Fanfic: Cobalt Blue
Title: Cobalt Blue
Pairing: hmm, we’ll see
Spoilers: Little of ‘Resignation’
Disclaimer: Do Not Own
A/N: I’m not really sure about starting this series so if you’re interested please let me know, and I’ll continue :D This is pretty short, but again, I‘m unsure about this.
His expression: undeniably honest
His words: characteristically filled with avoidance and sarcasm
His eyes: His cobalt eyes were nothing except a beautiful piece of genetics that were certainly nice to look at.
To say they spoke volumes, with one stare he was telling you what he really felt because it was too complicated to form into words would be an over-stated...scratch that, it would simply be an exaggeration, unless we’re all a mass crowd of poets who search for the perfect metaphors and vivid descriptions for every insignificant detail.
Pause...Right.
Regardless if one gaze into those orbs could morph a word into the mind or not, there’s no question that they highlighted the intensity of an expression that defined his sentiments.
- - -
It was never an effortless task to focus on his words without being bombarded with waves of hypnotics when he gave instruction or scolded. Perhaps that’s why she lasted as long as she did working under him.
Who knows how Foreman and Chase did it for so many years?
Cameron was reluctant in her response when she agreed to a meeting with Cuddy after she offered a position in the Immunology Department.
It was two floors up from the Diagnostic Department so she figured it might not be as bad as she seemed to be imagining. House didn’t even have to know. Maybe she’d last a few months before he discovered that she was, once again, working at the same hospital, but if she would refrain from being the optimist, she wouldn’t have set herself up for disappointment when he walked into her office on her first day.
“I thought you quit,” he leered with his head peeking through the door.
She sat behind her desk sorting through papers and arranging picture frames at the corner of her desk, anything to keep her occupied so she wouldn’t have to face the smug grin that was sure to be present on his own.
“I did quit. Now I’m working for this department.”
“Right,” he said, his head hanging. Glancing up at her, she still hadn’t looked at him. He opened the door all the way and took a seat on the couch that was against the wall.
“So how long do you think it’ll be before you have a crush on your new boss,” he asked.
Without missing a beat she replied,
“I’d give it a week.”
His head tilted to the side, intrigued and yet, not so much. Leaning forward, he pushed his cane from hand to hand, unsure of what should or shouldn’t be said. He wanted to leave, but his reason for coming, his need for an explanation was forcing him to stay until he got his answers.
No problem, though, because it was fun to harass her sometimes.
“Why don’t we save each other the time and annoyance. Why are you here,” she asked, finally looking up at him.
“I want to know why you came back,” he stated plainly.
“Because my new position of employment and office that’s restricted for myself only isn’t obvious enough,” she quipped, clearly annoyed by his antics.
“I want to know why this hospital. You could’ve gotten a job anywhere and yet, you chose to be here. Why,” he asked. It really wasn’t even a question, but a demand for honesty.
“Cuddy offered the position so I took it. Does it really matter that I’m working here?”
“No, but it is interesting.”
“Why, because you think that I still have feelings for you, that I’m not going to be able to stay away, that I’m going to come to you sooner or later and ask for a real chance? Get over yourself, House.”
“You’re dating Chase.”
“You’re dating Cuddy,” she countered back, her gaze unwavering from his own.
“Who told you that,” he asked surprised by her knowledge of his newfound relationship, brows together in confusion and curiosity.
Shrugging her shoulders,
“Cuddy let a comment slip, and I put it together.”
“Right,” he said with a nod, pushing himself up with his cane. Opening the door to exit, he turned around, when he heard her speak,
“I didn’t quit because of you, House. I quit because there was nothing left to learn.”
He scoffed, shaking his head with his tongue in his cheek,
“Always trying to make everyone like you. You can say what you want,” he said opening the door wider,
“Don’t worry. I know that you quit on me,” and with that he slammed the door shut, Cameron jumping in her seat at the unexpected bang.
- - -
That night, House sat in his office, blinds closed, music playing, almost asleep when he heard a soft knock.
“Go away,” he shouted to whoever was on the opposite side.
He rolled his eyes when the door opened, lifting his right leg as he removed it from its resting place on the stool.
“Do you plan on staying here all night,” Cuddy asked as she made her way to his side of the desk.
“Don’t have any plans so why not.”
Her lips pressed together at his words and she moved to take a seat on the edge of his desk, her fingers beginning to knead the muscles in his shoulders.
“Do you want to come over tonight,” she whispered in his ear, placing a soft kiss then tugging the lobe between her teeth.
“Why did you hire Cameron,” he asked, ignoring her advances.
“Because she’s a good doctor, this is a good hospital, and the position seemed right for her,” she stopped her movements, her hands sliding from his shoulders down to his biceps before she pulled away.
“I’m going home,” she replied quietly.
Sighing, he pulled out his bottle of Vicodin, popping two pills before reaching for his cane.
“I’m coming with you,” he called to her while putting on his jacket and followed her to her car.
