credits: Nadia Mangaka
Not Just Another Day- A HOUSE M.D OS for lil Tha❤️
So finally this is where her search ended... in the far -far mid western state of Minnesota. Who would've thought that she would finally come to a full circle in her quest for the unknown. After all she first started off her medical career from this very state when she did her internship from the prestigious Mayo Clinic, before moving on to...sighed Cameron. It seemed ages have passed in between her apprenticeship and her internship...yet everything seemed the same. Cameron got out of her green Chevy Spark and found herself stood in front of an old 19th century red brick house with distinctive mix of Midwestern and colonial architecture. The house is definitely well maintained and cozy enough from the look yet something about that building seemed a little forlorn...pensive maybe. The two-storied building was surrounded by vast expanse of green fields. Once again Cameron was reminded of her Midwestern heritage and why she always carried a part of mid-westerner' in her. Yet, she had moved out. She had moved out to what people would say a more happening' place to sought her dreams of becoming an accomplished immunologist Dr. Allison Cameron. M.D.' Nevertheless this was where her dreams resided. She slowly moved up the stony path that led to the moderately sized house and rang the bell.
A woman in her late fifties or early sixties opened the door with a slight frown on her face. From her appearance she seemed most likely to be a housekeeper.
"Yes? How may I help you?" she asked looking least bit interested. Cameron cleared her voice and answered , "Hi! I am Dr. Allison Cameron, I am here to meet Dr. Wilson? I...we were colleagues." The woman looked surprised with the introduction. Cameron thought she might be denied access as the woman in question stared at her inquiringly.
"Allison?" A male voice rang out as Dr. James Wilson, the famous Oncologist stood in front of her looking equally startled and perplexed for a heartbeat. Cameron stood there at the doorstep wondering if she'd really misjudged or whether she would be turned away even before she could get two words out of her mouth. Suddenly Allison was greeted with the old friendly and warm smile of her senior colleague that had often warmed her heart on numerous occasions. She found herself returning the same smile.
"Please come in." And then in an almost hushed voice assured the assumed housekeeper, "It's okay Marge, Allison's a friend. Could you get us your exquisite tea- cakes along with your special tea or would you prefer coffee?" asked Wilson looking at Cameron. "We...I mean I am cutting down on my caffeine intake."
Cameron decided to overlook the light fumble with the pronouns as the experienced doctor spoke to her. "Tea would be fine, thank you."
Wilson ushered Cameron in the house, and as she stepped in, she felt immediately at home with the homey decor and the tasteful way everything was arranged...far cry from the bachelor pad she was expecting all along. "Marge, she is quite particular...and has a nasty temper when she is bristled. It's really not good to get on the wrong side of her. Learned it the hard way." Smirked Wilson which earned him a familiar giggle from the petite woman in front of him. Cameron went and stood in the middle of the drawing room and looked around. The room was newly painted cream colored with two large wooden-panelled French glass windows overlooking the vast expanse. The laced window drapes matched the walls. The center table had a flower vase witch held bright yellow roses. There was a grand piano the far end of the room, which was regularly played on Cameron smiled wistfully as she was back to a time when she knew someone who was immensely musical. There were more occasions than one, when she used to listen to the tunes churned out as the long fingers had deftly played on the keys for hours. She was shaken out of her reverie when she heard her name being called, "Allison?"
"Ummm...yeah?" Cameron turned to find Wilson staring at her. A slight smile was still playing on his lips.
"Please sit down Allison."
"It's a really nice house you've got here. But I never pegged you for a Midwestern man." Mused Cameron aloud.
"I am not...at least I wasn't until..." He paused, exhaled loudly and asked her the question that was plaguing his mind ever since he had seen her standing at the porch. "Why are you here Allison? How did you find...ME?"
Cameron was fairly sure that she would be asked this particular question and she had had already prepared the answer she was about to rattle off yet she found herself hesitating for the moment. There was a reason why Wilson moved all the way from New Jersey to Minnesota totally off the grid, he held on to his anonymity as his very democratic right. Hence, her coming here uninvited...and uninformed was definitely making the situation awkward for them both. Yet she tried to deflect the question with another one of her. Good going Cameron!
"Do you like it here?" she asked without answering the question that was asked of her.
Wilson's face brightened up a little, "Surprisingly yes. I've never been a country person. Yet the quiet and solitude of this place attracts me." "So you didn't answer my question...how did y..."
"Foreman..." they both spoke at the same time. Allison answering and Wilson surmising. They both laughed at the obvious answer with Wilson nodding in response. Dr. Eric Foreman, was the current Dean of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital (PPTH), Princeton, New Jersey. He had been a colleague and a fellow intern with Cameron during their days at the aforementioned hospital. He was also the only person who had had any idea of the existing location of Dr. James Wilson and...
