Escape 6
Title: Escape (6/?)
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: R not yet but will be!
Spoilers: none - we don’t have season 3 in Oz yet
Word Count: lost trck
Summary: Escape was the only way out for her……. But ones past always has a way of catching up.
Note: My most humble apologies for the delay.
Ever wonder about what the saying that ‘the silence is deafening’ means? No. Well, someone did. He decided that it was one of the most ludicrous sayings ever created. Ever. It was pathetic and illogical to even think that silence could create deafness. Not to mention medically impossible. But right now, in an elevator with the woman he travelled half way around the world to see, anything was possible. The only sign of life within the steel capsule plunging seven floors to ground level was the incessant dull tapping of a cane on the carpeted floor and the tinny ping signalling they had reached their destination.
House led them both through the foyer and outside allowing the cool night air to envelop them and turned right outside her building, following the pavement to their destination.
She followed obediently, like she always did, but this time she was different; no longer the wide eyed young impressionable doctor, easily excitable; now she was harder yet weaker, shiny yet worn. Allison was weary now and she just wanted to get it over, whatever he had planned.
After a few minutes following the path of doom, Allison’s feet began to hurt, the shoes she wore were new and she never had time to break them in. She just knew that by wearing them while trying to traverse the Grand Canyon like gaps of the pavement she would be sporting several shiny new blisters. But hey they looked bloody good, even if she did say so herself.
Shoes were the last thing on Houses’ mind, the conversation between him and Maggie an hour earlier played through his mind like a broken record. She had asked him who he was and he answered truthfully. He had recognised her stance as one of a mother hen protecting her chickens from the hungry fox, and trying to deflect her with smart comments were not going to get him anywhere. So that left him with only one option; to tell the truth, and hopefully he would be able to chat to one of her chicks- Allison in particular.
He had endured the usual - who are you, what are you doing here questions and the like. But the real kicker was one question in particular - why he was seeking out Allison Matthews. So he told her. Everything, every excruciating detail of his existence and hers. He swallowed his desire to lie; he couldn’t very well go against the saying that everyone lies if he didn’t do it himself.
He was lucky that she accepted what he said, most wouldn’t. As soon as Maggie had heard everything she practically dragged his sorry arse from the cocktail party, he would like to say kicking and screaming like a spoilt child; but he was just as eager to get to her as Maggie was and he wanted to help the process along by whacking people over the head along the way. But Maggie gave him a look that would give Cuddy a run for her money and he immediately stopped.
“So,” Allison said breaking the silence which consumed them both since the elevator, “Exactly where are we going?”
“There’s a local Hooters club I found earlier - thought you might like to try it out.”
Allison snorted, in a definably unladylike manner, “Will you ever grow up?” she asked shaking her head at his uncouth comment.
“Depends, you expose your breasts and I might consider it,” House just shrugged and kept his stride long, well, as long as a man with a cane could manage. He was always remarkably agile with his wooden appendage; it would always play on her mind that she would’ve loved to have seen him whole, without the pain. Maybe he would’ve been more willing to let someone close to his heart, to love him if he was complete.
But to her he was complete; brilliant, talented, sexy, surprisingly funny and quick witted, and when he wants to be he can be exceptionally caring, gentle and fragile; but it is usually this side of him that he hides away from the world - this is his weakness and he protects it fiercely.
“House, seriously,” she sighed.
“Oh Fine! You really are becoming a real drag nowadays,” House rolled his eyes making a perfect imitation of the times she used to pull the same stunt on him during a differential. He sighed heavily and turned to face Allison, “I’m staying at Raptis Towers, just a few blocks down, satisfied.” House turned and continued his path along the pavement towards his room.
Cameron was shocked. Raptis Towers was one of the higher priced resorts on the Gold Coast, it was not a place to stay if you simply had one to many drinks and wanted to sleep the effects off. It was exclusive to say the least costing the better part of a weekly wage just for a nights stay.
