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House/Cameron One-Shot. Chapter II
House/Cameron One-Shot. Chapter II
I finally finished the second chapter in this one-shot. I’m sorry it took so long, but dreck like this is not easy to plow through. Unfortunately, in the interim, author!person has written a third chapter. I’m planning to read it some time this millennium.
Disclaimer: All rights to House MD belong to David Shore, Heel and Toe Films and Bad Hat Harry Productions in association with NBC Universal Television Studio. I do not make any monetary profit from this fanfiction.
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We now return to the world of House, his wifey, Cameron and their two children – Ethan (who is a giant blue eye) and Joy.
Previously, Chapter 1 .
House and Wilson are sitting in House’s office. Wilson is taking slow, deep, rhythmic breaths.
Wilson
House: Okay. *yells toward conference room* Break’s over. Get in here.
Cameron, Chase and Foreman reluctantly enter. Cuddy follows them as far as the doorway.
Cuddy: Am I in this one?
House: *checks* Nope, just one quick mention.
Cuddy: Then I’m going back to work. *leaves*
Hi guys, this is a House and Cameron One Shot. It’s a sequel to [Part I]. It would be great if you read [Part I] first. This One Shot just poped into my head, yes poped. Hehe. For those of you who have read [Part I] may have noticed that I wrote a disclaimer from One Tree Hill, sorry about that. But seriously did anyone think that I own anything from House. Little me?. Hello!
Chase: What did she say about the Pope?
Foreman: Nothing. Just that he was in her head.
Chase: That’s absurd. Why would the Pope be in her head?
I wanna thank everybody who gave me feedback for [Part I]. So thank you: [individually names five reviewers]. And I wanna thank everybody who took a little time to read my first House/Cameron One Shot. It ment at a lot to me. Anyway, enjoy and please give me some feedback!
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from House.
Cameron: It “ment at” a lot to us too. Punishment, at the very least.
House was sitting in his office at home. It was a small room, but more than enough space for him.
House: It was more than enough because I am a petit and delicate person.
The blue lamp on the night stand was the only thing bringing light into the room. He took a sip of his coffee. Oh, it is cold. That made him realise that he had been sitting in his office for a long time, so long that it was now dark outside.
Foreman: Drinking cold coffee makes you realize it is dark outside? Most people realize it because of the lack of light coming through the windows.
Suddenly an enormous pain shot trough his leg and he gritted his teeth together. He reached for the painkillers at the corner of his desk. House poped the bottle open and swallowed two pills.
Chase: Now she’s involving the Pope in House’s drug problem. I know I haven’t exactly been a model Catholic since I left the seminary, but that’s just disrespectful.
House: Hey, author!nitwit. The hole in my leg is ugly and painful. But it is not the size of a trough. People don’t throw food on my thigh for the neighborhood animals to eat out of.
Come on, House focus, he keeped on telling himself.
Foreman: What’s “House focus?”
Cameron: Probably something like autofocus. If he doesn’t use a camera often, he’d have to remind himself what settings to use.
He had all the symtomes of the patient written down and he was just staring at them. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong with his latest patient. He rubbed his unshaved face with both of his hands while leaning his head back.
House: If I remember my Greek correctly, “sym” as a prefix means “having the same function as.” So symtomes must be large, heavy books which can be used interchangeably.
Suddenly he heard knocking. He looked towards the door.
“Can I come in?” The fifteen year old boy asked. He looked like a young House, and if it wasn’t for his father’s beard and scar on his right leg one would believe he was a clone of House.
House: Scar tissue is not encoded on the genome.
Chase: Neither are shaving choices.
House: Besides, I’m pretty sure I don’t have a beard on my right leg.
Wilson
“It doesn't look as if I am getting much work done anyway, so go right ahead” House waved his hand towards the chair not so far from his desk.
The fifteen year old boy named Ethan looked nervous. He took small steps towards the chair and for a second he changed his mind about talking to his father. “You know what, never mind”. He turned around and started walking towards the door, but his father’s laugh stopped him.
