Any House Ship

Lost and Found (13/Cam, 13/Cuddy)

2008-08-02T10:00:34Z

Title: Lost and Found
Rating: R
Pairing: 13/Cameron, 13/Cuddy, 13/Amber-lookalike
Prompt: 13/Cameron, the truth will set you free, 13/Cuddy, panties for oxoniensis ' porn battle
Summary: After the events of Wilson's Heart, 13 seeks comfort from Cameron. 13 tries to kiss her, and is rejected.
Spoilers: Wilson's Heart
Disclaimers: I do not own House, M.D. or its characters. No profit made, no infringement intended.

@ my journal

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2008-07-25T08:38:01Z

Bones [10]
Cam/Cuddy [1]
Cam/Thirteen [2]
Olivia Wilde [5]
The O.C. [3]
The Black Donnelly's [2]

Samples:

@ my journal

New Community: House Annual Fic Awards

2008-07-23T20:56:48Z

We all know there out fics out there that deserve recognition. Finally, here's your chance. Nominate your favorite fics of the year for a House Annual Fic Award in a number of different categories. All fics, gen, het and slash/femslash, are eligible for a House Annual Fic Award.

The first round of house_annual will begin November 11th, 2008. Please friend the community to receive news and announcements.

IDF: Just a girl with an umbrella (Cameron/13)

2008-07-19T08:11:41Z

Title: Just a girl with an umbrella
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Prompt: U is for "umbrella" @ fiftyxfifty
Summary: Thirteen flees into the rain after the events of Wilson's Heart, and Cameron goes to find her
Seasons/Spoilers: Wilson's Heart
Disclaimers: I do not own House or it's characters. No profit made, no infringement intended.
Author's Note: For International Femslash Day 2008

It‘s raining when Thirteen finally leaves the hospital. It seems fitting that the sky should be raging when her world is crashing down. She’s rather glad she has forgotten her umbrella. She likes the way hard cold rain hits her skin, and reminds her that she is alive- for now. She doesn’t feel like driving home, all that awaits her there is dirty dishes and yesterday’s paper. She wants to walk for a while and lose herself in the rain.

Thirteen heads in the direction of the nearest park. She’s focused on the sound of the rain, how it intensifies and softens. She notices how the city looks different bathed in the mist and the grey. The rain stings her skin, and she is aware of every tingle and goose bump. She makes herself notice every sense, like she’s trying to make sure she’ll remember this if it’s her last moment. Analytically, she knows Huntington’s will take many years to destroy her ability to talk, swallow, and walk, and then eventually kill her. But it’s hard to be logical when it feels like the sky is falling.

Thirteen feels like she’s dying already, each breath bringing her closer to lying in that bed like Amber. Except that when she’s the one in that bed, she won’t be able to say goodbye to her non-existent lover. This disease will take away her humanity, her soul, long before it kills her.
Thirteen feels waves of anger joining in her fear and sorrow. She’s angry that human beings can be created only to be destroyed… that they can create lives were they’re loved and needed, only to be torn away and left with nothing but a painful memory. That even the best memories are marred by the painful sting of loss and the witnessing of human suffering.

It’s then, while Thirteen is immersed in her darkest thoughts that Cameron finds her. Cameron had interrogated House after noticing that Thirteen looked as though she was about to break as she left the hospital. As soon as House told her what he’d done, Cameron grabbed an umbrella and ran to go find Thirteen. She’d been searching for 20 minutes before she found her in the park.

Cameron doesn’t know the right words to comfort Thirteen, to calm her. She certainly never knew the right words for her late husband. Maybe there really aren’t any right words. Words can’t cure, or numb the pain. All you do is be there, and hope that’s enough.
Cameron doesn’t announce her presence to Thirteen; she simply covers Thirteen with her umbrella.

It’s the loss of the rhythm of the rain on her skin that pulls Thirteen out of her thoughts. Thirteen turns, shocked to see Cameron next to her holding the umbrella. Cameron’s eyes study Thirteen, and Thirteen can’t stand the sympathy she finds there.

“I’m dying,” She states, her voice hard, “Huntington’s.”

“I know,” Cameron replies, her voice apologetic and honest.

“Figures,” Thirteen says with a bitter chuckle. “House loves to gossip.”

“He didn’t. I made him tell me,” Cameron replies earnestly. “I cared,” she admits, her eyes softly looking into Thirteen's.

“You cared?” Thirteen doesn’t attempt to hide her contempt. “I don’t need you to play the hero... the guardian angel... Besides, I can’t be saved.”

Cameron doesn’t let anyone walk all over her, even if they have Huntington’s. “So, you don’t want my support- fine. What’s your great plan, Thirteen? Wallow in self-pity? Drink yourself to death? Because after all, nothing matters now, you’re dying. You might as well die sooner…” Cameron mocks Thirteen angrily.

“Ya, sure. Why not?” Thirteen replies, her voice dark and daring. “Look, I know dying, I’ve seen it before. I’ve seen it destroy everyone around them. I’d rather this time, it just destroyed me,” Thirteen’s voice is tough, but her pain is close to the surface.

“It doesn’t work like that Thirteen, we touch almost every other life we come in contract with. But that can be one of the best parts of life. I know death too. I lost my husband. I was only 21. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t heart breaking, terrifying… I lost the person I loved most in the world. But I don’t regret loving him, marrying him. That’s what love is. Loving something that’s flawed, mortal, vulnerable, breakable… We are all dying. That’s what it means to be alive, to live and die. But it’s the living that matters most.” Cameron’s eyes met Thirteen’s, and Cameron dares her to deny what she’s said.

Thirteen just looks back, tears welling in her eyes. When a tear slips down her check, Cameron wipes it away. Then Cameron kisses her.
The kiss isn’t demanding or even passionate. It’s timid and soft. It’s comforting. It’s meant to say, I’m here, I love you. It’s meant to say I’ll risk my heart being broken terribly, because I have no choice but to love you. It’s meant to say the fact that you’re dying won’t scare me away.

Thirteen kisses her back, answering her. I’ll live in this moment; I’ll love, for it’s all we have.

The umbrella falls to the ground, forgotten. The rain showers them, reminding them they’re alive.

IDF: Cameron/13 Fanmix

2008-07-19T07:43:23Z

Title: Love in the Time of Dying
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Spoilers: Wilson's Heart
Author: Babydykecate
Disclaimer: I do not own House or it's characters. No profit made, no infringement intended.
Author's Note: For International Femslash Day 2008

Cover Credits: Credits- pics- www.oliviawilde.org
http://scans.sicknote.org.uk/pictures/jennifer_morrison/
texture-

paleseptembre

Thirteen Seduces Cameron
1. Close Up - Frou Frou (Cameron to Thirteen)
I love you I hate you // I can't keep my hands of you

Oh my god, I'm not supposed to say this// 'Cause I know that you're trouble but...//
Is that your real name and why are you doing this?

