>> No Apologies {Cuddy/Cameron} Ch2
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Title ; No Apologies
Paring ; Cuddy/Cameron
Rating ; 17+
Disclaimer: Not Mine, At All
Summary: "What goes up must come down." In Cuddys mind, does something serious make you a better person? Does it set you free? What happens when she can't even realize the only person judging her is herself.
All mistakes are my own.
2 weeks went by and she cuddled into her pillows, hand on her stomach, she never thought she'd be doing this alone.
Cameron stopped in front of Cuddy's house. She took off her sunglasses and got out of the car. She took her time walking to the door, letting the sudden light make everything more vivid and welcoming.
It always got to her, she cared. She opened the door instead of knocking. There was a sonnet being played and it floated above her head like a hook. She found Cuddy sitting next to her bed on the floor. Cuddy was crying, real tears too. She hadn't cried in what seemed like forever.
Cameron was quiet kneeling in front of her. She wiped one of Cuddy's tears away. Cuddy jumped in horror and looked at Cameron incredulously. 'The door was open.' Cameron lingered on every word, as to not give off any sense of intrusion.
Cameron stood up. 'Come,' she held out her hand. 'Come,' she invited, 'Please.' Her forehead creased in a pleading manner. Cuddy was intrigued. She took Cameron's hand.
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Cameron notices the light bruise on Cuddy's eye. She tries not to stare. Cuddy wishes she wasn't so clueless and ashamed because the two hadn't said a word to each-other within the last 9 minutes. 'I hope I'm not driving you crazy, I just have nothing to say.' Cameron kept her eyes on the road. Cuddy pouted her lip and nodded, 'That does tend to happen.' She looked to the window and rolled her eyes in stupidity, this was so obviously going to be insane! Everything is going to be awkward and stressed and now she was picking at everything going on at the moment because her unquiet mind had no idea how to just.. what's the word... chill.
'Should I be worried?' Cuddy turned to see Cameron. The blonde was eying her in confusion so Cuddy stated, 'Mmm, stomach ache.' Cuddy's lips turned into a straight line, giving a false indication of a warm smile. Cuddy looked out the window, they stopped in the driving lot in front of a church. It was a private church, no trespassing, Cuddy noted.
Cameron got out of the car and began walking to the side of the church. Cuddy finally got out and followed her. Cameron stopped near an old tree. 'This is it.' She confirmed. Cuddy stood next to it, poking her head up the tree. 'It's.. dead.' She hoped this didn't ruin any sentimental childhood value. 'Yes, it is. It's been dead for a whole month now.' Cameron gazed at the tattered tree, broken leaves, and then she gave Cuddy another thought. Without asking or saying. The thought consisted of blame, she should be caring but she can't. Her stomach feels a little restless. Cameron flicked Cuddy's hair away and gave a small grin. 'Maybe next time then. Come on.'
Cuddy stood in awe of the sudden realization. Could it be as easy as it seems to let her know? If she knew what would it be easier then?
.001
She walked to the Church a little after work, after the fight with Chase. 'Wouldn't expect to find you here.' She smiled. 'Allie-Jane, is that you?' A man with a scottish accent walked up to her, he was having a cigarette next to a dead tree. He was tall, slim, free black hair, a bit too long for her taste. 'Stephen.' She said innocently. He slid up next to her and taking her into an embrace. 'I'm in a relationship, engaged actually.' He inhaled the smoke. 'You look like it, you're all doubtful and pink.' She felt like a ditz and sighed in frustration. 'I just, I don't know what I'm looking for. I thought coming to a church would give some sort of peace and pave the path you should be looking for.' He contemplated but reached her hand and cupped her face, he gave her a light lazy kiss. She pushed him off. 'Get your hands off of me!' She screamed. 'What the hell do you think you're doing! I'm engaged!' She shouted, uncontrollable wrinkles forming in her forehead. 'Oh don't make that face, Alliejane, your skin shouldn't fear whatever gives your day and new turn. I'm giving you the path you've been looking for. You'll be back before you know it.' She could not comprehend a damn thing he was saying. 'You're sick,' she walked away. 'And my name is Allison!.' She walked away and with a gust of smoke he muttered 'I know.'
