Red Snow 11
Title: Red Snow (11/?)
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters/Pairings: House/Cameron
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: House...Cameron...a snowy night..a crumpled motorcycle....a secret plot?
DISCLAIMER: House, M.D. is the property of Fox and various other corporations
Chapt 1, Chapt 2, Chapt 3, Chapt 4, Chapt 5, Chapt 6, Chapt 7, Chapt 8, Chapt 9,
Chapter 10,
Cameron had thrown everything that was in arms reach and then just stared at the ceiling and stewed. Something had happened, something bad had happened, otherwise, why wouldn’t anyone bother to answer any of her pages. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door to her room slide open. Wilson walked in, he surveyed the damage and his hands automatically came to his hips. Cameron had seen the same gesture whenever Wilson had to deal with House.
“Are you done with the hysterics? I swear, House is rubbing off on you.” The last part was partially mumbled under his breath, as he rubbed his hand behind his neck. Cameron just rolled her eyes at him.
“Where’s House? He hasn’t been here all day, and no one will tell me anything!”
“He improved like you did once a bag of antibiotics was hung this morning, after your fever was gone.” Wilson looked uncomfortable
“BUT, BUT WHAT?! Come on Wilson! What happened?!”
“You have to stay calm. He’s fine now. His fever came back along with a headache and a rash. Cuddy seems to think that the rash was caused by an allergic response to an acute reaction to the penicillin, she changed the antibiotic to erythromycin, and he’s resting comfortably, his fever is down considerably.” He didn’t want to fill in all the details, especially the part where they had to practically dunk him in an ice bath to gain control over the fever flare up.
“I want to see him.” She said flatly, not leaving any room for argument.
“Allison….we can’t move you, and he’s sleeping.” She blinked her eyes, trying to keep them from tearing up, turning her face away from Wilson. He moved to her bedside and put a comforting hand on her arm.
“Listen, I know that this has been hard, but honestly, things are getting better. Your fever is gone and Foreman is up in Neurology right now scheduling your surgery. If he gets his way, you’ll go in tomorrow morning.” She still hadn’t faced him. “I’ll go check on House, he’ll want to see you when he wakes up. If Cuddy gives the ok, I’ll bring him over for a visit.”
“I want his bed moved into this room. It would be better for him….better for me.” The last part was barely a whisper.
“Cameron, if he is still contagious….it could jeopardize your chance of surgery, and you know the longer it gets put off, the less your odds will be for a full recovery. House would never forgive himself….he’ll never forgive me….and you know that’s true.”
The door slid open again, and Foreman appeared with a smiling Chase in tow.
“Good news, Cameron! We have your surgery scheduled for first thing tomorrow morning. I’m going to have the nurse come in to get your pre-surgical blood draws and from there.”
“Everything ok?” He looked from Cameron to Wilson, his brow knitted in concern. Then he noticed all of the things that had been flung all over the room.
“Ya, just threw a House tantrum.” She smiled at both of them.
“Well, surprisingly that explains everything.” Foreman cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked.
“Cuddy said that the police contacted her again about coming to interview you and House. Do you think that you’ll be up to it later this afternoon?”
Before she could say anything, Wilson held up his hand, “I’m sure that you and House would be more comfortable if they interviewed you together. The police picked up the security tapes from the night of the benefit, looking to see if anyone looks suspicious or out of place. There were a record number of people at this one, even Cuddy can’t identify every guest.”
“They really don’t think that it was just a hit and run?”
“At this point, I think that they just want to cover all of their bases.” He patted her hand, “I’m going to go and check on House’s progress, I’ll let Cuddy know if he feels up to being interviewed by the police, and then get back to you with a time. Cameron, try not to worry, ok?”
“Ok.” She didn’t sound so sure, but it was as much as she could give. Foreman approached her bed, and leaned over.
“Listen, you know House, he’s tough and his immune system is a little compromised by the constant vicodin use, so it’s just taking a little longer than you to recover. The new antibiotic really seems to be working.”
“So, about tomorrow. Are you sure?”
“I’m afraid the longer that we wait, the greater the possibility of irreparable nerve damage. Someone will come in tomorrow morning at six to start prepping you for surgery. I’ve ordered all of the pre-surgical bloodwork today, with another round of bloodwork gathered tomorrow morning. I don’t want to take any chances with the infection coming back, or something new attacking your immune system.”
Chase was behind Foreman - his face looked bright, but Cameron could tell that he was uneasy.
“You’re right.” She was only half listening, intent on observing Chase.
“Hey, I’d better get back upstairs and make sure that they have everything squared away for tomorrow morning.” He looked from Cameron to Chase sensing the unspoken tension between them. He’d have to get it out of Chase later on over a beer. “Chase, we’ll need another blood draw on House before this evening.” Chase nodded absently as Foreman left.