Thirteen Falls for Cameron during her seduction
2. The Hunter Gets Captured by the Game - Massive Attack ft. Tracy Thorn (Thirteen to Cameron)
you were the catch that I was after // I looked up and I was in your arms and I knew that I was captured

Love hit me with a sudden slap // One kiss and then I knew it // Ooooooh, my plans didn't work out like I thought//
'Cause I had laid my trap for you but it seems that I got caught

Cameron tells Chase about kissing Thirteen, and Chase freaks out
3. The Moment I Said it - Imogen Heap (Cameron to Chase)
I know what you're thinking. // But darling you're not thinking straight // Suddenly things just happened, we can't explain…

no I've never seen you like this. // You're scaring me… you're scaring me… you're scaring me… to death

Cameron Leaves Chase While He's Asleep
4. Never Coming Home - Sting (Narrator/Chase)
As you creep towards the closet you're so careful not to wake him // And you choose the cotton dress you bought last summer // There's a time of indecision between the bedroom and the door // But the part of you that knows that you can't take it any more

So she wrote it in a letter all the things she couldn't say // And she told him she was never coming home // She told him she was never coming home

Thirteen finds out she has Huntington's
5. Disease - Allison Crowe (Thirteen)
Lost again // misdirected and folded // drowned in bones // and thrown away // they told me to disappear // and slowly dive // into the shallow end // of the gene pool

Thirteen Seeks Comfort from Cameron
6. Dissolved Girl - Massive Attack (Thirteen to Cameron)
Say, say my name // I need a little love to ease the pain

You are not my savior // But I still don't go // Feels like something // That I've done before // I could fake it // But I still want more

Cameron comforts Thirteen, and assures her she'll stay despite the disease
7. Answer - Sarah McLachlan (Cameron to Thirteen)
I will be the answer at the end of the line // I will be there for you while you take the time // In the burning of uncertainty I will be your solid ground // I will hold the balance if you can’t look down

If it takes a whole life I wont break I wont bend // It’ll all be worth it worth it in the end // Cause I can only tell you what I know // That I need you in my life

Thirteen realizes she needs to cherish every moment she has with Cameron
8. Change - Tracy Chapman (Thirteen)
If you knew that you would die today // Saw the face of god and love // Would you change? // Would you change?

If you knew that love can break your heart // When you're down so low that you cannot fall // Would you change? // Would you change?

Thirteen decides not to be afraid, and to admit she loves Cameron
9. Fumbling Towards Ecstasy / Possession (Hidden Track) - Sarah McLachlan (Thirteen to Cameron)
All the fear has left me now // I'm not frightened anymore.

and if I shed a tear I won't cage it. // I won't fear love // and if I feel a rage I won't deny it. // I won't fear love. (Fumbling Towards Ecstasy)

And I would be the one // to hold you down, // kiss you so hard, // I'll take your breath away (Possession)

http://www.sendspace.com/file/0p9u1a Includes cover art and full lyrics

Ficlet: You and I Both

2008-07-09T11:57:41Z

Title : You and I Both
Author:mabe85
Pairing: A bit of House/Cameron
Rating: General
Spoilers: Mirror, Mirror

Author's Note: A ficlet based on the missing scene from "Mirror, Mirror." I have wanted to write this for so long but never had the time--and courage, since I figured someone must have thought about this before I did.
But I sneaked a moment from my boss and finally managed to produce this. And yeah, that's why it seems so hurried. And it's also un-betaed.
Comments and critics are welcomed.

You and I Both

Hello...

2008-07-03T02:07:02Z

I haven't written in a while or talked to any of you for that matter...please don't take it the wrong way. Something profound is happening to me right now.

I am taking charge of my life and it requires to be away from the computer. I am moving out of Chicago and into Westmont, IL and I won't really have my own computer for a while.

There isn't a day that doesn't go by that I don't wish I could make the time to make another video devoted to House or write another fan fiction, and I will do it again, I promise, but my life right now is filled with packing, reminiscing, and overall just renovating my living situation.

I will finally be away from family and have my own private space which I desperately needed for several years now.

I miss the communion that is offered in the online atmosphere very much.

I will miss it as much as I will miss my own family in certain ways.

But all things come to pass and this time is now and I must not miss it.

I am moving into the new apartment with a roomate in mid August, until then take care and I will try my best to make updates on any_house_ship...I know I owe two other people some prizes and I will find some way to get them to you! Especially before I move!

Things have just been crazy. :0

All my love my friends and flamers,

Gina aka diagnosticmad

Very short fic!

2008-06-28T13:26:39Z

Title - Swallows and Moments
Author - Bones (obsessed_psyco)
Pairing - Wilson/Amber
Words - 188
Summary - Amber is happy - All things considered...
Warnings - Spoilers for 4x09 - Games
Rating - PG-13
Authors notes - Written for the Janitors Closet Month 1 - (Prompt:One swallow does not make a summer, neither does one fine day; similarly one day or brief time of happiness does not make a person entirely happy. - Aristotle)
Very Short but I was struggling and this came up so I wasn't going to re-write. If something else comes up I'll post that too!
Disclaimer - Not mine. Sadly! =(

Swallows and moments!

Amber lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. She was happy. Which was odd since she had just been fired. It might have something to do with the man lying next to her They had met in
the bar the night before - her wanting to get drunk so she could forget about that day, if only for a little while. She never found out why he was there, though she figured that being House's best friend must get to him at some point.
Neither of them had had much to drink before leaving the bar - together. And now here they were. Lying next to each other, feeling happy! In the back of her mind a quote by Aristotle crept up. Something about one swallow or sunny day not making summer and one day or moment of happiness not making someone completely happy.
She thought about this for a moment before turning to look at Wilson. As he awoke, he smiled at her, his eyes still sleepy. In that moment she thought that Aristotle was wrong. She was going to be happy for a very long time!

The End!?

13 Gets Lucky (Thirteen/Cameron)

2008-06-26T06:14:04Z

Title: 13 Gets Lucky
Author: babydykecate
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Prompt: House, Cameron/Remy (13), "countdown" for sinandmisery 's Femslash Porn Battle
Summary: Remy counts down the reasons 13 is a lucky number for her.
Warnings: Femslash. Sexual Content
Disclaimer: Sadly none of it's mine. Not even the lovely Olivia Wilde.

