House fic : Another life 1/?
Title: Another life [1/?]
Fandom: House, M.D
Characters/Pairings: Cameron, House/Cameron
Rating: PG-13 (I think) for now
Spoilers: Up to No Reason (just to be safe)
Summary: Cameron made up her mind a long time ago. She knows what she wants in life. House does not. Yet. She will give him time.
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at writing a House fic in English. And I hope you’ll like it. I’m really really sorry if there are huge mistakes, this hasn’t been beta-ed, so it’s all my fault. If anyone want to beta the next chapters, please let me know.
And I’m so sorry for the crappy summary, but I don’t want to spoil you. I think it’s better if you discover it all by yourself ;)
This chapter is like an introduction, it is rather short, I hope I’ll be able to write longer chapters. But since I’m not completely comfortable wirting in English, I can’t promise anything.
Please let me know what you think. Good, bad, very bad… :)


You tried to make this relationship work and you failed. Maybe it’s your fault. Maybe it’s his. Most likely it’s both. At first you thought you could make him change. Even though you told yourself you didn’t want to. You wanted him just the way he was. But you can’t lie to yourself. You did try to change him.

You thought you could bring him what was lacking in his life. Some love. Some comfort. Someone besides him. A partner. And sometimes, you felt that he liked what you both had.

He changed somehow. He let you in. But just as easily, he pushed you out. Or maybe you pushed him out. You just remember that someone had to end it before one or the other was badly hurt.

You had great moments with him, moments you’ll cherish. But you also lived moments you would rather forget. Harsh words, violent fights. He never hurt you physically, but he knew how to make you suffer anyhow.

He has just come into his office. He doesn’t look at you anymore. You remember stolen glances, the shadows of a smile. Now he just doesn’t look at you anymore. Or he pretends not to. He is never busy. He uses his office to hide from Cuddy, to watch General Hospital, but he’s never busy doing his job. He just pretends he’s reading some fascinating article.

When you broke up, you thought about quitting. You thought you wouldn’t be able to deal with him at work. You thought he would make it even more difficult. You don’t know why you stayed. But you were surprised that he didn’t make your life a living hell.

Of course he didn’t make things easier either. You were back to the very beginning of your professional relation. He ignored you, treated you as one of his ducklings and nothing more, and never acknowledged that you may have been suffering.

It’s been two months since that night when your world nearly came to an end. That sounds so dramatic now. But that is how you felt when you realized it was over. What hurt you the most was to not know what he was thinking, what he was feeling. Regret? Relief? Sorrow? Anger? Towards you? Towards himself?

From the moment you took your stuff out of his house, you stopped talking to each other. You told yourself it was for the best. You ended up cryng night after night for weeks. And then one day you decided you could never be happy with him, you needed to go on with your life. Without him.

You have both been very professional. And your work has not been affected. He still is a jackass, and you still defend him in front of everyone else, you still respect him, his opinion and his judgement, you still admire him as the brilliant diagnostician he is. But something is broken.

Nobody knows about you and House. That you were together, that you’re not anymore. It’s a good thing, you don’t want to have to deal with everyone in the hospital. They may know that you’ve been seeing someone, and they may have sensed that something was wrong with you. But no one could imagine you and House being together. No one but Wilson, but he has sworn to keep your secret, and you trust him.

House is in his office. Everyone else is working in the clinic or with a patient. You need to talk to him. You’ve tried to postpone this talk, but you can’t wait any longer. It’s not fair. To him or to you. But you’re shaking and you need to compose yourself.

He’s ignoring you, like always, because he knows you’re still in the office, even though you’re supposed to be in the clinic. He doesn’t look up. But he must be aware of you watching him.

You try to take a deep breath. You tell yourself it’s going to be fine. You’ve planned your speech for almost a week. You have imagined every possible outcome. You have prepared an answer for everything you could imagining him saying.

You’re scared. But you took your decision a long time ago. You don’t know what his reaction will be. You’re willing to give him time. But you need to do it now.

You push the door and stand in front of him. He doesn’t look up. You don’t expect him to.

“Make it quick”.

You don’t expect him to be nice.

Deep breath.

“Okay. I’m pregrant.”

Quick enough.

TBC…