Cameron felt that he wasn’t telling her something. He stood for a moment debating with himself, she could see the internal war waging inside of him. She didn’t say anything, he paced the room a couple of times and then sat down in the chair next to her bed.
“Cameron…I - I have to tell you something.” He didn’t look at her, instead he staired down at the floor, his voice low as he spoke. Cameron felt the hair on he back of her neck prickle. “The night of the accident…the night of the benefit….Oh God, I’m so, so sorry, this is all my fault.” He rose to his feet quickly and paced the room again.
Cameron’s brow knotted in confusion. “Chase what are you talking about?”
“The accident!” He was now pacing faster, obviously agitated, his hand running through his hair.
“What about the accident? Chase! What are you saying? How could you be at any fault?” He looked at her, and she could feel the guilt radiating out of him. She willed herself to absorb, to understand exactly what he was saying.
“Chase?” He was again sitting next to her.
“Cameron, believe me, I didn’t know. A man came up at the benefit and asked me to point out House.” He stopped and ran his hand over his face. “So I did, I didn’t think anything about it until later. He just stood at the bar and watched him. I lost track of him until the end of the evening when we were all getting ready to leave.” He looked at his hands. “I saw you both leaving on the bike when the same man approached me again and I pointed to the bike telling him that he had missed him. He didn’t look too happy when he rushed toward the parking lot.”
“Chase, you don’t know if he had anything to do with it, and if he did, how would you have known?” He hand brushed against his hand. “You need to tell this to Cuddy and the police, if he was involved they will be able to take action. Anyone could have pointed House out…anyone at all. In fact, did you think that maybe you weren’t the only one that he asked?”
Chase shook his head. “Maybe, if I hadn’t been paying so much attention to Debbie, I would have noticed.”
“Debbie, huh? New nurse?” Chase lifted his head, a slight smile on his face.
“Yes, she’s actually assigned to the nurses station that is monitoring House. Please don’t tell him, he’ll torture her first and then me, and our relationship is still pretty new.”
Cameron smiled at him, glad that they were able to at least return to some sort of normality. “Really, Chase, stop blaming yourself.”
“Listen, I’d better let you rest, you’re going to have a big day tomorrow.” He stood next to her bed, giving her hand a little squeeze, “Good luck, Cameron.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly.
“HEY! That’s my girl, get your own!” Chase jumped slightly, he hadn’t heard the door slide open. He turned to see a cross looking House glaring at him as he was being pushed in his chair by Wilson, the glare was intensified by the blue face mask that House was wearing.
“He was just wishing me luck, and I need all that I can get.” She smiled gently at Chase.
”Well, I better go make sure that your blood work is completed and in the system. See you tomorrow morning, Cameron.” With that, Chase made a swift escape, he didn’t want to face House’s wrath when Cameron told him about the mysterious man.
Wilson pushed House closer, she could see how pale he was, his eyes a little glassy.
“How are you feeling? I hear that tomorrow is the big day for the surgery.” House brought his hand up to cover hers, as Chase moved to stand at the end of the bed.
“I’m fine. I’d ask how you are, but you wouldn’t tell me anyway. Heard that you’ve had a rough time. Why the mask, so you still think that you are contagious?”
“Don’t want to take any chances of re-infected you. Ahh, rumors of my recent relapse were highly exaggerated. Just needed to catch up on my beauty sleep, have to keep my strength up for, you know.” The last part he said out of the side of his mouth while wagging his eyebrows at Cameron. Wilson rolled his eyes behind House.
“Well, at least you sound like yourself, the mask is kind of sexy.” House’s eyebrows shot up at her statement. She was so glad to see him.
“I’ll remember that once we get out of here.”
“And with that, I’m out of here. I’m going to be back with Cuddy and the detectives at 4. I know that you want this behind you both.” They both nodded at Wilson as he left.
“I heard that you threw a tantrum worthy of my own,” he stopped to look around and then a delighted grin hit his face, “Wow, you made a mess, must have scared the hell out of the nurses.”
“Don’t look so happy, I’m not proud of myself for that little outburst.”
”What?! It’s great!” He put his hand to his heart and wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, “My protégé. How can you tell that I’m happy, you can’t even see my mouth.”
Cameron laughed at his antics, “I can see it in your eyes. You’re such a jerk.”
“So I’ve been told on numerous occasions.”
They were silent a minute, Cameron turned to look at the window, wondering how she was going to broach what Chase had told her. She knew that House tended to fly off the handle, especially where Chase was concerned. Turning back toward him, she could see his concerned face.
“We need to talk before the detectives get here, I have to tell you something.”