Pairing: hmm, we’ll see
Spoilers: Little of ‘Resignation’
Disclaimer: Do Not Own
A/N: I’m not really sure about starting this series so if you’re interested please let me know, and I’ll continue :D This is pretty short, but again, I‘m unsure about this.
His expression: undeniably honest
His words: characteristically filled with avoidance and sarcasm
His eyes: His cobalt eyes were nothing except a beautiful piece of genetics that were certainly nice to look at.
To say they spoke volumes, with one stare he was telling you what he really felt because it was too complicated to form into words would be an over-stated...scratch that, it would simply be an exaggeration, unless we’re all a mass crowd of poets who search for the perfect metaphors and vivid descriptions for every insignificant detail.
Pause...Right.
Regardless if one gaze into those orbs could morph a word into the mind or not, there’s no question that they highlighted the intensity of an expression that defined his sentiments.
- - -
It was never an effortless task to focus on his words without being bombarded with waves of hypnotics when he gave instruction or scolded. Perhaps that’s why she lasted as long as she did working under him.
Who knows how Foreman and Chase did it for so many years?
Cameron was reluctant in her response when she agreed to a meeting with Cuddy after she offered a position in the Immunology Department.
It was two floors up from the Diagnostic Department so she figured it might not be as bad as she seemed to be imagining. House didn’t even have to know. Maybe she’d last a few months before he discovered that she was, once again, working at the same hospital, but if she would refrain from being the optimist, she wouldn’t have set herself up for disappointment when he walked into her office on her first day.
“I thought you quit,” he leered with his head peeking through the door.
She sat behind her desk sorting through papers and arranging picture frames at the corner of her desk, anything to keep her occupied so she wouldn’t have to face the smug grin that was sure to be present on his own.
“I did quit. Now I’m working for this department.”
“Right,” he said, his head hanging. Glancing up at her, she still hadn’t looked at him. He opened the door all the way and took a seat on the couch that was against the wall.
“So how long do you think it’ll be before you have a crush on your new boss,” he asked.
Without missing a beat she replied,
“I’d give it a week.”
His head tilted to the side, intrigued and yet, not so much. Leaning forward, he pushed his cane from hand to hand, unsure of what should or shouldn’t be said. He wanted to leave, but his reason for coming, his need for an explanation was forcing him to stay until he got his answers.
No problem, though, because it was fun to harass her sometimes.
“Why don’t we save each other the time and annoyance. Why are you here,” she asked, finally looking up at him.
“I want to know why you came back,” he stated plainly.
“Because my new position of employment and office that’s restricted for myself only isn’t obvious enough,” she quipped, clearly annoyed by his antics.
“I want to know why this hospital. You could’ve gotten a job anywhere and yet, you chose to be here. Why,” he asked. It really wasn’t even a question, but a demand for honesty.
“Cuddy offered the position so I took it. Does it really matter that I’m working here?”
“No, but it is interesting.”
“Why, because you think that I still have feelings for you, that I’m not going to be able to stay away, that I’m going to come to you sooner or later and ask for a real chance? Get over yourself, House.”
“You’re dating Chase.”
“You’re dating Cuddy,” she countered back, her gaze unwavering from his own.
“Who told you that,” he asked surprised by her knowledge of his newfound relationship, brows together in confusion and curiosity.
Shrugging her shoulders,
“Cuddy let a comment slip, and I put it together.”
“Right,” he said with a nod, pushing himself up with his cane. Opening the door to exit, he turned around, when he heard her speak,
“I didn’t quit because of you, House. I quit because there was nothing left to learn.”
He scoffed, shaking his head with his tongue in his cheek,
“Always trying to make everyone like you. You can say what you want,” he said opening the door wider,
“Don’t worry. I know that you quit on me,” and with that he slammed the door shut, Cameron jumping in her seat at the unexpected bang.
- - -
That night, House sat in his office, blinds closed, music playing, almost asleep when he heard a soft knock.
“Go away,” he shouted to whoever was on the opposite side.
He rolled his eyes when the door opened, lifting his right leg as he removed it from its resting place on the stool.
“Do you plan on staying here all night,” Cuddy asked as she made her way to his side of the desk.
“Don’t have any plans so why not.”
Her lips pressed together at his words and she moved to take a seat on the edge of his desk, her fingers beginning to knead the muscles in his shoulders.
“Do you want to come over tonight,” she whispered in his ear, placing a soft kiss then tugging the lobe between her teeth.
“Why did you hire Cameron,” he asked, ignoring her advances.
“Because she’s a good doctor, this is a good hospital, and the position seemed right for her,” she stopped her movements, her hands sliding from his shoulders down to his biceps before she pulled away.
“I’m going home,” she replied quietly.
Sighing, he pulled out his bottle of Vicodin, popping two pills before reaching for his cane.
“I’m coming with you,” he called to her while putting on his jacket and followed her to her car.