She was still rooted to the spot on the pavement when House turned around wondering why he could no longer hear the soft tap of her heels on the concrete. She would never know that the sound always bought him comfort especially after a particularly challenging case.
“Well, come on now, I’m not going through all this just to miss the opportunity to have you locked up in my hotel room alone,” he smirked and continued on his way, loving the way her heels tapped as she sped up to catch up to him.
* * * *
House’s steps into the grand foyer of Raptis Towers was not a quiet, discrete entrance one would try for in such a classy joint; but as with anything with House the bigger, the bolder, the better. He drew obvious glances as he made his way to the front desk; on any other occasion he would have snarked at them, told them to mind their own bloody business. Not tonight, he wasn’t, he had been given this opportunity to fix mistakes that were long over due to be mended, and it was not every day he could gloat that the woman beside him happened to be completely drop dead gorgeous, and as always other men were insanely jealous that she was with him.
Leaning against the marble top, the concierge visibly cringed. Allison assumed that the short time in which House had been in the land down under, he had obviously ruffled a few emu feathers along the way.
“Room service menu, do you have one?” he asked the cowering woman.
“Yes Sir,” and obediently handed the leather bound folder across the counter.
House opened and scanned the extensive list before him, “Get me two of these, a bottle of this and a bottle of this one as well. Room 1031”
“Certainly Sir”
Walking away towards the elevators, Cameron looked back and gave the young woman a sweet smile and thanked her for her troubles.
“You know it wouldn’t hurt if you could drop a few pleases and thank you’s once in a while,” Allison said as the doors to the mirrored elevator closed.
“But what would be the fun in that,” he pouted, putting on his wounded puppy expression.
* * * *
Allison Cameron watched as the floor numbers change as they rode the elevator; she compared the rise as to the level of her blood pressure which was rising with it. It was coming closer to the moment of truth for Dr Allison Cameron; knowing House he would make her face her fears head on and demand a detailed explanation for her running away. She tried to hide it before after leaving her apartment building, but now that façade was in imminent state of collapse, she had to be strong and hold her walls together just for a little longer.
* * * *
Opening the door to his room House revealed the lush décor which graced the foyer was present throughout the resort, filled with warm beiges and soft coffee colours. He extended his arm, inviting Allison into the large room; he followed her gaze from the large queen sized bed on one side of the room, across to the balcony windows then to the lounge and coffee table which faced the bed, the door on her immediate right held a walk in wardrobe opening on to the bathroom. All in all it was a large space giving an aura of luxury without being distasteful.
All was quiet between the two; one knew they had to ask the tough question, the other knew answers were required; unfortunately it was unclear whether either party would be happy with the outcome.
She walked over to the balcony doors, contemplating on seeking refuge hopefully to put off the inevitable. Allison could see House’s reflection in the glass doors, he stood their patiently, hands resting his cane in front of him; god he looked sexy she thought, standing their in his tux looking all suave and good looking.
Taking a deep breath she braced herself, if she was going to do this she might as well do it on her own terms - just like ripping a band-aid off, the quicker the better.
“So you want to know why I left,” she said still facing the glass door, she saw him nod, his eyes focused on her, keeping his face void of any emotion.
“And I want to know why you came here to find me,” she said.
House rocked on his feet a little trying to get the words to form in his mouth but failing to do so.
His only saving grace was the knock on the door to announce the arrival of sustenance.
* * * *
I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has reviewed this story so far. I know in some places - especially this one, it seems fairly slow going but I wanted to show their final emotional journey they have to take before the “Talk”, but still show that while they may have changed they are still essentially the same even after the long separation. The next chapter will be the most pivotal in the story so far, it is where all the answers will be revealed. I must apologise if it seems confusing, let me know if it is and also for the lateness of this chapter, I wanted things to sit just right before I posted it, I still don’t know if it worked. I hope you like it………
Chapter seven won’t take as long as this one. I promise; I'm off to work on it now.