TBC
Chapter 12
Fandom: House, M.D.
Characters/Pairings: House/Cameron
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season 3
Summary: House...Cameron...a snowy night..a crumpled motorcycle....a secret plot?
DISCLAIMER: House, M.D. is the property of Fox and various other corporations
Chapt 1, Chapt 2, Chapt 3, Chapt 4, Chapt 5, Chapt 6, Chapt 7, Chapt 8, Chapt 9,
Chapter 10,
Cameron had thrown everything that was in arms reach and then just stared at the ceiling and stewed. Something had happened, something bad had happened, otherwise, why wouldn’t anyone bother to answer any of her pages. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door to her room slide open. Wilson walked in, he surveyed the damage and his hands automatically came to his hips. Cameron had seen the same gesture whenever Wilson had to deal with House.
“Are you done with the hysterics? I swear, House is rubbing off on you.” The last part was partially mumbled under his breath, as he rubbed his hand behind his neck. Cameron just rolled her eyes at him.
“Where’s House? He hasn’t been here all day, and no one will tell me anything!”
“He improved like you did once a bag of antibiotics was hung this morning, after your fever was gone.” Wilson looked uncomfortable
“BUT, BUT WHAT?! Come on Wilson! What happened?!”
“You have to stay calm. He’s fine now. His fever came back along with a headache and a rash. Cuddy seems to think that the rash was caused by an allergic response to an acute reaction to the penicillin, she changed the antibiotic to erythromycin, and he’s resting comfortably, his fever is down considerably.” He didn’t want to fill in all the details, especially the part where they had to practically dunk him in an ice bath to gain control over the fever flare up.
“I want to see him.” She said flatly, not leaving any room for argument.
“Allison….we can’t move you, and he’s sleeping.” She blinked her eyes, trying to keep them from tearing up, turning her face away from Wilson. He moved to her bedside and put a comforting hand on her arm.
“Listen, I know that this has been hard, but honestly, things are getting better. Your fever is gone and Foreman is up in Neurology right now scheduling your surgery. If he gets his way, you’ll go in tomorrow morning.” She still hadn’t faced him. “I’ll go check on House, he’ll want to see you when he wakes up. If Cuddy gives the ok, I’ll bring him over for a visit.”
“I want his bed moved into this room. It would be better for him….better for me.” The last part was barely a whisper.
“Cameron, if he is still contagious….it could jeopardize your chance of surgery, and you know the longer it gets put off, the less your odds will be for a full recovery. House would never forgive himself….he’ll never forgive me….and you know that’s true.”
The door slid open again, and Foreman appeared with a smiling Chase in tow.
“Good news, Cameron! We have your surgery scheduled for first thing tomorrow morning. I’m going to have the nurse come in to get your pre-surgical blood draws and from there.”
“Everything ok?” He looked from Cameron to Wilson, his brow knitted in concern. Then he noticed all of the things that had been flung all over the room.
“Ya, just threw a House tantrum.” She smiled at both of them.
“Well, surprisingly that explains everything.” Foreman cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked.
“Cuddy said that the police contacted her again about coming to interview you and House. Do you think that you’ll be up to it later this afternoon?”
Before she could say anything, Wilson held up his hand, “I’m sure that you and House would be more comfortable if they interviewed you together. The police picked up the security tapes from the night of the benefit, looking to see if anyone looks suspicious or out of place. There were a record number of people at this one, even Cuddy can’t identify every guest.”
“They really don’t think that it was just a hit and run?”
“At this point, I think that they just want to cover all of their bases.” He patted her hand, “I’m going to go and check on House’s progress, I’ll let Cuddy know if he feels up to being interviewed by the police, and then get back to you with a time. Cameron, try not to worry, ok?”
“Ok.” She didn’t sound so sure, but it was as much as she could give. Foreman approached her bed, and leaned over.
“Listen, you know House, he’s tough and his immune system is a little compromised by the constant vicodin use, so it’s just taking a little longer than you to recover. The new antibiotic really seems to be working.”
“So, about tomorrow. Are you sure?”
“I’m afraid the longer that we wait, the greater the possibility of irreparable nerve damage. Someone will come in tomorrow morning at six to start prepping you for surgery. I’ve ordered all of the pre-surgical bloodwork today, with another round of bloodwork gathered tomorrow morning. I don’t want to take any chances with the infection coming back, or something new attacking your immune system.”
Chase was behind Foreman - his face looked bright, but Cameron could tell that he was uneasy.
“You’re right.” She was only half listening, intent on observing Chase.
“Hey, I’d better get back upstairs and make sure that they have everything squared away for tomorrow morning.” He looked from Cameron to Chase sensing the unspoken tension between them. He’d have to get it out of Chase later on over a beer. “Chase, we’ll need another blood draw on House before this evening.” Chase nodded absently as Foreman left.