13 Gets Lucky

Contest Winners!

2008-06-03T17:44:02Z

Sorry it has been a really busy week for me.

I know two of you are still awaiting some prizes, the second and first place winner. I have some down time this weekend so I will send out your prizes by this weekend.

Other participants, please e-mail me at tron_bonne78@hotmail.com, if you would like a House M.D. magnet. I know one of you bowed out on that because of distance issues, but just FYI, I am still trying to get my head together. Been a busy season for me.

Otherwise, I will be announcing another contest shortly for a Season Four celebration or Wilson Amber House celebration of fan fic and pics. I will be letting everyone know the rules in a few weeks, promise!

I also plan on having a one day celebration for Dr. Allison Cameron sometime this month. Probably just a whole lot of posting about Allison and hopefully some good music videos surrounding her character.

Okay all, hope you are doing well, and don't hesitate to post on how you are feeling about the fandom lately, I could use some news. :)

any_house_ship @ 2008-05-16T14:29:00

2008-05-16T21:29:50Z

A HUGE AND HEARTFELT SHOUT-OUT TO diagnosticmad!!!!

Yesterday I received my prize for placing in the Fiction Contest she so generously hosted - I said I would be thrilled to have the House soundtrack, and lo and behold it appeared on my doorstep and I'm currently ripping it to my compie. I'm totally jazzed.

In all the years I've been writing fanfiction I've never smiled SO HARD because of something related to writing fanfiction. To get such a cool, kickass PRIZE for entertaining with fanfic, well, it's a truly great feeling.

Thank you, g, thank you.

Cuddy/Cameron short fic.

2008-05-15T12:34:16Z

Title: Acceptance
Rating: G
Pairings: Cameron/Cuddy
Word Count: 101
Disclaimer: If I owned the show things would be VERY different! ;D
Summary: People finally accept it...
A/N: Ok. This is yet another short fic but I thought I'd post it since I had it lying about! =D Please give feedback. Good or bad, I'd like to know what you think!

Acceptance
---------------

Somewhere between them telling people and right now, it had become OK. It wasn't so much of a shock anymore when people saw the two of them together. People didn't stare when they walked down the corridor together, holding hands. There were no more whispers in the caffeteria when they sat next to each other, eating and chatting. There were no more comments from colleagues whenever they entered a room. No, people had begun to accept their strange, yet loving, relationship. Yes, people had definitely accepted the fact that Dr Alison Cameron and Dr Lisa Cuddy were in love!

The End!?

House/Cuddy fic!

2008-05-15T11:46:13Z

Title: Hogging the bedsheets
Rating: G
Pairings: House/Cuddy
Word Count: 180
Disclaimer: If I owned the show things would be VERY different! ;D
Summary: Someone is hogging all the covers!
A/N: Ok. This was written for the House/Cuddy/Wilson/Amber drable-a-thon over at cryptictac's journal! (I suck at putting the right coding and whatnot - sorry!) Its only a short fic but it kept me away from studying! =D Please give feedback. Good or bad, I'd like to know what you think!

House tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. It was difficult considering her seemed to be getting a draft from somewhere. Looking around her realised that he was only half covered by his bedsheets. Pulling them towards him he rolled over, closing his eyes. He was finally comfortable. A few moments later, however, the sheets were yanked away from him again.

Sitting up her turned to find out why he apparently wasn't allowed anything to cover him during the night. He was about to wake the woman lying next to him to ask her just that when he noticed how peacefully beautiful she looked.

He stared for a while, which seemed to wake his sleeping beauty. She blinked up at him almost questioningly.

"You're hogging the bedsheets!" House whispered by way of explanation. He tried to look disapproving but his eyes only conveyed love.

"I'm sorry!" The woman mumbled before rolling over to lye on her stomach and going back to sleep, bedsheets still wrapped around her. House just gave a slight laugh and bent down to kiss her lightly on the cheek.

"Goodnight Lisa!"

The End!?

any_house_ship @ 2008-04-28T06:01:00

2008-04-28T10:02:14Z

Title: My Way
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 2,544
Warnings: Mild sexual nature. Spoilers from the fourth season.
Disclaimer: House does not belong to me. I’m making no profit.

Summary/Request: “Chase is acting like a spoiled brat and needs to be taught a lesson.” House always gets his way.

A/N: Written for asinful in slashfest.

My Way

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THE RESULTS OF THE FIRST FICLET CONTEST ARE IN!

2008-04-24T02:19:14Z

Before I announce the winners...

I just want to take a moment to thank fellow MOD zeppogrl7 for all her patience with me and the tie breaker scoring. I really did work hard on keeping the tiebreaker we had fair through meticulous scoring ideas and zepps and I in the last week did a lot of back and forth via message boxes and text messaging and all the other stuff.

So she was patient with me and honest and thorough and thank you so much Zepps!

We had one first place winner and then a tiebreaker for second and third...

But now I am happy to announce the three winners of the first any_house_ship ficlet contest...

In first place with the most votes from comments we received here at any_house_ship for her friendship portrayal of House and Cameron that was funny and off the wall...

mem vermelha's Plastic World (Click link below for fic)

http://community.livejournal.com/any_house_ship/10520.html

Congratulations you have won yourself a new mp3 player! (Up to $100 value) You may contact me at tron_bonne78@hotmail.com for further details of how we will get that fabulous prize to you.

In second place, an intimate but sad goodbye that may one day occur between House and Cameron since it was very canonesque...

mute mime's Close (Click link below for fic)

http://community.livejournal.com/any_house_ship/11264.html

Congratulations you have won a $25 gift card from the bookstore of your choice. Please contact me at tron_bonne78@hotmail.com about your prize.

In third prize, only losing second place by a very small margin...a wonderfully feverish (I had a fever of 102.5 degrees this past weekend and this still took the cake!) tale about Cameron visting House under the most sultry and misunderstood of circumstances...

zagzagael's Fever (Click link below for fic)

http://community.livejournal.com/any_house_ship/9173.html#cutid1

Congratulations you have one a C.D. of your choice ranging from $10-15 value!
Please contact me at tron_bonne78@hotmail.com about your prize.

To everyone else in the contest, thank you so much for participating AND, (but wait there's more!)...

I have a surprise for the rest of you people who feel horrible about the fact you didn't get at least third place! I am all buying you a special momento for taking part in this contest...I may even buy one for myself...just click on the link below to take a look at what your getting! If you already have one or don't want one, please contact me at tron_bonne78@hotmail.com.