“What?” Ethan asked turning around to face his father. “Why are you laughing?”.
Cameron: It’s a miracle. Ethan has grown legs!
Chase: Seems like they’re short legs if all he can take are small steps.
Cameron: When he was eight, he was nothing but a blue eye. Even short legs are wonderful.
Chase: It’s probably a result of invoking the Pope’s name so often.
“I see the whole teen boy not talking to his father, is really starting to kick in” House was going to add more “House humor” to the sentence, but the look on Ethan’s counfused face made him change his direction of his sentence.
House: Yeah, my sentence was going north but I changed it to southeast because Ethan was counfused.
Foreman: How can he add more House humor? He hasn’t said anything funny yet.
“Sit” House said in a kind way, well at least as kind as House’s voice can sound.
Chase: “Woof,” said Ethan.
Foreman: What?
Chase: Well, House was talking to the kid like he’s a dog so I thought . . .
House: Chase, sit!
Chase: woof
Cameron always told him that if he didn’t want his children to think of him the way he thought about his father, he would have to make an effort and talk to them. And not in his own little sarcastic way, but talk to them as a father to his children.
Cameron: There is nothing “little” about House’s sarcastic way.
Wilson: Actually, there’s nothing “little” about House.
House: *smirks*
So that was what he had been trying to do, and it seems to go much better. Except now Ethan was rolling into the bumpy teenage-years and it wasn’t that easy. But either way he didn’t want his children to feel the way he did when he was around his father. It was a feeling that he didn’t wish upon anyone. Not even Cuddy.
House: I don’t like administrators on principle. But by the time this fic takes place, I would have been working for Cuddy for more than a quarter of a century. If I hated her that much, one of us would be dead by now.
Ethan sat down and yet not feeling very comfortable. He looked at his father and found it odd of how it was sometimes easy to talk to him, and sometimes, like this time, he would like nothing more than just too go to his room.
“What’s up?” House asked curious.
Foreman: Missing comma. Unless House is talking to someone named “curious.”
Ethan didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to start the conversation. He normally didn’t talk about those kind of stuff with his family. He was beginning to be nervous again.
“Who was your first love?” Ethan blurted out.
House looked at him. His son was truly a teenager.
Cameron: What was the first clue? The fact that he’s 15?
House: Nope, the fact that he wants to talk to me about Stacy.
House knew that Ethan had found a girl that he liked and it brought joy to House in ways that he couldn’t describe. On the other hand House knew that Ethan was wondering about “adult stuff” as well. Great, House thought. Of course that thought was meant in a sarcastic way.
House: Of course. Actually, I’m terrified at the thought of talking about “adult stuff” with a teenager.
Chase: He’s 15 and you haven’t talked to him about sex yet? You’re a doctor. You spend time working in a free clinic. You know how young kids are these days when they get sexually active.
House: Until he grew legs, I always figured the closest thing to an STD he could catch was pinkeye.
House knew he would have to have the talk someday and yet he felt as if he wasn’t prepared. (Don’t forget that him being one of the best doctors there is, was at this time no help what-so-ever). And there was often times like this moment that caused House to go back back to his “old” behavior.
Cameron: Why would his being a doctor be “no help what-so-ever” in explaining biological urges to someone?
Foreman: And, since author!dingbat didn’t tell us this before, it makes no sense for her to say “don’t forget.”
“Who was my first love?” House repeated. He didn’t know if he wanted to run out of the room or laugh. “My first love”.
House: Cripple here. I’m not running anywhere. So I guess I’ll just laugh at my kid. That should make him feel really good about coming to me for advice.
“That was one hot person”. He looked at Ethan and saw the shock on his face. House knew it was because Ethan would never have thought that his father would actully have this conversiton with him. After the shock passed the laughter came along.
“What, she really was hot”. House couldn’t help but join in on the laugh.
House: Okay, everyone. Let’s all laugh at the idea that I’d be attracted to someone hot.
All: Hah!