"And as to why am I here...I..I wanted to see you in person one last time before..." Cameron dragged out each syllable, as the bitter truth was still impossible for her to come to terms with.
"You mean before I die." It wasn't a question. Wilson had shifted from his seat across to come and sit beside the frail woman. Cameron took a staggering breath...
"Wilson...I...am so sorry I didn't come earlier. I am sorry for a lot of other things...but mostly I am sorry for leaving." Silent tears rolled down her eyes. Wilson took the smaller hands in his and answered, "I understand Allison, you had to...but nothing was the same after you left...I just sometimes wish that you hadn't. I'm sorry the amount of sadness YOU had to see in such young age." Cameron nodded as she dried her treacherous tears that had escaped without her volition.
Wilson's housekeeper had already served the teas and the cakes while both Cameron and Wilson were having their little conversation. Wilson took the opportunity to lighten up the grave situation as he served her with the tea and the cakes.
"So you have rejoined Mayo Clinic it seems." Wilson stated matter- of-factly.
"Yes...my family...my brother's still here. He has a kid now. He is barely 8 months old. I'm staying with them at my family house until I can get a place for my own." Informed Cameron as she drank the tea.
"That's good I suppose." He answered quite unnecessarily. "Yes it is as it is."
"I should take your leave now...but before I go let me thank you for being a good friend to me always...and.. and even though I know it was your decision to end the pain and not prolong it further, it would be my pleasure to help you in any way I can." She stood up from her seat and spoke, eyes beseeching, "Please Wilson call me IF you ever find yourself in need anything." She took out a small business card, which held her contacts and gave it to him. Wilson smiled and took the card.
"You have my word Dr. Cameron. And please free to come around whenever you feel like."
"I'll hold you on to that Dr. James Wilson." They both shook hands as if sealing an unspoken deal. The unlikely friendship that had sprung up at PPTH only got strengthened over the years...after all loving the SAME person would probably do that to people.
As Cameron was about to leave, Wilson finally succumbed to the curiosity that had been building ever since he saw her at his doorstep.
"Wouldn't you wanna see him?" Cameron stopped short. Yes visiting Wilson was not the only reason why she had come to this house in the first place. Yet...
"Cameron both of us knows, I am not the only reason...am I?"
"I wouldn't lie...but I had my suspicions...it got confirmed when I saw you. But no I won't see him even though I want to because that's what he would've wanted. I'm sure he didn't go through the elaborate plan of faking his death just to get caught at the hands of one of his lowly interns." Retorted Cameron.
Her comments made him wince imperceptibly. "Except you were never that to him. Were you?"
"I don't know." Replied Cameron truthfully. "I am just immensely happy that he is well and is with you."
Wilson looked astonished at the deduction, "How did..."
"Come on one doesn't need to be as brilliant as him to know that there would be no way in hell that he would've let you go through this alone...he is selfish but he also loves you the most in this world."
"That is not true you know...'loving me the most' part I mean." Wilson interjected.
Cameron smiled and stepped towards Wilson to softly kiss his cheek chastely.
"Take care Wilson. You're a good man."
"Thank you Allison, you too." Cameron smiled and got out of the house. She turned around and waved back to the still waiting form of Wilson by the door. As she walked down the narrow stony path towards her car, she heard the door behind her clicking shut. She felt amazed at the fact that she did win over her dilemma and finally went and met Wilson. It is true she didn't meet him but it still counted as something she thought ruefully. What a beautiful day it was! She thought absentmindedly as she was about to get into the driver's seat.
"God you ARE Pathetic!" A gruff voice stopped her midway. Yet it wasn't unknown to her. She would've recognized that voice anywhere in the world at any state she would be in.. Cameron looked up to find the man in question standing right in front of her...looking much better than he had ever looked before...even his limp was less pronounced now. 'Physiotherapy' mused Cameron. Seeing him, she felt she was finally given a new lease of life.
"You really couldn't let go off of things...could you?" All Cameron could was to stare at the very person, who had been the perennial reason for her to cry herself to sleep on more occasions than she cared to admit...or drink herself to oblivion.
"So who's the tattler? Hmm?" asked an amused House and before Cameron could come up with an appropriate answer, it was House himself who came up with the answer to his previously asked question. "Foreman. Knew he wasn't to be trusted." Grumbled he. Cameron giggled unexpectedly. "That is so not true...and you know it well enough."