Cameron felt that he wasn’t telling her something. He stood for a moment debating with himself, she could see the internal war waging inside of him. She didn’t say anything, he paced the room a couple of times and then sat down in the chair next to her bed.
“Cameron…I - I have to tell you something.” He didn’t look at her, instead he staired down at the floor, his voice low as he spoke. Cameron felt the hair on he back of her neck prickle. “The night of the accident…the night of the benefit….Oh God, I’m so, so sorry, this is all my fault.” He rose to his feet quickly and paced the room again.
Cameron’s brow knotted in confusion. “Chase what are you talking about?”
“The accident!” He was now pacing faster, obviously agitated, his hand running through his hair.
“What about the accident? Chase! What are you saying? How could you be at any fault?” He looked at her, and she could feel the guilt radiating out of him. She willed herself to absorb, to understand exactly what he was saying.
“Chase?” He was again sitting next to her.
“Cameron, believe me, I didn’t know. A man came up at the benefit and asked me to point out House.” He stopped and ran his hand over his face. “So I did, I didn’t think anything about it until later. He just stood at the bar and watched him. I lost track of him until the end of the evening when we were all getting ready to leave.” He looked at his hands. “I saw you both leaving on the bike when the same man approached me again and I pointed to the bike telling him that he had missed him. He didn’t look too happy when he rushed toward the parking lot.”
“Chase, you don’t know if he had anything to do with it, and if he did, how would you have known?” He hand brushed against his hand. “You need to tell this to Cuddy and the police, if he was involved they will be able to take action. Anyone could have pointed House out…anyone at all. In fact, did you think that maybe you weren’t the only one that he asked?”
Chase shook his head. “Maybe, if I hadn’t been paying so much attention to Debbie, I would have noticed.”
“Debbie, huh? New nurse?” Chase lifted his head, a slight smile on his face.
“Yes, she’s actually assigned to the nurses station that is monitoring House. Please don’t tell him, he’ll torture her first and then me, and our relationship is still pretty new.”
Cameron smiled at him, glad that they were able to at least return to some sort of normality. “Really, Chase, stop blaming yourself.”
“Listen, I’d better let you rest, you’re going to have a big day tomorrow.” He stood next to her bed, giving her hand a little squeeze, “Good luck, Cameron.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead lightly.
“HEY! That’s my girl, get your own!” Chase jumped slightly, he hadn’t heard the door slide open. He turned to see a cross looking House glaring at him as he was being pushed in his chair by Wilson, the glare was intensified by the blue face mask that House was wearing.
“He was just wishing me luck, and I need all that I can get.” She smiled gently at Chase.
”Well, I better go make sure that your blood work is completed and in the system. See you tomorrow morning, Cameron.” With that, Chase made a swift escape, he didn’t want to face House’s wrath when Cameron told him about the mysterious man.
Wilson pushed House closer, she could see how pale he was, his eyes a little glassy.
“How are you feeling? I hear that tomorrow is the big day for the surgery.” House brought his hand up to cover hers, as Chase moved to stand at the end of the bed.
“I’m fine. I’d ask how you are, but you wouldn’t tell me anyway. Heard that you’ve had a rough time. Why the mask, so you still think that you are contagious?”
“Don’t want to take any chances of re-infected you. Ahh, rumors of my recent relapse were highly exaggerated. Just needed to catch up on my beauty sleep, have to keep my strength up for, you know.” The last part he said out of the side of his mouth while wagging his eyebrows at Cameron. Wilson rolled his eyes behind House.
“Well, at least you sound like yourself, the mask is kind of sexy.” House’s eyebrows shot up at her statement. She was so glad to see him.
“I’ll remember that once we get out of here.”
“And with that, I’m out of here. I’m going to be back with Cuddy and the detectives at 4. I know that you want this behind you both.” They both nodded at Wilson as he left.
“I heard that you threw a tantrum worthy of my own,” he stopped to look around and then a delighted grin hit his face, “Wow, you made a mess, must have scared the hell out of the nurses.”
“Don’t look so happy, I’m not proud of myself for that little outburst.”
”What?! It’s great!” He put his hand to his heart and wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, “My protégé. How can you tell that I’m happy, you can’t even see my mouth.”
Cameron laughed at his antics, “I can see it in your eyes. You’re such a jerk.”
“So I’ve been told on numerous occasions.”
They were silent a minute, Cameron turned to look at the window, wondering how she was going to broach what Chase had told her. She knew that House tended to fly off the handle, especially where Chase was concerned. Turning back toward him, she could see his concerned face.
“We need to talk before the detectives get here, I have to tell you something.”
TBC
Chapter 12