“And that’s the reason she was your first love”. Ethan had his doubt. He knew it was going to be though, but he was determined to find out who his father’s first love was.
“What was she like?” Ethan asked curious, as to who was this person that made his father open up to him.
“Well you know, get your own girlfriend and you will have your answar” House didn’t know what other way there was to respond to this sort of question.
Cameron: The question was “What was she like?” Surely you can think of at least one other way to respond.
Chase: That’s House in a nutshell – inarticulate and embarrassed.
All: Hah!
Ethan got up from his chair and said “It was nice as long as it lasted”. He was on his way out of the room when House spoke. “She had the most amazing eyes”.
Ethan turned around and looked at his father “What?”. “Well, that and she really had the guts to stand up to me.” House continued. “Me” he repeated holding his hands toward’s his chest.
Ethan went to sit in the chair once again. He remained silent, afraid that if he spoke House woudn’t tell him more.
“She had something that no person could resist”. Ethan remained still. “She was a person that no one could look away from. Everybody loved her and I mean everybody”. He put a extra force on the word everybody. House stopped for a moment. “Including me”.
All: Wow.
Foreman: The punctuation and spelling are a mess. And there should be a couple more paragraph breaks. But she actually put together more than a dozen sentences in a row that are reminiscent of the way real people talk, think and feel.
Cameron: She did that once in the last chapter, too.
Chase: She gives us a glimpse of an adequate fic then snatches it away again. She’s trying to torment us.
House: She’s not trying, she’s succeeding.
House wasn’t used to talk about stoff this way, so he changed the subject as soon as the opportunity came along. “You found a girl you like?” He looked at Ethan.
“Yeah” Ethan said almost whispering.
“Well” House wanted to know more, but he didn’t know how to ask. Luckily Ethan understood what his father wanted.
“She is pretty” House had to let out a small chuckle. It reminded him of the time when Cameron asked him why he had hired her, and he told her that it was because she was pretty. If she only knew.
House: If she only knew I was lying when I said that.
Foreman: If she only knew what she was getting herself into when she accepted the job.
Chase: If she only knew that she didn’t have to throw herself away on a misanthropic bastard.
Wilson
Cameron: If I only knew how to end this now, before my fic!self enters.
“Go on” He encouraged Ethan with the only way he knew how.
“I don’t know what else to say” Ethan really didn’t know what to say. Then he remembered. “She is a year younger than I am”. House nodded his head to tell Ethan that he was listening.
House: Wonderful. Not only does author!moron think I’m incapable of expressing myself in an erudite and cogent manner, she thinks my kid is just as tongue-tied.
“And she likes soccer, just like me” Even though it killed House to know that because of his leg he would never be able to play fotball with his son, he knew that Wilson would always step in and play. And House really liked the fact that his son was doing something he was enjoying.
Cameron: This fic takes place at least 16 years in the future. Even if House’s leg were fine, wouldn’t he be a little old for soccer?
Wilson
Cameron: He’d be in his 60s. That’s old.
*Wilson Wilson
House: Hey! *pokes pile of bodies with his cane* Don’t think you’re going to avoid the rest of this emo!mess by killing each other. Get back up here!
Neither House nor Ethan talked for a few minutes. Both were deep in their thoughts.
“How did you know you loved her, I mean your first love” Ethan asked his father, not sure if he would even get an answer.
“I don’t know” House told him honestly. “But everytime I saw her my heart would start beating really fast, and my hands would get all sweaty. And when she smiled". House stopped and then continued. "I would give up my life if I had to, just so that she could smile”.
House: Translation – seeing her caused me to have panic attacks and I would rather have died than look at her face again.
Wilson
House looked down on the piece of paper on his desk. Symptomes that he couldn’t connect to a disease. He groaned of frustration.
He turned to his son and said “She made me believe in God”. Ethan smiled. His father was actually talking to him about his first love. He had to pinch himself to make sure it wasn’t some sort of dream.
Chase: I thought Stacy is an atheist, just like you are.