"Yeah.." sighed House. Suddenly Cameron could feel the atmosphere to shift a little. The air between them had turned a little somber as House cleared his voice somewhat self consciously. There we go thought Cameron bracing herself. The caustic remarks had always hit close to home as far as he was concerned initially and Cameron was about to find out that nothing much had actually changed between them even though it seemed like both of them have travelled through a chasm to be standing in front of each other on some kind of a judgment day. "So, now that you've successfully established the fact that I am indeed alive the question you need to answer is that what are you going to do with the information? Now that you've quenched your curiosity are you gonna leave? Run away like always?" He might have meant it as an accusation, however it dawned on Cameron that his voice held much of the hurt and disappointment that he had somehow been able to hide away from the world...from her, from Wilson... probably even from himself. Cameron felt utterly wretched as she deciphered the disappointment in those icy blue eyes. She knew she had to be strong and not succumb to environmental causes' as Wilson would put it. "That depends" she answered.
"On what?" He almost spat out.
"You." Was her immediate answer.
House took a sharp intake of air as if he never really expected her to say this aloud. Agreed she was much more forthcoming about her feelings for him during her initial days as an intern in his diagnostics department than he had ever been in his entire life. On more occasions than one, he had snubbed any attempts on her part to express those emotions and rather cruelly he had had suppressed those tiny embers that kept reigniting themselves in his belly and in deeper caverns of his heart every-time she came near him. After the initial couple of years, even she seemed to had taken his cue and had started to maintain a distance. It never really worked quite in their favour though. Even if he could never really overcome his inhibitions as far as Cameron was concerned, two things he had been absolutely confident about were the complete trust and faith he had in her even though he might not ever had been giving in that department either AND of her affection...even when he was almost dying in that fire. So, even if he was fairly confident about his faith in her, he had had lost her way too many times not to be wary about.
Something they both lacked in was the ability to resolve crisis. Gregory House always withdraws in himself the moment he feels threatened and rather swallows his hurt and pain in the form of Vicodin; putting up a brave face in front of others ...even to his best friend. And by self admission Allison Cameron would rather leave than stay and face any confrontation. So even if their relationship might seem almost too 'romantic' at times to the outsiders yet it was anything but that. Their relationship'...that being the operative word here was never simple.
"Why? I am not your charity case, Cameron, and I can never be the warm and fuzzy soft toy that you seem to prefer to play with." His apparent flippant and equally pungent words shocked her. He had always been bitter towards the world and been a misanthrope for the better part of his life, yet those words coming out from his mouth made her want to run away to never return. However that was never an option. All the times she had left him, fate had still somehow managed to make them stand in front of each other.
" I never thought of you that way. You know that. I was in love with you; I wanted to understand you, be like you; heal you but never change you. I know you know that. It is unfair and cruel on your part to hurl those hateful accusations at me. I've never expected anything from you in return. Don't act as if you DON'T." Angry tears kept stinging her eyes...as Cameron hated to admit that she would probably never be completely over him.
House shut his eyes tight as if to reign in all the hurt and emotions he felt towards the beautiful petite woman half his age. "I...I am sorry. Old habits die hard." He bit out. He wasn't sure why exactly was he apologizing...yet he felt like 8 years worth of apology was just waiting to come out. She nodded in acquiescence. Cameron smiled softly at him and wished him, "Goodbye House"
Cameron was about to get into her tiny car when, she heard a beckoning, a desperate "STAY."
She inhaled sharply as she turned to meet the towering man in front her with scruffy chin and unkempt hair as usual. His eyes were an interesting shade of blue which altered according to his mood. Cameron could almost write out a thesis just based on his intelligent eyes. They were beseeching her to stop; to hold his metaphorical outstretched hands; to help him out of the deep hole that he had had dug out for himself for years ever since the infarction in his leg.
"Why?" Asked she, taking House right back to the first year of her internship where a similar situation had played out with quite a disastrous outcome. Both of them had no one else to blame but themselves.
House took tentative steps towards her. Cameron stood clenching herself, her natural defensive posture almost made House roll his eyes at her. "Oh! Unclench for God's sake Cameron." He muttered. He cleared his voice nervously and continued, "Because I..I'm asking you to. I can't promise that I won't hurt you in future, I'm an ass and I can't see myself changing anytime soon. B-But I..I want to. I think I am my best version when I am around you. I-I like that version of myself. Is that...okay?" House blinked and looked at Cameron warily...unsure of the reaction that he was gonna get from her. He was relieved to see a slight smile tugging at the corners of her pretty face as she pretended to think over his proposal.
"Woman, quit thinking so much...this is the best you're gonna get from me coupled with excessive amount of snogging ; fortunately leading up to much more interesting activities." He finished winking at her lasciviously trying his best to mask his already wreaking nerves.
Much to House's satisfaction, Cameron laughed out heartily and seemed to be very much in agreement to his proposal. The dark cloud that had hung between them had suddenly dissipated much to their relief. "Okay...I agree...but before we engage in any of those 'interesting activities'...we need to talk."