It's a special House M.D. magnet keepsake!

http://www.cafepress.com/buy/House+M+D/-/pv_design_prod/id_13584458/p_storeid.77635000/pNo_77635000

Thank you so much for participating everyone! I hope next time I run this competition it will be just as fun and wonderful.

Big Plans ficlet

2008-04-22T23:04:35Z

Title: Big Plans
Rating: T...
Pairings: House/everyone
Word Count: roughly 1200
Disclaimer: Don't own House M.D.
Summary: House is a man whore.
A/N: This is my sorry attempt at humor in this tense new world. The way I figure it, House should run through everyone so everyone can be happy at some point. No bashing please, and have fun with this. :)

Who da man-whore? House da man-whore.

FanFiction Request: The Fight Against Depression!

2008-04-18T20:24:52Z

I am taking prompt requests for fanfiction. Hopefully this will curb my depression and cause my writer's block to dissipate.

Click here to request!

Thank you to all who help. <3~

fic challenge

2008-04-17T05:01:06Z

voting has been closed! (for about an hour now haha) we will no longer take any more votes.

we'll count the votes and the winner will be announced within the next couple of days :)

thank you to everyone who participated!!!

Ficlet Voting!

2008-04-09T04:33:41Z

Hello everyone! The contest has been closed and it is time for the voting to begin!!

Voting will be open for one week and will close April 17th at 12AM eastern time. After it is closed, the votes will be counted up and winners will be announced.

How to vote: simply comment to this entry with your favorite entry. All comments will be screened.

Authors: all of the fics that were posted in this community are listed. If you do not see your fic listed, please let us know.

Fics are listed in alphabetical order.
Please Note: repeat votes will not be counted.

Title: Close
Author: mute_mime
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: PG-13

Title: Fever
Author: zagzagael
Pairing: House/Cameron, Cameron/Chase
Rating: T

Title: Mistletoe
Author: ponks19
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: PG-13

Title: Oh Me, Oh Life
Author: mabe85
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: G

Title: Plastic World
Author: mem_vermelha
Pairing: House/Cameron (friendship)
Rating: PG-13

Title: Tilt-A-Whirl
Author: bex81385
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: PG/PG-13

Title: We Are Not A Love Story
Author: vands88
Pairing: 13/CTB
Rating: Mild R

Title: What Made Us Think That We Were Wise And We'd Never Compromise
Author: obsessed_psyco
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Rating: G

Title: Worth It
Author: rosehiptea
Pairing: Cameron/Hadley
Rating: PG

MOD UPDATE- Closing of Any House Ship first Ficlet Contest!

2008-04-08T03:33:42Z

NO MORE ENTRIES WILL BE ACCEPTED AS OF MIDNIGHT TONIGHT Central Standard TIME!

We have nine contestants for the ficlet contest thus far...which is wonderful!

Thank you all for your hard work!

I know it must be very hard finding time in between your busy schedule of RL to make time for this diversion.

I certainly know I haven't posted any of my fics it quite a while because of such time constraints.

For more information on rules, please click on the link:

This Wednesday evening I will open up a voting post so the public may vote on their favorite any_house ship ficlet. Meanwhile, get to reading those ficlets!

Some things to keep in mind entrants:

1. There will be some subjective decisions made on entrants work...FYI, you could have a million votes but if every other word is spelled wrong in your fic and we can't understand what you're trying to say, we MODS may exercise our right as judges.

2. The two MODS- "diagnosticmad" and "zeppogrl7" will make the final decision on all distributions of prizes.

3. Judgement Criteria- When evaluating fics for prizes, MODS Will employ for tiebreakers and/or general standards the below point scale. This is outside of meeting rule requirements and voting:

1. Subject- up to 25 points (Is it interesting? Does it capture a reader's attention for ficlet reading?)
2. Plot and Pacing- up to 25 points (Is this a ficlet or is this a part of a larger piece? It should stand on its own without any further explanation.)
3. Clarity- up to 25 points (Grammar and mechanics come into this more than anything.)
4. Tone- up to 15 points--The style of rhetoric you employ (romantic versus comedic)
5. Plausibility- up to 10 points (Has nothing to do with OCC, more with whether or not a given situation is plausible under certains circumstances for characters, i.e., a groundhog ends up in Foreman's shorts for no reason! Context will be given full consideration.)

NO JUDGEMENT WILL BE BASED ON YOUR PERSONAL PAIRING!!

6. If you have any further questions or concerns, please contact me at tron_bonne78@hotmail.com

I look forward to reading your fics and the results of the contest.

Zeppogrl7 please contact me at your earliest convenience!

For the Ficlet Challenge...

2008-04-07T17:08:10Z

Title: Worth It
Author: rosehiptea
Pairing: Cameron/Hadley (“13”)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 283

“He’ll run you ragged, you know. And he’ll treat you like crap, like he already does. He’s brilliant and there’s the prestige but… it’s not worth it.”

Hadley looked up at Cameron, standing in the office doorway still in her scrubs from the emergency room.

“I think I need to be the one who decides if it’s worth it,” Hadley said.

Cameron sat down in one of the conference room chairs and stretched out her legs. “You’re right,” she said. “It’s all your decision.”

“Backing down so easily?” Hadley asked.

“Maybe I just suck at unsolicited advice,” Cameron muttered.

“Unsolicited advice usually sucks.” Remy watched as Cameron moved her hands nervously through her hair. She was trying to guess why the other doctor was really here. “Next you’ll be telling me not to fall in love with him,” she ventured.

Cameron gave a small laugh and Remy searched her face for bitterness.

“There’s another decision I can’t make for you,” she said. She looked at Hadley’s face for a moment, then into a corner of the room. “Have you? Not that you have to say.”

“Why are you asking? Would it bother you so much?” Remy was starting to wonder if all the hospital gossip was true after all… and if so, what were they saying about her.

“It wouldn’t bother me. Or, then again, it might, but not for the reason you’re thinking.”

“Meaning?”

Cameron finally looked her in the eye. “There’s an Italian place a few blocks away. It stays open late. If you wait for me to change, we could go have food.”

Remy felt a small pleasant jolt as she processed all this. “I’m into food. Go get changed.”

Fic challenge entry

2008-04-07T02:26:49Z

Yay! I made the new deadline!

