31Disclaimer: Hameron scenes were lacking in the past two episodes - do you honestly think I own it?
A/N: I was honestly disappointed with the lack of Hameron - well just Cameron for that matter - in "Mirror Mirror" so I just couldn't write a fic for that eppy. Still, I needed to get back into the 'Hameron' mood, so I made myself write this. Makes me happy just thinking H/Ca, but I'm not too fond of this one. Oh well ... It's got Wuddy :D
Kk- i got a couple of reviews saying that this was confusing - so i tried to make it easier - the first scene takes place when Cameron's talking to Foreman about why she interfered, and the next one is at House's house! hee hee. And after that, its back in the lounge (the place where they watch TV and eat) with Cameron, who is later joined by Chase and Foreman and finally House.
O - and the PoV changes from Cameron to House (alternating)
Anyways, Enjoy! (hopefully)
"I miss the excitement," I heard myself say, a message hidden between the lines.
Looking into Foreman's eyes I knew that he had deciphered the code and confirmed it a few seconds later.
"Is that all you miss?"
I just shook my head, smiled wistfully, got up and walked away. I still couldn't determine if everyone knew that I still had feelings for House, or that they just couldn't let go of the idea; therefore seeing what they wanted. I had taken the huge leaps by going out with Chase and quitting and yet he and Foreman both thought that I was blindly chasing House. Maybe there was some truth to that: no matter how hard I tried, everything always came back to him. TGIF - I couldn't have been happier to get away and spend two glorious days from the hectic world of medicine.
"Quit whining House," my Wilson stated from the opposite end of my couch, "You knew it was coming: she's too wise for you."
I snorted, "Whatever, it's not like I was trying."
"Yeah, well," he let out a whoop, swinging his glass of scotch towards me, "You've got 24 hours of clinic duty waiting for you on Monday."
"That and an amazingly hot new candidate who will do anything I say. And when I say anything, I mean anything." I said raising my eyebrows suggestively.
"I don't even want to know. So tell me, how long is this game of yours going to last? Won't the other doctors get pissed off."
"Which makes it all the more fun," I smiled gleefully before sighing in bliss, "Just think, I now have two drop dead gorgeous candidates to choose from. Makes going to work so much better. I just have to come up with a way to make them… how do I say it… more enjoyable for me." I reached for the bottle, pouring a generous amount into both our glasses.
"Do you ever think of anything else besides sex?" Wilson questioned, disgusted.
"This is coming from the man who has gone through three wives because he has problems with being faithful. And yes, I think of motorcycles, canes, medicine – preferably vicodin – and… that's about it."
"If you must know…" he began, rolling his eyes at my previous statement.
However, I cut him off. "No I mustn't."
Completely ignoring me he continued, "I've become better. I just needed a woman who I admired and respected. Someone I could look up to."
Silence hung between us as I stared at him, mouth open. "No… way!"
"You can't tell anyone," he whispered, looking panicked.
"You didn't tell me!" I accused.
"I needed to know for sure, and well… I wasn't too sure about how you'd react. You guys did have that thing, and you keep hitting on her."
"That was ages ago, and I hit on anything with boobs and a butt. But seriously, I need a moment."
I leaned back, giving the news time to wash over me. I wasn't really shocked: ever since their date to that art gallery, I knew that something was going to come from it, I just didn't expect it so soon.
Breaking into my thoughts he said, "You know you could have it too."
"A threesome? I know she's kinky, but I think even she has her limits."
"Okay, nasty images, and that's not what I meant. Maybe you still have a chance, rumor has it that," he made a lame attempt at a cough, and I sighed, knowing who he was about to bring up, "someone and Chase were arguing about you."
Ignoring his futile attempt to get me to admit my feelings for Cameron – for what was the 137th time - I dodged, turning the conversation back to his newfound love, "You're not going to ask her to cover up her fun bags, right? Because then, I'd have real problems."
Draining his glass, he held it out for more, "What's the harm? You only get to see them."
Pouring him some, I smirked – I have a bad influence on people.
Groaning, I peeled off a pair of blood covered gloves and threw them out. Making my way to wash up, I scrubbed vigorously, hoping that the action would bring some life into me. My plans for a relaxing weekend went down the drain the moment I stepped home, when I got a call from my best friend that she had gotten engaged. Of course, I had to drive for two hours and spend the entire weekend with her, even though her fiancé was attached at the hip making the whole "heart to heart" impossible. However, after a late girls night out on Sunday (we managed to get rid of him, and I managed to get the juicy details) I came home at midnight – last night.
This was why I was sitting in the doctor's lounge, watching reruns of 'Friends' and eating a meal purchased from the cafeteria. Soon after Joey's third "How you doing" the door opened and Chase walked in, followed by Foreman.
Turning off the TV I stared at the two of them, trying to figure out why they were together.
"Honestly, I will never understand why the rest of the doctors never use this place," Foreman said as he made his way to the fridge.
"You … two," I questioned, still stuck on the fact that they were together.
"What?" Chase mocked taking a seat next to me, "We can be civilized. Right Foreman?"
"If you must know, we were just discussing House's new addition."