House let out a rather frustrated grunt, "Talking is so overrated. We could always devote ourselves to other meaningful endeavors' in the interim"
Cameron giggled softly as she shook her head at him, she took a step towards House closing the distance between them, tip-toed a little to put her right palm on his scruffy unshaved face; eyes softening; caressing it outpouring all the love for the immensely brilliant yet stubborn, sarcastic, arrogant, broken man that she had hidden in her heart for all these past years. "And we will but I intend YOU to be my last and I wouldn't expect any less from you. If we're doing this...House ...we're doing this right." Greg House prided himself that nothing much could render him speechless but apparently he was in for a surprise. He kept starting at Cameron, marveling at the change that had come over her in theses 8 years. Gone was the naive, eager to impress, lovelorn, damaged intern, ...to whom he was incredibly drawn to ...in place of her stood this confident, self assured young woman who seemed ready to match him in his own wits. His heart suddenly ached for the past version of Cameron. He knew somehow he was to be blamed for this transformation, yet he couldn't ignore the flash of attraction he felt for her new improved version.'
"Is this where I tell you that I love you and that I've always loved you? Then you're mistaken...I don't do emotions." He sniggered.
Cameron smirked and shook her head at him, "May be later but for now let's start with something very simple and infinitely more important...called the truth."
House huffed and then rubbed his face with both his palms, "This is gonna be BAD...what do you wanna know? Truth is rarely pure and never simple."
"Did you just quote Oscar Wilde to me?" Cameron looked amused.
"Aww...it always turns me on to know how well read you are." House mocked her...earning him an eye roll from her at the familiar antics.
"Truth's overrated...and you know what I believe everybody lie..." But he was stopped by Cameron mid sentence, "that is NOT what you believe but you what you say and want to believe." House was increasingly getting impressed by his former 'duckling' and her newly acquired self belief. He pretended to reluctantly agree with her deduction and grumbled, "Fine...let's play truth and dare...and...I dare you to give me a lap dance." And he smiled at her wickedly looking completely smug.
"How about why you took me in as your intern in the first place...AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY BECAUSE I WAS PRETTY!" House groaned and pulled her into his arms. "Oh! You are going to be the death of me Cameron."
After sometime of staying there in each others' arms...it was House who broke the companionable silence. "Is HE still watching?" Cameron was suddenly brought back to the reality that she was indeed nestled in House's arms and they were still outside Wilson's house standing in the gardens.
"Hmm??" asked Cameron not really paying attention
"Is he still watching?" House repeated himself sounding amused.
"Who?" Cameron seemed surprised.
"Wilson." Answered House along with his trademark eye-roll.
"WHATTT? Why would he do that?"
"You didn't think that he would let it pass by him...did you?...this is kind of a watershed moment for him." He laughed sounding very matter of fact.
"So let's give him something more to gawk about." Winked Cameron and slowly pressed her lips onto his. House stilled for a moment but was fast enough to catch up to the action. "I like the way your mind works." He breathed out with much difficulty. It was Cameron, much to the astonishment of House who was first to break away from the kiss. Her warm hazel eyes still held the same amount of wonderment and innocence...the remnants of younger version of her peeped through. House found himself rather enjoying the view. Something in her made him vulnerable too and hence he opened up to her for the first time about something that he had never shared with even Wilson. He tucked an errant lock behind her ears tenderly and confessed, "You saved me you know...from myself...from the fire."
Cameron looked surprised, "What do you mean? HOW?"
House shook his head and replied, "that's a story for another time, but I just wanted you to know...you were there even when you weren't. You've always been there...and THAT'S WHY I'M HERE. Thank you." It was really unnerving for Cameron to see Greg House so reformed and sorted. Her heart cried out for the man who was only used by people around him for their own means and then discarded him like a used toy car when it suited them. She once again pulled him in her embrace and quipped to lighten the mood, "Hmm...So I AM indeed Jane Eyre to your Edward Rochester it seems."
House looked at her as if she had suddenly sprung 2 heads. "What???"
Cameron rolled her eyes and smirked, "Come on didn't you know people compared me to Jane Eyre and you to Edward Rochester at the PPTH?"
House looked at her with mock disgust in his face... "Whoever started this weird comparison is lucky that I didn't ...But...now thinking back...I feel it's better to be compared to him than to that Darcy fellow."
Cameron mock hit his chest lightly, "Hey, I like him. He was my teenage crush."
House grunted, "He was a snob."
Cameron giggled as she ran her fingers through his disheveled hair, "I like Rochester more, you've nothing to worry about." House yanked her to him and growled, "Woman, the only man you should concern yourself with is me. I don't share."
Cameron laughed as he almost dragged her back to the house, "Ohh...you're such a baby."
The End
Wish you a very happy birthday lil Tha...hope you like this little endeavor from your dii's side.
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