Title: Mistletoe
Author: ponks19
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: PG-13?
Spoilers: Only if you haven’t seen any of season 4. Loosely based on “It’s a wonderful lie” and then veers off into an AU of sorts.
Summary: “Since when do you hate Christmas decorations?”
Word Count: 760
Author’s note: I know it’s a few months late for a xmas themed story, but it’s a ficlet that’s been in my head for months and never had a chance to write it/was too lazy to write it. It’s not what I had originally intended but RL kicked my butt this last month and in order to get it done in time for the any_house_ship challenge extension, I had to do it as quick as I could. So please excuse the rushed pace. Thanks to zeppogrl7 for all the words of encouragement. Also, this is only my second attempt at fic writing, so please be kind.

*   *   *

“Dr Kutner...who told you that it would be a good idea to put up superficial representations of a hypocritical season celebrating a mythical figure?” said House, using his cane to rip down the gold tinsel and tossing Santa in the garbage bin.

“Can we do a Secret Santa!?” replied Kutner with the excitement and glee of an eight year old.

“Oh go treat the patient would you?” said House to send his new team on their way, leaving him alone to clean up the rest of the ridiculous decorations.

*    *    *

“Do you spell “Homey” with a “Y”? I want to be respectful” said House as he busied himself with folding the little pieces of paper.

“You’re actually going to let us do Secret Santa?” responded Kutner.

“Not just you guys...I like presents too!” replied House with a devious smirk. “By the way, how’s the patient doing? Have you check out her house yet?...No? Well, go! And get me their computers.”

*    *    *

“Wilson, buy me lunch?” shouted House from down the hallway.

“You know, you are capable of buying it yourself from time to time,” said Wilson with a sigh.

“Yes, but where is the fun in that? By the way, you totally need to get yourself a team. Then you could get a bunch of presents from Secret Santa,” said House.

“House, you only get one present in a Secret Santa exchange,” said Wilson with a quirked eyebrow.

“Not the way I do it,” replied House with a smile.

They returned to House’s office with lunch in hand, and Wilson was surprised as he looked into the conference room. “Weren’t there decorations up earlier today?”

“Yes.”

“And where did they go?”

“Filed under “T” for Trash of course. I was hoping Kutner would cry as I tore down the tinsel but no such luck.”

“Since when do you hate Christmas decorations? The conference room has always been decorated...no...wait...it only had decorations the last three years. Interesting,” Wilson said with a smile before retreating to his own office in fear of being beaten with House’s cane.

*    *    *

At the end of the day, House returned to his office after feeling rather down trodden. His patient was dying and there was nothing he could do about it, and he never liked losing a patient.

He noticed a box on his desk wrapped in red and green paper and finished off with a gold bow. As he approached the present, he couldn’t help but be puzzled by its existence as he’d already suckered Taub, Kutner and Thirteen into getting him a watch, a vintage LP, and a second edition Conan Doyle. He lifted the box and gave it a shake before looking at the small tag attached to it. All it said was “To Greg” but there was no mistaking the familiar loopy “G”.

He sat in his chair and moved the box around in his hands for hours thinking ... contemplating ... debating ...

He knew the hospital Christmas party would end by 10pm so he remained until almost 11 to give himself the reassurance that everyone would be gone by the time he left. He stood up, grabbed his coat and knapsack, and reached for something from the garbage bin beneath his desk, placing it gently into his coat pocket.

*    *    *

Despite the cold winds whipping around him, the ride on his bike made him feel better about not being able to solve the case. When he arrived at his destination, he turned off the engine, took off his helmet, and checked that his parcel was still intact. Limping to the front door, he had to stop and take a deep breath before using his cane as a knocker.

Only a few seconds passed, but to House they felt like hours. He was just about to leave when the door opened. Cameron stood there in sweatpants and a tank top, her wet hair pulled up in a pony tail, and she looked at him with pure bewilderment written all over her face.

“What are you doing here House?”

But being House, a man of so little words, he said nothing. He simply reached into his coat pocket and gently pulled out a piece of mistletoe, slowly raising it above his head.

Cameron couldn’t withhold her smile as she took a hesitant step toward him. House stepped forward to close the gap between them and captured her lips in a delicate kiss. The kiss quickly did a 180, going from gentle to heated and passionate, filled with three and a half years of pent-up wants and desires.

Eventually, the two had to break apart due to the lack of oxygen to both of their brains. She stepped aside to allow House entrance into her apartment, but before doing so, House finally spoke in a very soft tone. “Merry Christmas, Allison.”

The end.

Close (ficlet challenge)

2008-04-03T02:06:15Z

Title: Close
Author: mute_mime
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: PG-13
Words: Roughly 1,800

Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. I merely borrow the characters and put them back when I'm done...because I have to.

Summary: Cameron's last day and she's thinking about one thing - the almost relationship with House. They have something that each one knows is strong, but that same something never could hold them both.

Thanks!

She’d be lying if she told herself that she didn’t still think about him. Every time she saw his face, heard his cane, felt his presence, it was there. It always had been, hadn’t it?

That almost something.

In the beginning, she hadn’t known what was in store for her. He’d been a damaged, broken soul that needed a loving, helping hand to guide him on the path to happiness. And now, she knew almost exactly what there would have been. He was a damaged, miserable, broken soul, and that was just fine.

Unrequited love at its finest, their relationship was never quite real in any way, shape, or form. She’d been the employee, the student, the girl. He’d always been the employer, the teacher, the man. Yet, somewhere between it all, rare and unbelievable in the aftermath, it (for that’s all she could call it) had had the chance to exist. On one hand, she could count the heart wrenching moments that broke what could have been. Never that strong to begin with, the possibility faded as quickly as it had sprung forth.

Him. Her. Stacy. Chase. Cuddy. Wilson. Even Foreman. They’d all played a part in shattering the barely visible, newly made web of something she could only think to call hope.

After six years, she wasn’t afraid to admit that part of her still wondered about the ‘what if?’ Would she still love him? Would he love her? Would she have ended it? Would he? Would they be living together? Would they have a child? Would they murder each other? She let herself think these thoughts in the mutest of moments when she found herself alone. There wasn’t any harm. She’d never been the type to shun perspective however worthless it might be. It was fine to walk in the world of the fake based upon the real every once in a while.

She didn’t do this often. The time had passed between them, taunting and berating each of them, and now it was gone. That was that.

So, here she was. Alone at her own going away party, the cake destroyed and the flavored drinks littering the table without necessity.

She’d almost changed her mind when Cuddy had asked her to wait a few more years for the assistant head job in the Immunology Department. The word ‘fine’ had begun to take form when she suddenly stopped. Her tongue, ready to make a firm decision, ready to say out loud that she wanted to be here, just couldn’t declare it. She choked on that one word, not realizing that she’d finally taken a step away from the edge of the cliff.

Speaking of the cliff.

