lie she’s keeping tabs) does it count that I stuck my hand up their butts”   

“Get your crippled ass to the clinic”

“Actually speaking of ass any word from Cameron”

“No, is she not in?”

“Been waiting for hours for somebody to give me my mail”

“Here’s a wild thought, why don’t you sort it yourself”

“Cuddy you’re a wild women, too wild for me”

“Nice”

House goes to the conference room and Foreman and Chase are talking. Chase is balancing a pen on his lips.

“Doing something to improve the world, thank god people are cured by you”

Chase took the pen of his lips looking embarrassed. Then out of the corner of his eye he could see the outline of a woman with way too many bags on her shoulders. House turned and in popped Cameron at 11:15 placing her enormous bags on the table. She looked way too tired, surpassed each one of their tiredness. Her hair was tossed and she looked like she got dressed in a hurry. She looked at House and her stare was almost painfull, depressing he felt it. When she spoke, she sounded vivid and alert.

“Coffee!”   Foreman brought her a cup

She shrugged and said thanks

“I just got evicted, my building is up for lease”

Foreman and Chase mouths agape, House looked intently

“Let me just say that 30 minutes to only get your valuables is not enough, I only got my living room and bedroom I had to ask for 10 more minutes, like I was talking to my mom” She sighed, “I’m homeless, I have nowhere to go. I’m a homeless doctor” almost screaming that last part.      

Foreman is confused “Wait, what happened?”

“Well the owner of the building was getting bankrupt and the only way he could pay of his debt was to sell” taking another sip of her coffee and putting it on the table, after deciding it was the most terrible thing she ever tasted.

House stood to the side evaluating the situation, he had sinking feeling something he rarely had but didn’t like. It was a decision, one was to make fun of her to be the first hobo to go to medical school and the other was one that was lingering off the surface, to ask her to move in. But he was too stubborn to do so (hey he’s house)

“Hey you know I would help you but I’m late on my rent, if my landlord saw you were living there he would kick me out”

“That’s ok Foreman”

“And I would also help you but my apartment is under construction, you know that bastard that lives above me that left the water running and it seeps into my roof. He shrugged “Sorry”

Cameron sighs and looks down, but Chase and Foreman look automatically at House

“What?” Oh all right there’s a nice shelter 3 blocks from my place”. He walks to the door “Say hi to Tito for me”

Cuddy was outside when he came out “Cli- nic now”

“Killjoy”

Clinic hour number two, this boy about 15 years old, who was clearly hung over but denied otherwise, insisted it was the flu.

“My head hurts”

“That’s your brain comprehending its own stupidity, say ahhh” When he opened his mouth he clearly smelled of liquor. “So what did you have a tall one, margarita, piña colada?”

“No man I’m 15 I can’t drink”

“Yeah and dogs lick themselves to clean, men can do it too but we just choose not to. Apparently it’s inappropriate”

“If I tell you promise not to tell my parents” house nods “Well I…

In comes Cameron with a file in her hands. “I need you…

“god take me now”

“to sign some things” finishing her sentence

“Oh well we can do that too” She rolls her eyes and walks away

“Whoa she work for you?”

“On good days, go home take some aspirin and sleep it off”

“She’s hot”, House thinking I know

 House was walking (limping) down the hall and saw Cameron talking to Wilson. Maybe she told him and they are trying to find a way to get him to offer his place those bastards.

She saw him and walked toward him, she smiled “Guess what Wilson just said I could stay with him until I get my things in order” Bam! Like a deer in headlights he did not expect this, he looked over at Wilson and he had the nerve to smile and he walked over “Isn’t it great I thought I‘d do the decent thing and offer my place”

“Very decent, what was it you wanted me to sign?”

“Oh those were papers that I had to suspend working until I get a place, but Wilson came to me and now I can stay” She had this wide smile on her face and glistening.

“Thank you so much Wilson I’m gonna pay you back I swear” She kissed him on the cheek and walked off. Wilson smiled and turned to House. He wanted to claw Wilson’s eyes out, how dare he go behind his back and ask Cameron to live with him, he was supposed to be his friend maybe he just wanted to get on with her well that’s not gonna happen pal. And what was with that kiss, she kissed him, kissed him!!, and have the nerve to like it. Oh I’m gonna get him.

“What?”Hey don’t be mad at me you had the chance and didn’t take it”

“In what the hour you gave me to think about it, oh yeah plenty of time”

“Why are you pissed off you don’t even like her so what’s the problem”

“That’s not the problem the problem is you’re doing this to try and get it on with her”

“Maybe I am so what’s the problem, I say again you- don’t –like- her, your always complaining about her, so naturally I assume you hate her” House at this was stunned he never thought Wilson liked Cameron that way. His eyes were bugging out of his eye socket. They stared for a while. “Bye House” and walks off.

House went straight to his office grunting and muttering under his breath, he stared up at his desk and his mail was all sorted out ready for him to read, I gotta do something before it happens.

She was at the lab running some test on sample blood, she herd a thud of a cane hitting the door. At this she smiled. “Bored?”

“Extremely” “hey I now what we could do” He had this naughty expression on his face

“Not gonna happen, what do you want?” Turning her attention back to the microscope. Which gave him an excuse to look at her, his hands were all sweaty he was nervous. He thought about what he should say but nothing. Not even a snark remark.

He sighed at this she turned her head slightly and the distance was about a few inches from his face, she had a surge of energy go through her body like lighting. She shuddered and looked down. Way deep down he loved looking at her with that same intensity which made her uncomfortable, that’s what made it great. He spoke cautiously.   

 “So why Wilson? It can’t be his looks

“Honestly he cared enough about me to offer his place, so that makes him a good enough person, anyway I thought you’ve be happy that I’m still working, you just don’t care do you?”

“Why does everyone keep saying I don’t care it’s just that…” he thought very carefully of what he said next almost analyzing it. He didn’t want to cross that bridge yet.

“What?”

“Forget it” he turned to leave but not before brushing past her almost sensing her, she was enchanting almost memorizing. This could later result in a bad way.

It was 11:15 he was getting ready to leave when at the door he realized this is it the first night that would define his relationship with Cameron from real to non existent. He was on the sidewalk of the parking lot when he saw her getting her bags. That’s it. He walked over in fast pace (limped) took her bags and put them back on the ground. Wilson still wasn’t there. She was stunned.

“House, what the hell are you doing?”

“Move in with me”

She was in state of awe her mouth agape and completely happy, she stuttered

“Wwhat?”

 “Move in, I want you to”

I want you to

  I don’t think House ever uttered that sentence to another human being. But that was the only thing she needed to say yes.

“Yeah” she smiled and giggled

He was completely infatuated by her, and then he started to think she was going to see him at his weakest and most vulnerable but looking at her right now he could live with that.