"She is so hot!" Chase managed to let out between bites of a sandwich.
Glaring at him, the two of us got up to join Foreman at the table.
"I heard," I said, trying extremely hard not to let my annoyance show. It still did because Chase sent me a pointed look.
"What?" I protested.
"How are you dating her when she still loves House?" Foreman questioned incredulously, shoving a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth.
"I take what I can get," Chase replied before changing the subject. "The new girl - bids on her are going fast. I'm going to have to print up more ballots."
"Which reminds me, how did the last pool go?" I enquired.
"I got him to go along with the vicodin story. He said the Viagra made him look desperate."
"You didn't win this time?" Foreman asked innocently.
"Nah, it would have looked too suspicious," Chase shot back with the equal amount of innocence.
"It also looks suspicious when you say I'm getting 50 and yet I still don't have anything. Come to think of it, it is suspicious."
The three of us swung our heads, the sight of House limping through the door in a pair of jeans and black rocker tee, making me think dirty. Shaking it off, I turned to Chase for an answer.
"You were the one who decided to take two days off." Reaching into his wallet, Chase pulled out a wad of bills and handed them to House, who accepted them and then proceeded to the fridge. We watched as he rummaged through the items inside before coming out with a plate of pizza.
"Good old Wilson," he said, confirming the fact that he hadn't taken the time to pack himself a lunch.
A few minutes later, taking out the now hot lunch from the microwave, House took a seat at the table joining us. Looking around he commented, "Just like the good old times. Ah – how life throws us back together."
"You never ate lunch with us," Foreman said.
"I've always wanted to. It's the thought that counts right? So, tell me Chase, what are you going to spend your prize money on?"
Taking a bite from his half eaten sandwich, Chase replied, "Haven't decided."
"You know what I'm going to spend my money on?"
"Strippers?" Foreman volunteered.
"Please, what do you think the new girl's here for? And I'm trying to convince Thirteen. The mirror guy was imitating me and said that she was hot. I'm supposed to act on it, right?" He directed the question to Foreman, who answered by smiling and filling up his mouth
My appetite suddenly disappeared: I had been replaced. It's not like I'm a love sick puppy or some silly girl with a crush, but after spending a weekend with my friend who was moving on with her life, I couldn't help but feel that I was stuck in a rut. My job was boring – eventful, but boring – and my relationship with Chase, though sweet and totally adorable, was definitely not going to last. That, and the fact that I simply could not give up House no matter how hard I tried just added to my bad mood.
Pushing my plate aside, I got up, "I should get back. It's pretty busy in the ER today."
Sending me a worried look, Chase reached for my unfinished salad.
"I'm okay," I lied and placed a kiss on his cheek. "See you guys around," I aimed at Foreman and House and walked out.
I could spot her leaning against a tree, staring at the lake and limped towards her, "Liar, liar pants on fire."
She looked at me and smiled softly, "I learned from the best. How did you know I was here?"
"One the ER is never busy on Mondays and two, you took your coat. So why exactly did you rush out from there? Did our little gathering remind you too much of old times?"
"Don't you have six other brains to pick apart? You've already spent three years on mine. Move on. Use the fresh meat."
"Maybe I should be telling you the same thing?" I questioned, joining her against the tree, my leg aching more than usual today.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she dismissed and resumed her gaze on the lake.
"I think you do."
"I'm over you, remember?"
"Hm… no," I said refusing to believe that. Maybe I had grown fonder of her than I cared to admit.
"If it makes you happy."
"It does." She shot me a glare and went back to the water.
"You know what's more interesting than water? Monster Trucks."
I slowly turned my head towards him and let out a soft, "Like in our non – date monster trucks?"
"No like in Cuddy's breasts, monster trucks."
"I'm dating Chase remember?"
"So break up with him, or don't tell him. I don't think he'd be too happy to know that I'm buying the tickets from the gamble money."
I thought about it for a moment, remembering that wonderful night. "Well I don't see why I have to break up with him. It's not a date right?"
"Right," he smirked. "Pick you up at 8 on Friday?"
I grinned, "Sure," and leaned comfortably against the wide trunk, the water, that had seemed so grey before, now sparkling in the sunlight. Maybe this day wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: It was mostly dialogue, cuz there wasn't much character development in the episode. Honestly though, the BETTER not make the new girl a love interest for House. Gotta love the plot line though! I loved that Foreman was right - Grumpy's freaky! Glad he's gone. And Cuddy not falling for House!
I also realized that there's alot of implied stuff going on in my fics - I actually don't give clear facts (I don't use names). It makes sense in my head - I was just wondering do you guys get it?
O - and rant bout last weeks, NEEDED CAMERON! and I totally loved how House and Chase were in it together! All three have learned from him! It's amazing! Hee - House and Cuddy's 'fight'!
Honestly, they better wrap up the team chosing sub plot, cuz the other characters aren't getting enough screen time. And Thirteen's 'secret story life' is lame. I'm not intrigued in the least. Tell which other character do we actually know a past about (except for little tidbits)? I'd be more interested to find out about Wilson, or Cuddy's or Cameron's past.
Anyways... REVIEW!
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