She leaned back in her chair as he sauntered in, the cane clicking cautiously against freshly waxed tile. Sometimes, she wondered if he knew how close he was to that place of no return − the place that would claim him if he wasn’t careful and held onto something nearby, namely Wilson. What was the place? She didn’t know the answer to that. She just knew everyone had that dark place, a place that would essentially suck you in, making you who you are and never could be at the same time. A curious circle that never met at the ends.

“Eat the whole thing yourself?”

“You know I didn’t. What are you doing here?”

It was a good question, this he knew.

“Cuddy thought I should say goodbye. She seems to think I can’t live without you.”

The sardonic smile threatened to break into something like sadness. She let the chuckle out so it wouldn’t.

“That’s absurd.”

“That’s what I told her.”

“Here.” She reached over the table for a paper plate and a fork, not realizing he’d scooped up a sizeable chunk of vanilla cake with cream frosting.

“Only civilized people need plates.”

When he’d swallowed the last bite, the silence which invaded through the sounds of the E.R., didn’t scare her. They’d shuffled their way to this place before, many times. Except this time, she was sure it was the last. The heaviness of the thought tiptoed across her mind, wavering, but not quite falling. It never seemed to change with them.

“Well, I said good-bye. I guess my duties are fulfilled.”

She waited for him to move; he didn’t. Looking at him, she felt herself walking ever so closer to the dream. She’d always had it and it always invariably involved him. The dark force, she’d been drawn to him from the first, never quite believing the absolute worst. She’d known to keep her distance for her survival, yet every time around, she found he was just a smudge bit closer. He’d burned her the first time she flew close to him, not even offering an apology. After that, she knew better, but it couldn’t stop her.

“You broke me,” she said matter-of-factly, nearly bordering on accusation.

Taken somewhat off guard, he leaned on the back of the chair in front of him.

“You’re still in one piece.”

With a breath, she stood shaking her head.

“No, I’m not.” Her fingers tapped the table, bridging the gap between nervousness and weariness. “I am not the same woman who walked into your office six years ago, which,” she paused hesitantly before nodding her head softly, “is a good thing. You crushed my naiveté, ridiculed my beliefs, kicked my heart, mocked me for deluded compassion.”

She took a step away from the table, closer to him, closer to something that never truly left her.

“And I’m a better doctor for it. Thank you.” One hand fell down to her hip while the other brushed back the shadowy wisps of her hair.

“You don’t--.”

“But I’m not a better person for it. You stripped away my thoughts and I’ve been rebuilding them ever since I resigned the last time. I don’t even know what it is I want anymore. Everything I thought I wanted, I didn’t. What I thought was true, wasn’t. And what I needed to believe in, I can’t quite believe anymore. You’ve left me in quite the predicament, actually.”

In her mind, she was never going to tell him anything more.

Would it make him happy to hear that as a child, she was the golden child? Loved by both her parents and older brother, she’d never known anything bad existed beyond her role. She was the young Buddha − ignorant and selfish.

Would it make him happy to know that her mother died when she was fifteen of pancreatic cancer? She’d watched her father ‘pull the plug,’ and had never quite been able to capture the man who had been before.

Would it make him happy to learn that when she was in fifth grade, she ran into a not so popular girl in the school hallway? It was a life changing moment for her. When her girlfriends had stepped up, their perfect hair with their right clothes and fine figures, she’d realized the other girl was right. She was a stupid, popular, snob.

Would it make him happy to realize her father had committed suicide with a twenty year long obsession with alcohol and depression? He’d died without her brother there. All she could think of was that this man had once taught her that the right thing to do, no matter what it is, is the only thing to do. It was taught before her mother had passed, during the time of summer picnics and swimming in July at the lake.

Would it make him happy? Never.

Which was why she walked even closer to him, not able to keep the distance between them because of the invisible net that just sometimes was strong enough to hold them both. She looked up at him, searching for what couldn’t be found since he didn’t possess it.

He didn’t have a clue as to why she had to eliminate the space that was always there. Whenever they were together, she always did that. It annoyed him, but he didn’t fight it. It made him miserable, knowing he wanted to touch her but never forgetting he couldn’t.

The memories of him flooded her senses and calmed her breathing. She walked the fine line of hurt and trust that guided them. It pulled her to the edge, her balance slowly coming undone in the hopes she would fall and maybe, just maybe, he would catch her. She didn’t want to fix him. She wanted to make it bearable. He was miserable and she just wanted to take some of it away, to carry some on her shoulders so he wouldn’t have to.

His breath began to tickle her face while she briefly wondered why he hadn’t moved away from her. Had he become stuck, just like her, wanting to jump over the cliff to see what was at the bottom? In his eyes, she saw his barrier, stern and steady, commanding and overwhelming. She’d always wanted in. She’d wanted to know what it felt like to have him chuckle against his will as she ran her fingers over his side as she lay beside him.

“House...” she closed her eyes as she leaned in closer to the scent of him. There was so much to be said, so much he should know about her, and she wanted to break.

And then the web broke.

He would always keep her at bay, hovering at the point where indifference met like which met love. She would always need more than he would be able to give, no matter how much she loved him.

The line, that imaginary line made of side-walk chalk, the one she thought she’d want to cross, suddenly became real. And in that instant, she knew she could never do it. Crossing it, jumping over the ledge with nothing to break her fall would end up making her like him.

She rested a hand on his chest, the warmth out of place and haunting. She took a step back from the ledge, pulled by some saving hand that looked mysteriously like his, not wanting her to sacrifice herself. She took a step back from him, broken enough without him.

They’d always come to this. Teetering to the brink of this way or that way, love or hate, want or need, and somehow they’d held their precious balance, keeping everything unsteady and shaky. Now they’d fallen from the tight wire, and where they fell, neither knew.

She smiled, one they both knew hid the not quite real emotion that remained tethered between them.

“Happiness is overrated. Good-bye, House."

MOD POST-HOUSE FICLET CONTEST FINAL ENTRANTS!

2008-04-01T19:19:49Z

Hello all you fellow ficlet masters of House-dom!

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THE POLL WILL RUN FROM APRIL 7-14, and then the winners will be announced shortly after.

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ficlet challenge: "we are not a love story"

2008-03-30T12:47:00Z

Title: We Are Not A Love Story
Rating: (mild) R
Characters/Pairings: 13/CTB(Amber)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Word Count: 3000 (just skimming the word limit)
Summary: Post-"Games". It wasn't a love story until she made it one.

A/N:
Written for the contest at any_house_ship.
Not beta'd; all mistakes are mine.
Got stuck for a title, so sue me. :P
Hope you enjoy it! And, yes, I might write a sequel one day.

