this might be the end
title: this might be the end
rating: teen
spoilers: nope
disclaimer: don't own
“Who are you,” House asked.
He had just walked into his office, stopping at the door to see Wilson sitting with someone he wasn't aquainted with, a much younger someone, in front of his desk.
“House, this is Dr. Daniel Adams. He’s a cardiologist,” Wilson said as House limped to the coat rack, avoiding eye contact, clearly giving, if lucky, a quarter of his attention.
“He’s applying for a posit-”
House pulled the I-pod out of his jacket pocket, taking a seat, legs crossed on the desk as the music began blaring through his headphones.
Dr. Adams stared at House for a moment, suddenly becoming interested in the detail of the walls.
‘Glass, eh?’
Wilson was not amused. He had taken time off to help with the interviewing and unlike some, had other work that he could be doing. Actually there really was not too much of a sacrifice since Cuddy was rewarding by giving some of his clinic hours to House.
The faint harmony of ‘The Who’ echoed throughout the room as House’s head bobbed side to side, eyes shut in relaxation.
“I could come back another time,” Adams suggested uncomfortably.
“No just give it a few minutes. Though, you should prepare yourself for sarcasm,” Wilson warned, going through Adam’s resume once more.
“Dr. House’s reputation is well-known as is Dr. Cuddy’s descriptions of his personality over the phone,” he stated with a chuckle.
“Good. Good.”
There was a sudden dead, awkward silence. Both men searching, digging their minds for something to say. Wilson tapped his thumbs in an unsteady beat while waiting/hoping House would open his damn eyes to read the plea behind his own.
Dr. Adams had his general concerns, but working for Dr. House would be a non-regrettable experience, an opportunity with the definite possibility of getting him somewhere far greater in the future. Dr. House was a sure route to success it would seem.
“Soo. Three fellows, correct,” Adams asked. Maybe there wasn’t honest curiosity, but it was an attempt to break the ice.
“Yes, you would be the third. The last fellow left before their contract was through since the opportunity to work in the Immunology Department was offered, and obviously a better career move.”
“Ah of course. Will there-”
Interrupting his next question was Cameron who was unmistakably angry at the man pretending to take no notice of any other life waiting in his office.
Her pace was quick on her way to his desk. Tugging the buds out of his ears, his eyes snapped open and immediately turning to shoot a glare at the two men in front of his desk before realizing that it was in fact his wife.
“Uh-oh,” he said waiting for the inevitable irrational argument by raging hormones.
“Do you enjoy pissing me off? Is it the twisted workings of your mind that lead my anger into a turn on for you,” she asked heatedly, arms crossed.
Out the corner of his eye, House caught a quick glance of Adams evidently mesmerized by the sight of Cameron standing before him.
His eyes running an inspection from her flushed cheeks, the curves of her breasts, down to her ass. It was the shifting in his chair that bothered House the most when Adam’s eyes paused, focusing on her breasts again.
In response, House pounded a fist on his desk, everyone jumping in shock as he reached out to grab Cameron, winding his arms around her waist possessively as his cheek rested against her stomach,
“Mine,” he said like a three year old who hasn’t learned that everyone should share their toys.
Although his words seemed a bit playful, there still was a trace of warning and control.
The dangerous narrowed eyed glare caused Adams to clear his throat in discomfort, giving a slight nod in understanding with a phony smile.
Cameron pushed against his shoulders to step away.
“Is it really that difficult for you to put the seat down,” House’s lips wrinkled to the side of his face, holding back any and all replies as well as a laugh.
“And again, the coffee machine was left on, and the toaster was left out with bread crumbs all over the counter. I shouldn’t have to check everything to make sure you did your job. Sort of defeats the purpose. My body aches, I’m tired so I would appreciate it if you would just do a few simple things around the house.”
Brows elevated, House nodded,
“Stop clenching,” was his only response.
“I’m cold.”
“Yeah,” he drew out the word in disbelief, “I do that too when I’m cold. Lash out at people, I mean.”
“I wasn’t lashing out,” she replied sternly.
“Riight, must’ve missed the part where you were calm and thoughtful.”
The defiant stare made him grin which only added a bit more spice to her fury.
“You’re crabby,” he swerved in his chair, facing Wilson and Adams.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Obviously.”
“Fine,” she didn’t say another word and left the office, the click of her heels echoing still when she rounded the corner.
“Real smooth House. Why don’t you piss her off some more, then you can be guaranteed no sex for months,” Wilson shook his head, irritated at his best friends lack of compassion a few moments ago.
“She knows I care.”
“Surprised to hear that. You know, sometimes it’s okay to actually show it every once in a while. Maybe voice your affection?”
Annoyed, House ignored his comment and pointed at Adams,
“You can go home. There’s no position,” he said and grabbed his cane.
