15 - Blue [House Fandom]
Title: How you are
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Pairing: Cameron/Chase
Rating: PG
Prompt: 15 - Blue
Word Count: 745
Authors Note: Yet again another fic that I wrote from end to beginning…go figure.
“I don’t want a relationship with you…”
“I know, I also know you like flowers.”
“Chase,” her voice was quiet. They sat awkwardly in the coffee shop; it was a week after he had given her flowers. Since that night they walked on eggshells around each other. Cameron knew they couldn’t work like this; not knowing how Chase felt about her.
“Allison.”
Nervously she licked her lips, pulling off her blue blazer as she sat across from him at the table. “Chase,” she replied, ignoring his use of her first name. She had to choose her words carefully, not for him but for herself. Everyone thinks she wears her heart on her sleeve but that’s what she wants everyone to think; she’s really guarded. “Relationships are tricky.”
“We handle tricky every day,” he cut her off, absentmindedly playing with a sugar packet in his hand.
“Other people’s lives are different. Relationships take risks and people get hurt. We work together and admit it or not we’re not going to ever find something as challenging as working with House is.” Cameron took a deep breath before finishing her words. “I won’t do anything to compromise that.” Her eyebrow raised and she looked at him with a smirk, trying to lighten the conversation. “Even if the sex was good.”
Chase tightened his jaw and looked at her, meeting her eyes with a hard look. “It wasn’t about the sex.”
“Yes it was; you were the one that chose to change that. Not me. You broke the rules, Chase.”
“There should have never been rules like that. It’s never you, heaven forbid you let anyone see what you don’t want them to Cameron.”
“I’m not wired that way, Chase.”
“You’re turning into him.”
“I resent that.”
“I resent being used as a meat puppet.” His tone was flat even as his fist came down hard on the table, the bowl of sugar bouncing so hard it almost spilled over. “I’ve seen it,” he spat at her, causing her to flinch as he tried to get back his temper and control it. “I know things about you Cameron.”
“No.” You only know what I let you…or anyone see. “Sexual positions don’t count.”
Chase narrowed his eyes at her, more pissed off that she got to him than anything. He started ticking his words off on his fingers. “You eat peanut butter from the jar when nobody is looking - on your finger and not on a spoon because it tastes better. You love classic movies but hate Casablanca; you want to be Lana Turner’s character in ‘Somewhere I’ll Find You’.” Roughly he ran his fingers through his hair before continuing. “In spite of everything you keep the light on in the hall so I don’t trip over that insipid looking umbrella rack that your mother-in-law gave you but you can’t seem to get rid of.”
Cameron for once was speechless.
Roughly he stood up, reaching under the table for something he had kept hidden. He picked up a cellophane wrapped flower and tossed it on the table. “You love rare and beautiful things like hard to find roses. Blue ones; natural not died. They are less common and show that someone cares if they went through the trouble of finding it.”
Her eyes were closed tightly, the image of the rose burned in her mind so vivid she could still see it. The bell above the door signaled his exit as she sat there, immobile and mute. He shouldn’t know these things, she never gave him permission to get under her skin and…
Cameron sighed heavily and reached down to touch the rose that lay on the table. She was almost afraid to pull it from its wrapper; as it if would disappear on her.
With slow movements, Cameron picked up her phone and sent a text message moments before picking up her cell phone and dialing the first number on speed dial. “Robert…it’s Allison…” her voice failed her even as she tried to search for the right words to say. There were no right words for this moment.
Before he could speak his phone beeped, he pulled it away and looked down at it. ‘Just…don’t break me.’ With a sigh Chase leaned back against the drivers seat of his car, closing his eyes. “Dinner, tomorrow night?”
“Pick me up at six.” Cameron knew things too; she knew he’d be there with another blue rose. That’s how Chase was.
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Pairing: Cameron/Chase
Rating: PG
Prompt: 15 - Blue
Word Count: 745
Authors Note: Yet again another fic that I wrote from end to beginning…go figure.
“I don’t want a relationship with you…”
“I know, I also know you like flowers.”
“Chase,” her voice was quiet. They sat awkwardly in the coffee shop; it was a week after he had given her flowers. Since that night they walked on eggshells around each other. Cameron knew they couldn’t work like this; not knowing how Chase felt about her.
“Allison.”
Nervously she licked her lips, pulling off her blue blazer as she sat across from him at the table. “Chase,” she replied, ignoring his use of her first name. She had to choose her words carefully, not for him but for herself. Everyone thinks she wears her heart on her sleeve but that’s what she wants everyone to think; she’s really guarded. “Relationships are tricky.”
“We handle tricky every day,” he cut her off, absentmindedly playing with a sugar packet in his hand.
“Other people’s lives are different. Relationships take risks and people get hurt. We work together and admit it or not we’re not going to ever find something as challenging as working with House is.” Cameron took a deep breath before finishing her words. “I won’t do anything to compromise that.” Her eyebrow raised and she looked at him with a smirk, trying to lighten the conversation. “Even if the sex was good.”
Chase tightened his jaw and looked at her, meeting her eyes with a hard look. “It wasn’t about the sex.”
“Yes it was; you were the one that chose to change that. Not me. You broke the rules, Chase.”
“There should have never been rules like that. It’s never you, heaven forbid you let anyone see what you don’t want them to Cameron.”
“I’m not wired that way, Chase.”
“You’re turning into him.”
“I resent that.”
“I resent being used as a meat puppet.” His tone was flat even as his fist came down hard on the table, the bowl of sugar bouncing so hard it almost spilled over. “I’ve seen it,” he spat at her, causing her to flinch as he tried to get back his temper and control it. “I know things about you Cameron.”
“No.” You only know what I let you…or anyone see. “Sexual positions don’t count.”
Chase narrowed his eyes at her, more pissed off that she got to him than anything. He started ticking his words off on his fingers. “You eat peanut butter from the jar when nobody is looking - on your finger and not on a spoon because it tastes better. You love classic movies but hate Casablanca; you want to be Lana Turner’s character in ‘Somewhere I’ll Find You’.” Roughly he ran his fingers through his hair before continuing. “In spite of everything you keep the light on in the hall so I don’t trip over that insipid looking umbrella rack that your mother-in-law gave you but you can’t seem to get rid of.”
Cameron for once was speechless.
Roughly he stood up, reaching under the table for something he had kept hidden. He picked up a cellophane wrapped flower and tossed it on the table. “You love rare and beautiful things like hard to find roses. Blue ones; natural not died. They are less common and show that someone cares if they went through the trouble of finding it.”
Her eyes were closed tightly, the image of the rose burned in her mind so vivid she could still see it. The bell above the door signaled his exit as she sat there, immobile and mute. He shouldn’t know these things, she never gave him permission to get under her skin and…
Cameron sighed heavily and reached down to touch the rose that lay on the table. She was almost afraid to pull it from its wrapper; as it if would disappear on her.
With slow movements, Cameron picked up her phone and sent a text message moments before picking up her cell phone and dialing the first number on speed dial. “Robert…it’s Allison…” her voice failed her even as she tried to search for the right words to say. There were no right words for this moment.
Before he could speak his phone beeped, he pulled it away and looked down at it. ‘Just…don’t break me.’ With a sigh Chase leaned back against the drivers seat of his car, closing his eyes. “Dinner, tomorrow night?”
“Pick me up at six.” Cameron knew things too; she knew he’d be there with another blue rose. That’s how Chase was.