.end.
{flashback}
Title ; No Apologies
Paring ; Cuddy/Cameron
Rating ; 17+
Disclaimer: Not Mine, At All
Summary: "What goes up must come down." In Cuddys mind, does something serious make you a better person? Does it set you free? What happens when she can't even realize the only person judging her is herself.
All mistakes are my own.
2 weeks went by and she cuddled into her pillows, hand on her stomach, she never thought she'd be doing this alone.
Cameron stopped in front of Cuddy's house. She took off her sunglasses and got out of the car. She took her time walking to the door, letting the sudden light make everything more vivid and welcoming.
It always got to her, she cared. She opened the door instead of knocking. There was a sonnet being played and it floated above her head like a hook. She found Cuddy sitting next to her bed on the floor. Cuddy was crying, real tears too. She hadn't cried in what seemed like forever.
Cameron was quiet kneeling in front of her. She wiped one of Cuddy's tears away. Cuddy jumped in horror and looked at Cameron incredulously. 'The door was open.' Cameron lingered on every word, as to not give off any sense of intrusion.
Cameron stood up. 'Come,' she held out her hand. 'Come,' she invited, 'Please.' Her forehead creased in a pleading manner. Cuddy was intrigued. She took Cameron's hand.
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Cameron notices the light bruise on Cuddy's eye. She tries not to stare. Cuddy wishes she wasn't so clueless and ashamed because the two hadn't said a word to each-other within the last 9 minutes. 'I hope I'm not driving you crazy, I just have nothing to say.' Cameron kept her eyes on the road. Cuddy pouted her lip and nodded, 'That does tend to happen.' She looked to the window and rolled her eyes in stupidity, this was so obviously going to be insane! Everything is going to be awkward and stressed and now she was picking at everything going on at the moment because her unquiet mind had no idea how to just.. what's the word... chill.
'Should I be worried?' Cuddy turned to see Cameron. The blonde was eying her in confusion so Cuddy stated, 'Mmm, stomach ache.' Cuddy's lips turned into a straight line, giving a false indication of a warm smile. Cuddy looked out the window, they stopped in the driving lot in front of a church. It was a private church, no trespassing, Cuddy noted.
Cameron got out of the car and began walking to the side of the church. Cuddy finally got out and followed her. Cameron stopped near an old tree. 'This is it.' She confirmed. Cuddy stood next to it, poking her head up the tree. 'It's.. dead.' She hoped this didn't ruin any sentimental childhood value. 'Yes, it is. It's been dead for a whole month now.' Cameron gazed at the tattered tree, broken leaves, and then she gave Cuddy another thought. Without asking or saying. The thought consisted of blame, she should be caring but she can't. Her stomach feels a little restless. Cameron flicked Cuddy's hair away and gave a small grin. 'Maybe next time then. Come on.'
Cuddy stood in awe of the sudden realization. Could it be as easy as it seems to let her know? If she knew what would it be easier then?
.001
She walked to the Church a little after work, after the fight with Chase. 'Wouldn't expect to find you here.' She smiled. 'Allie-Jane, is that you?' A man with a scottish accent walked up to her, he was having a cigarette next to a dead tree. He was tall, slim, free black hair, a bit too long for her taste. 'Stephen.' She said innocently. He slid up next to her and taking her into an embrace. 'I'm in a relationship, engaged actually.' He inhaled the smoke. 'You look like it, you're all doubtful and pink.' She felt like a ditz and sighed in frustration. 'I just, I don't know what I'm looking for. I thought coming to a church would give some sort of peace and pave the path you should be looking for.' He contemplated but reached her hand and cupped her face, he gave her a light lazy kiss. She pushed him off. 'Get your hands off of me!' She screamed. 'What the hell do you think you're doing! I'm engaged!' She shouted, uncontrollable wrinkles forming in her forehead. 'Oh don't make that face, Alliejane, your skin shouldn't fear whatever gives your day and new turn. I'm giving you the path you've been looking for. You'll be back before you know it.' She could not comprehend a damn thing he was saying. 'You're sick,' she walked away. 'And my name is Allison!.' She walked away and with a gust of smoke he muttered 'I know.'
.end.
{flashback}