“Cuddy’s going to bother you until you hire someone,” Wilson said, pause, “Where are you going?”
“To voice my affection, duh.”
He opened his pill bottle, swallowing two vicodin, and as he walked out of his office, he shouted,
“You’re hired.”
Both men sat there confused, glancing to make sure that they had actually heard what they thought.
"Well, I guess we'll see you tomorrow." Wilson held out his hand to shake which Adams accepted then asked,
"Was that woman Dr. House's girlfriend?"
"No," Adams smiled, thinking that he may have a shot.
Wilson oddly enough enjoyed this because the next thing he was ready to say would make his expression priceless.
'Oh god, I have to stop spending so much time with House,' he thought, but finished his sentence anyway,
"Allison's his wife."
**
**
Cameron wasn’t in her office when he checked, and Cuddy found him walking to the elevators.
“House,” she called after him.
“Can’t talk.”
“I’m letting you know that Allison went home early.”
Rolling his eyes,
“Great.”
**
**
Despite Cuddy’s commands at going to the clinic, House had left to go home and talk to Cameron. It was apparent that his behavior that morning was not comforting or understanding, and although he didn’t show it, he regretted doing it. Hence, the leaving work to...apologize(?).
Whatever happens, happens.
Pushing his key into the lock,
BANG!
CRASH!
THUMP!
“Allison,” House called.
Unlocking the door, he shoved it open, his cane dropping as he hopped around the house, using the objects around him as leverage to move faster.
“Allison,” he shouted again, but no answer. ‘Fuck’ he muttered to himself.
“Allison.” Nothing.
Not in the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, he went back to the front door then spotted Cameron lying by the book shelf, cursing himself for not seeing her before.
Kneeling down,
“Allison. Wake up,” he slapped her cheek, but it didn’t work. Whipping out his cell phone, he dialed the emergency number,
“This is Dr. House. I need an ambulance to come to 1734 Ashmore STAT.” He hung up, dialing one more number while still trying to wake Cameron.
“Wilson. I need you to come. Allie’s unconscious,” he noticed the lack of strength in his voice that was replaced with fear.
Not waiting for a reply, he tossed the cell to the ground, patting Cameron’s cheek a few more times, but she still wasn’t responding.
::I'm sorry, but it might be a bit longer til I can get the next chapter down, unless there's a moment where I can start typing. A lot of things are going on within the next month::
rating: teen
spoilers: nope
disclaimer: don't own
“Who are you,” House asked.
He had just walked into his office, stopping at the door to see Wilson sitting with someone he wasn't aquainted with, a much younger someone, in front of his desk.
“House, this is Dr. Daniel Adams. He’s a cardiologist,” Wilson said as House limped to the coat rack, avoiding eye contact, clearly giving, if lucky, a quarter of his attention.
“He’s applying for a posit-”
House pulled the I-pod out of his jacket pocket, taking a seat, legs crossed on the desk as the music began blaring through his headphones.
Dr. Adams stared at House for a moment, suddenly becoming interested in the detail of the walls.
‘Glass, eh?’
Wilson was not amused. He had taken time off to help with the interviewing and unlike some, had other work that he could be doing. Actually there really was not too much of a sacrifice since Cuddy was rewarding by giving some of his clinic hours to House.
The faint harmony of ‘The Who’ echoed throughout the room as House’s head bobbed side to side, eyes shut in relaxation.
“I could come back another time,” Adams suggested uncomfortably.
“No just give it a few minutes. Though, you should prepare yourself for sarcasm,” Wilson warned, going through Adam’s resume once more.
“Dr. House’s reputation is well-known as is Dr. Cuddy’s descriptions of his personality over the phone,” he stated with a chuckle.
“Good. Good.”
There was a sudden dead, awkward silence. Both men searching, digging their minds for something to say. Wilson tapped his thumbs in an unsteady beat while waiting/hoping House would open his damn eyes to read the plea behind his own.
Dr. Adams had his general concerns, but working for Dr. House would be a non-regrettable experience, an opportunity with the definite possibility of getting him somewhere far greater in the future. Dr. House was a sure route to success it would seem.
“Soo. Three fellows, correct,” Adams asked. Maybe there wasn’t honest curiosity, but it was an attempt to break the ice.
“Yes, you would be the third. The last fellow left before their contract was through since the opportunity to work in the Immunology Department was offered, and obviously a better career move.”
“Ah of course. Will there-”
Interrupting his next question was Cameron who was unmistakably angry at the man pretending to take no notice of any other life waiting in his office.
Her pace was quick on her way to his desk. Tugging the buds out of his ears, his eyes snapped open and immediately turning to shoot a glare at the two men in front of his desk before realizing that it was in fact his wife.