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: R not yet but will be!
Spoilers: none - we don’t have season 3 in Oz yet
Word Count: lost trck
Summary: Escape was the only way out for her……. But ones past always has a way of catching up.
Note: My most humble apologies for the delay.
Ever wonder about what the saying that ‘the silence is deafening’ means? No. Well, someone did. He decided that it was one of the most ludicrous sayings ever created. Ever. It was pathetic and illogical to even think that silence could create deafness. Not to mention medically impossible. But right now, in an elevator with the woman he travelled half way around the world to see, anything was possible. The only sign of life within the steel capsule plunging seven floors to ground level was the incessant dull tapping of a cane on the carpeted floor and the tinny ping signalling they had reached their destination.
House led them both through the foyer and outside allowing the cool night air to envelop them and turned right outside her building, following the pavement to their destination.
She followed obediently, like she always did, but this time she was different; no longer the wide eyed young impressionable doctor, easily excitable; now she was harder yet weaker, shiny yet worn. Allison was weary now and she just wanted to get it over, whatever he had planned.
After a few minutes following the path of doom, Allison’s feet began to hurt, the shoes she wore were new and she never had time to break them in. She just knew that by wearing them while trying to traverse the Grand Canyon like gaps of the pavement she would be sporting several shiny new blisters. But hey they looked bloody good, even if she did say so herself.
Shoes were the last thing on Houses’ mind, the conversation between him and Maggie an hour earlier played through his mind like a broken record. She had asked him who he was and he answered truthfully. He had recognised her stance as one of a mother hen protecting her chickens from the hungry fox, and trying to deflect her with smart comments were not going to get him anywhere. So that left him with only one option; to tell the truth, and hopefully he would be able to chat to one of her chicks- Allison in particular.
He had endured the usual - who are you, what are you doing here questions and the like. But the real kicker was one question in particular - why he was seeking out Allison Matthews. So he told her. Everything, every excruciating detail of his existence and hers. He swallowed his desire to lie; he couldn’t very well go against the saying that everyone lies if he didn’t do it himself.
He was lucky that she accepted what he said, most wouldn’t. As soon as Maggie had heard everything she practically dragged his sorry arse from the cocktail party, he would like to say kicking and screaming like a spoilt child; but he was just as eager to get to her as Maggie was and he wanted to help the process along by whacking people over the head along the way. But Maggie gave him a look that would give Cuddy a run for her money and he immediately stopped.
“So,” Allison said breaking the silence which consumed them both since the elevator, “Exactly where are we going?”
“There’s a local Hooters club I found earlier - thought you might like to try it out.”
Allison snorted, in a definably unladylike manner, “Will you ever grow up?” she asked shaking her head at his uncouth comment.
“Depends, you expose your breasts and I might consider it,” House just shrugged and kept his stride long, well, as long as a man with a cane could manage. He was always remarkably agile with his wooden appendage; it would always play on her mind that she would’ve loved to have seen him whole, without the pain. Maybe he would’ve been more willing to let someone close to his heart, to love him if he was complete.
But to her he was complete; brilliant, talented, sexy, surprisingly funny and quick witted, and when he wants to be he can be exceptionally caring, gentle and fragile; but it is usually this side of him that he hides away from the world - this is his weakness and he protects it fiercely.
“House, seriously,” she sighed.
“Oh Fine! You really are becoming a real drag nowadays,” House rolled his eyes making a perfect imitation of the times she used to pull the same stunt on him during a differential. He sighed heavily and turned to face Allison, “I’m staying at Raptis Towers, just a few blocks down, satisfied.” House turned and continued his path along the pavement towards his room.
Cameron was shocked. Raptis Towers was one of the higher priced resorts on the Gold Coast, it was not a place to stay if you simply had one to many drinks and wanted to sleep the effects off. It was exclusive to say the least costing the better part of a weekly wage just for a nights stay.