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It was late Thursday evening when Amber Volakis showed up at your door.

You barely recognised her with slumped shoulders and a look of defeat, even her bright blonde hair had seemed to have lost its shine. She looked unusually awkward stood on your doorstep in the cold winter breeze. You watched with fascination as her fingers tapped an unknown rhythm on her palm distractedly, most likely trying to find the courage to speak.

She muttered a “hi” and you replied in turn with a rational level of confusion. She asked if she could come in, and you hadn’t the heart to turn her down - not when she looked so broken. You fetched her a drink and turned off the television that you were previously watching before politely leading her to your well-worn couch. You suppressed the urge to ask why she was here, knowing it was no use pushing her in her fragile state. Instead, you settled for peeling the label off your beer bottle (a nervous habit of yours) while you waited for her to speak.
You waited a couple of minutes.

“You seem to be handling it well.”

It took you a while to comprehend her statement, but when you realised the meaning behind her words you almost wished you had slammed the door in her face and never have had to see her again - she was going to hate you for this.

“Actually, I…” You paused, unsure of what to say. You gathered your courage and decided to bite the bullet, “He re-hired me.”

She stared at you blankly for a minute before her eyes flickered down to her hands and fixated on the beer she found there, “Oh.”

“Cuddy insisted on having a woman on the team.” You explained.

She stayed quiet, her eyes glued to her hands. Her blonde hair cascaded over her face acting as a screen between you and her silent pain and you were selfishly grateful that you couldn’t see the anguish you had caused. Her head stayed bowed in defeat as yet more silence passed; she knew she had lost, and you couldn’t think of anything you could say that would make it better…could anything make it better?

“So, you’re not going to shout, throw things at me or say that House was stupid for hiring me?” You joked daringly, uncertain of how she was taking the news.

“House isn’t stupid.” She asserted with conviction. For the first time since you let her into your house, her eyes boldly looked up into yours, “You’re a good doctor.” She admitted with a whisper.

“Was that a compliment?” You smirked with disbelief.

She started to laugh, and buried her head in her hands in a flurry of emotion as tears started to leak through the gaps between her fingers. Her hands swiped away the escaped tears but it was no use as more soon joined the stream that trickled down her once proud face. Cutthroat Bitch was crying. You shook your head in an attempt to clear the shock and slowly moved closer towards her on the couch, carefully removing the beer from her hand and placing it on the table in front of you. Her head fell to your shoulder within seconds and you could feel her tears soaking through your shirt as you awkwardly placed an arm around her.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You whispered, unsure of what else to say as you comforted her.

“I wanted that job so much.” She sighed, “None of you idiots are going to have the guts to go against House; he’s going to be wrong one day, and you’ll all follow his fucked up judgement without question instead of doing what has to be done.”

“…And the bitch is back.” You joked, removing your arm from around her and reaching for your beer.

“Shut up.” She joked back as she stole the drink from you and took a sip. Her tears had dried but her irritated eyes and defeated appearance lingered as she drank the alcohol. “Seriously, don’t you dare take his bullshit. He needs someone to stand up to him.”

“I’ll try.” You said.

-

And you did. You fell into his traps at first but you soon learnt to question - to stand up to him - and that made you feel strangely proud. A couple of months passed without seeing Amber; you heard through the grapevine she was dating Wilson but you tried not to think about it too much. You found it rather ironic that you only realised you liked Amber when she left your house that evening and you closed the door on the whole thing. You had finished your drinks that night and had talked for a while longer…it was nice. But it was only when you went to bed that evening that the feel of her in your arms came back to you and all the ‘what if?’s began; you chased the dreams and the fantasies out of your mind knowing it would never happen. Yet still you thought of her.

-

Your next meeting mirrored the last; four months had passed but her timing was identical as she knocked on your door once more. You could have sworn you had opened the door to the past when you saw her standing there with exactly the same expression as before.

“What’s wrong?” You asked immediately as you let her in and closed the door behind her. You resisted the urge to pull her into your arms as she walked past you and ran her fingers through her hair in frustration.

She paced your main room nervously, almost like she was weighing up a difficult decision in her mind. She stopped suddenly and turned to study you inquisitively, her eyes reflecting a frenzy of thoughts and anxiety.

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, uncomfortable with her staring. “What happened?” You tried again as you stepped slowly towards her and placed a reassuring hand on her arm. Her breath hitched slightly at the touch but her gaze never left yours.

“James left.” She said.

And then she kissed you.

The intensity, passion and confidence that she had the moment her lips touched yours stunned you but you had little time to contemplate that fact before your thoughts disappeared completely. You felt your heart rate quicken as you kissed her back with equal fervour, the gentle flutter of butterflies in your stomach a welcome surprise, as was the delightful feel of her tongue against yours. Your hands blindly found their way to her waist and pulled her closer. Four months spent dreaming of this moment and you were desperate to make the most of it; you knew she was going to pull away any minute now, say it was a mistake, and walk out the door. You pulled her closer and kissed her even deeper, your lips desperately trying to hold on to this beautiful dream.

She broke the kiss.

You couldn’t look at her.

You held back a sigh and broke the embrace as she took a step back, staring down at the old wooden floor so you wouldn’t have to see her leave.

“Look at me.” She said.

You didn’t want to. But there was something in her tone that made you find the strength to look into her eyes. A tear fell and you watched as it traced its way down her cheek with an unusual elegance.

“I only cry when I’m with you.” She whispered timidly, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

You were speechless.

“I just…you…you make me feel…” She struggled to find the words and you tried not to smile at how endearing her awkwardness was.

“I know.” You smiled then, and kissed her softly, holding back tears of your own.

-

Amber had just broken up with Wilson (she never did tell you why) and you felt a little guilty for being with her so soon, yet somehow she talked you into letting her stay the night. The logical part of your brain tried to convince you that she was using you again; that perhaps this was some twisted way of getting back at House, but when you remembered the look in her eyes after that first kiss all those thoughts simply vanished. That first night was amazing; she was more experienced than you had given her credit for in your numerous fantasies and you soon realised her competitiveness really wasn’t a bad thing in the bedroom. You must have made love for hours but what made your heart flutter was the way she wordlessly held you afterwards. You found a coffee on your bedside table the next morning and somehow knew she would never stop surprising you. You liked that.