“Uh-oh,” he said waiting for the inevitable irrational argument by raging hormones.
“Do you enjoy pissing me off? Is it the twisted workings of your mind that lead my anger into a turn on for you,” she asked heatedly, arms crossed.
Out the corner of his eye, House caught a quick glance of Adams evidently mesmerized by the sight of Cameron standing before him.
His eyes running an inspection from her flushed cheeks, the curves of her breasts, down to her ass. It was the shifting in his chair that bothered House the most when Adam’s eyes paused, focusing on her breasts again.
In response, House pounded a fist on his desk, everyone jumping in shock as he reached out to grab Cameron, winding his arms around her waist possessively as his cheek rested against her stomach,
“Mine,” he said like a three year old who hasn’t learned that everyone should share their toys.
Although his words seemed a bit playful, there still was a trace of warning and control.
The dangerous narrowed eyed glare caused Adams to clear his throat in discomfort, giving a slight nod in understanding with a phony smile.
Cameron pushed against his shoulders to step away.
“Is it really that difficult for you to put the seat down,” House’s lips wrinkled to the side of his face, holding back any and all replies as well as a laugh.
“And again, the coffee machine was left on, and the toaster was left out with bread crumbs all over the counter. I shouldn’t have to check everything to make sure you did your job. Sort of defeats the purpose. My body aches, I’m tired so I would appreciate it if you would just do a few simple things around the house.”
Brows elevated, House nodded,
“Stop clenching,” was his only response.
“I’m cold.”
“Yeah,” he drew out the word in disbelief, “I do that too when I’m cold. Lash out at people, I mean.”
“I wasn’t lashing out,” she replied sternly.
“Riight, must’ve missed the part where you were calm and thoughtful.”
The defiant stare made him grin which only added a bit more spice to her fury.
“You’re crabby,” he swerved in his chair, facing Wilson and Adams.
“I’m pregnant.”
“Obviously.”
“Fine,” she didn’t say another word and left the office, the click of her heels echoing still when she rounded the corner.
“Real smooth House. Why don’t you piss her off some more, then you can be guaranteed no sex for months,” Wilson shook his head, irritated at his best friends lack of compassion a few moments ago.
“She knows I care.”
“Surprised to hear that. You know, sometimes it’s okay to actually show it every once in a while. Maybe voice your affection?”
Annoyed, House ignored his comment and pointed at Adams,
“You can go home. There’s no position,” he said and grabbed his cane.
“Cuddy’s going to bother you until you hire someone,” Wilson said, pause, “Where are you going?”
“To voice my affection, duh.”
He opened his pill bottle, swallowing two vicodin, and as he walked out of his office, he shouted,
“You’re hired.”
Both men sat there confused, glancing to make sure that they had actually heard what they thought.
"Well, I guess we'll see you tomorrow." Wilson held out his hand to shake which Adams accepted then asked,
"Was that woman Dr. House's girlfriend?"
"No," Adams smiled, thinking that he may have a shot.
Wilson oddly enough enjoyed this because the next thing he was ready to say would make his expression priceless.
'Oh god, I have to stop spending so much time with House,' he thought, but finished his sentence anyway,
"Allison's his wife."
**
**
Cameron wasn’t in her office when he checked, and Cuddy found him walking to the elevators.
“House,” she called after him.
“Can’t talk.”
“I’m letting you know that Allison went home early.”
Rolling his eyes,
“Great.”
**
**
Despite Cuddy’s commands at going to the clinic, House had left to go home and talk to Cameron. It was apparent that his behavior that morning was not comforting or understanding, and although he didn’t show it, he regretted doing it. Hence, the leaving work to...apologize(?).
Whatever happens, happens.
Pushing his key into the lock,
BANG!
CRASH!
THUMP!
“Allison,” House called.
Unlocking the door, he shoved it open, his cane dropping as he hopped around the house, using the objects around him as leverage to move faster.
“Allison,” he shouted again, but no answer. ‘Fuck’ he muttered to himself.
“Allison.” Nothing.
Not in the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, he went back to the front door then spotted Cameron lying by the book shelf, cursing himself for not seeing her before.
Kneeling down,
“Allison. Wake up,” he slapped her cheek, but it didn’t work. Whipping out his cell phone, he dialed the emergency number,
“This is Dr. House. I need an ambulance to come to 1734 Ashmore STAT.” He hung up, dialing one more number while still trying to wake Cameron.
“Wilson. I need you to come. Allie’s unconscious,” he noticed the lack of strength in his voice that was replaced with fear.
Not waiting for a reply, he tossed the cell to the ground, patting Cameron’s cheek a few more times, but she still wasn’t responding.
::I'm sorry, but it might be a bit longer til I can get the next chapter down, unless there's a moment where I can start typing. A lot of things are going on within the next month::