She was still rooted to the spot on the pavement when House turned around wondering why he could no longer hear the soft tap of her heels on the concrete. She would never know that the sound always bought him comfort especially after a particularly challenging case.
“Well, come on now, I’m not going through all this just to miss the opportunity to have you locked up in my hotel room alone,” he smirked and continued on his way, loving the way her heels tapped as she sped up to catch up to him.
* * * *
House’s steps into the grand foyer of Raptis Towers was not a quiet, discrete entrance one would try for in such a classy joint; but as with anything with House the bigger, the bolder, the better. He drew obvious glances as he made his way to the front desk; on any other occasion he would have snarked at them, told them to mind their own bloody business. Not tonight, he wasn’t, he had been given this opportunity to fix mistakes that were long over due to be mended, and it was not every day he could gloat that the woman beside him happened to be completely drop dead gorgeous, and as always other men were insanely jealous that she was with him.
Leaning against the marble top, the concierge visibly cringed. Allison assumed that the short time in which House had been in the land down under, he had obviously ruffled a few emu feathers along the way.
“Room service menu, do you have one?” he asked the cowering woman.
“Yes Sir,” and obediently handed the leather bound folder across the counter.
House opened and scanned the extensive list before him, “Get me two of these, a bottle of this and a bottle of this one as well. Room 1031”
“Certainly Sir”
Walking away towards the elevators, Cameron looked back and gave the young woman a sweet smile and thanked her for her troubles.
“You know it wouldn’t hurt if you could drop a few pleases and thank you’s once in a while,” Allison said as the doors to the mirrored elevator closed.
“But what would be the fun in that,” he pouted, putting on his wounded puppy expression.
* * * *
Allison Cameron watched as the floor numbers change as they rode the elevator; she compared the rise as to the level of her blood pressure which was rising with it. It was coming closer to the moment of truth for Dr Allison Cameron; knowing House he would make her face her fears head on and demand a detailed explanation for her running away. She tried to hide it before after leaving her apartment building, but now that façade was in imminent state of collapse, she had to be strong and hold her walls together just for a little longer.
* * * *
Opening the door to his room House revealed the lush décor which graced the foyer was present throughout the resort, filled with warm beiges and soft coffee colours. He extended his arm, inviting Allison into the large room; he followed her gaze from the large queen sized bed on one side of the room, across to the balcony windows then to the lounge and coffee table which faced the bed, the door on her immediate right held a walk in wardrobe opening on to the bathroom. All in all it was a large space giving an aura of luxury without being distasteful.
All was quiet between the two; one knew they had to ask the tough question, the other knew answers were required; unfortunately it was unclear whether either party would be happy with the outcome.
She walked over to the balcony doors, contemplating on seeking refuge hopefully to put off the inevitable. Allison could see House’s reflection in the glass doors, he stood their patiently, hands resting his cane in front of him; god he looked sexy she thought, standing their in his tux looking all suave and good looking.
Taking a deep breath she braced herself, if she was going to do this she might as well do it on her own terms - just like ripping a band-aid off, the quicker the better.
“So you want to know why I left,” she said still facing the glass door, she saw him nod, his eyes focused on her, keeping his face void of any emotion.
“And I want to know why you came here to find me,” she said.
House rocked on his feet a little trying to get the words to form in his mouth but failing to do so.
His only saving grace was the knock on the door to announce the arrival of sustenance.
* * * *
I just want to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has reviewed this story so far. I know in some places - especially this one, it seems fairly slow going but I wanted to show their final emotional journey they have to take before the “Talk”, but still show that while they may have changed they are still essentially the same even after the long separation. The next chapter will be the most pivotal in the story so far, it is where all the answers will be revealed. I must apologise if it seems confusing, let me know if it is and also for the lateness of this chapter, I wanted things to sit just right before I posted it, I still don’t know if it worked. I hope you like it………
Chapter seven won’t take as long as this one. I promise; I'm off to work on it now.