You kept your relationship a secret but neither discussed why. You rarely went out and instead rented movies and ate take-out. You never talked that much either and if you did then it was often about work. And Amber…well, she was a cutthroat bitch most of the time. But sometimes you would just lie in bed together on a weekend morning, the occasional kiss or caress between you and it was then when you realised there was so much more to her. She acted like a bitch because she had to; being a female doctor in a male dominated environment was hard, and she knew that acting the way she did meant she was more likely to be noticed. Sometimes you thought you were the only one who could see through the façade that she tried so hard to maintain.

-

Three weeks after your first kiss, you found yourselves in the middle of a make out session on her couch. You had attempted to watch a movie but only got halfway through before her hands had started to wander and you were hardly going to complain. You hooked your leg around her waist to pull her closer and left a trail of kisses down her neck, delighting in the little sighs that escaped her as you made your assault. Her hands had already found your top and were tugging it with impatience as she changed positions so she was straddling you, her crotch dangerously close to yours. You smiled at her devious expression that returned the moment she regained control and let your hands rest on her hips as she leant down to kiss you with vigour. You moaned when she rubbed against you and somehow you found the strength to pull away, letting your forehead rest against hers as you caught your breath.

“As much as I would love to continue this, I think food would be a good idea before we hit our third round since lunch.” You giggled.

She smirked, “Wuss.”

You delivered a playful slap to her arm before disentangling yourself and heading towards her kitchen. You were rummaging in the fridge looking for anything marginally edible when you heard her come up behind you. Her fingers casually brushed through your hair as she passed you to sit on one of the kitchen cabinets. You were grateful your head was hidden in the fridge so she couldn’t see the goofy smile that threatened to show thanks to the simple but loving gesture.

“I hear House is hiring again.” She said casually.

“Yeah, Kutner screwed up pretty bad. House spent weeks trying to fire him but Cuddy intervened…” You paused and took your head out of the fridge long enough to look at her, “How the hell do you know about that anyway?” You asked suspiciously, trying desperately not to let the distrustful thoughts you used to have about her return.

“Oh, you know, just gossip.” She smiled in response.

“Huh.” You said with scepticism, closing the fridge. “Who from?”

“What?” She asked innocently.

“Who did you hear that from?” You asked, this time a little firmer.

“Does it matter?” She defended, her voice beginning to match your tone as she jumped down from the cabinet to face you.

“Yes, it matters.” You answered back, “Who?” You asked for the final time, your voice laced with frustration at her inability to answer your simple question. You stared her down, daring her to answer, and her bright eyes stared right back.

Her silence was all that you needed to hear.

You closed your eyes and swallowed your tears; you knew exactly why she couldn’t answer.
“Ok.” You whispered dejectedly to yourself, turning away from her and leaving the kitchen.

“Remy…” She persisted, following you as you collected your belongings.

You ignored her, all your energy focused on keeping your tears in and your heartache at bay.
“I’m sorry. Just tell me what’s wrong…please?” She begged, grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving.

You sighed and turned to look at dilute eyes, seeing her feigned tears was like a stab to the heart but you owed her an explanation all the same.

“Three weeks.” You said with disdain, “Three weeks since you dumped Wilson. Three weeks since you turned up on my doorstep. And three fucking weeks House has been thinking about hiring someone new. I thought you’d changed, I actually thought…” A single tear escaped, “I’m not stupid, Amber. You still want that job and you’re willing to screw anyone that might help you get it.”

You wrenched yourself from her grip, unable to say any more to her. You shook your head in disbelief and rage as you left her flat, slamming the door behind you.

You ran to your car and turned on the ignition with shaking hands, driving away from her house with a controlled rage that only lasted two minutes before the tears started to fall. Unable to see the road in front of you with blurry eyes, you pulled over, immediately slamming your head against the wheel in frustration. You heard the car horn vibrate through the air as a result of your action but it went unnoticed in the backstreets of New Jersey as you let your façade finally fall.

-

You had sat there for almost an hour. The hot angry tears fell uncontrolled down onto your steering wheel and through your clothes as the montage of emotions battled your body - rage, betrayal, hurt, heartbreak, confusion, and the one that hurt most of all…love.

You must’ve got your theory pretty damn accurate because she hadn’t even attempted to argue or explain. She just stood there and looked at you.

You can’t help but wonder if that was why Wilson had left her. Did she break his heart too? Did she use him to get to House? Hundreds of questions without answers span round your head as you distractedly drove back to your house that Sunday evening. You had fallen for her plan - hook, line and sinker. She was the person who taught you not to fall into traps so easily, to question people, to not take people’s bullshit…and then she bullshitted you. Had you been in a better mood, you may have found some irony in that.

Three days of silence went by before she called you. You took this as a bad sign; if you were wrong about her then she would have been at your door within seconds saying how stupid you were, however, if she never called you then you would know that you were right and she had moved on to screw someone else. So what the hell did three days mean? You exercised your right as the ex-girlfriend and ignored her call. And her next one. And the one after that.

Friday evening she turned up at the hospital. That you didn’t expect. You were working late, catching up on the paperwork from your latest patient when she strode into the diagnostics department and sat opposite you.

-

“If you’re looking for House, he’s gone home. Leave your résumé on the desk and I’ll make sure he gets it.” You said bitterly, finishing off the chart and pushing it to the side with a sigh.

She cringed, “I’m not here for that.”

“No? Here to find someone else in our office that you can screw?” You threw back at her, collecting the files and dumping them on the corner desk. “Or maybe you could just cut out the middleman and sleep with House himself.”

You heard her choke back a sob, but you kept your back to her, knowing that looking at her would make hating her so much harder. “Stop. Please just stop.” She begged.

You glanced up at her reflection in the window; she was crying again and you were torn between rolling your eyes and running to comfort her.

“I know I screwed up.”

“No shit.” You interrupted harshly, turning to look at her for the first time since she entered the room.

She glared back with glassy eyes and sighed, “You were right, okay? That was my plan; I was gonna screw you and then use that to bribe you into getting me the job. Yeah, that’s bitchy but that’s who I am…who I was. House is right, I can’t deal with being wrong - with losing - and as soon as I heard Kutner was being fired, it was like I had a second chance.” She paused, taking a careful step towards you, “I’m sorry I hurt you, really I am. And I know you think everything was all part of the plan; but it wasn’t.” She came even closer to you, her honesty having paralysed you to the ground. Cautiously she raised her hand and as lightly as possible traced your cheek with her fingers, your eyes fluttering close as they brushed against your lips. “Remy, I had to see you to tell you that…the plan went wrong, but it was the best kind of wrong I’ve ever known.”

Her smile was bittersweet as she touched her lips to yours, “I’m in love with you.” She whispered.

And then she was gone.

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