House: She is. The crucifix she wears has sentimental, not religious, meaning for her.
“Oh, and she just couldn’t resist my devilish good looks”. House smirked as did Ethan. He knew it had to come sooner or later.
Ethan had to ask “Was she pretty?”
House looked at him for a long time “Yes, she was”. He saw Cameron and Joy standing by the door. Cameron was leaning her right forearm on the doorfram while holding Joy’s hand. It looked as if she was getting Joy ready for bed. And bringing House coffee.
Cameron: Now there are two jobs I would combine. “Come on, Joy. It’s your bedtime. Let’s go to the kitchen and make a fresh pot of coffee.”
“She still is” House said in a soft voice and looked at Cameron. It was at that time Ethan understood it all. His mother was his father’s first love. He knew that his twelve year old sister was probably thinking Mommy and daddy sitting in a three and k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Girls, Ethan thought to himself.
All: *stunned silence*
Chase: What the . . . ?
Cameron: You were 45 when I met you. Does author!cretin think you had never been in love before?
Foreman: She doesn’t have to think, just open her eyes. He spent months chasing Stacy all overNew Jersey
House: Actually, Stacy was my first serious love, but I did “fall in love” a few times in high school. And college. And medical school. And during my residency and fellowships.
Wilson
House:Wilson
He looked at the clock and realised that if he wanted to get some sleep it was time too go to bed. Ethan stood up from his chair and turned to his father “Thanks for the talk dad” He then looked at his mother. “I can take Joy to bed mom”.
Chase: That really sounds bad. Are they still sharing a room?
“Thank you honny” Cameron smiled. “Good night mommy and daddy” Joy said with a big smile on her face as she waved with her hand. She had so much semblance to her mother. Joy was indeed a beautiful little girl. House dreaded the day he would have use his cain as a way to beat boys away from his daughter. Actually on second thought, he looked forward to using his cain to something useful. “Good night” Cameron said and watched their children leave House’s office. Cameron looked at House and felt her heart melt. He had really worked hard these last couple of days. His latest patient was causing him to get up early and to stay up late. She held on to the coffee she was holding in her hand and put it on his desk. House picked it up and took a sip.
Cameron: I held on to the coffee I was holding and put it down? Come on, author!equivocator, make up your mind. Do I hold it or put it on his desk?
Foreman: With everything that’s wrong with that paragraph, all you’re concerned with is what you did with a stupid cup of coffee?
Cameron: The rest of the paragraph scares me. I’m trying to focus on the part I can almost understand.
Wilson
Cameron: See! It scaresWilson
“I don’t understand what's wrong with this patient” Cameron could hear the need in his voice, the need to find out what illness his patient has before he dies. She stood behind him and bent down to slid her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his neck. “You will get it, I know you will”.
Cameron knew that his patience was running out. He had days like these everytime she was pregnant. Why should this pregnancy be any different?. House knew that pregnancy would leed to Cameron not going to work with him. House remembered after Joy was born, Cameron didn’t go to work for almost six years. Well she did go to the hospital to see House and her coworkers, but that was all. She didn’t stay up late with him and the team to find out why people were sick.
House: Oh my god! She’s spawning again.
Cameron: Fic!me had better not stay home for six years with this one. You’ll be 70 by the time I go back to work.
Chase: He’s eaten a million pounds of Vicodin. He takes experimental drugs and then counteracts their effects by taking illegal ones.
Wilson: His diet consists of grease, sugar and artificial coloring.
Foreman: And you think he’s going to last until he’s 70? You’d better go back to work right away. You’re going to be the sole wage earner long before the next one is out of diapers.
He gently started playing with her slender fingers. House could feel her wedding ring and he feelt a grin swim onto his face. Cameron could feel House’s wedding ring and she loved the idea of her and him being bonded for the rest of their life. They would have the joy of growing old together and watching their children go to school. They would get to see their grandchildren together and that was all that mattered to Cameron.
Foreman: That should be “their lives.” They don’t share one life.
House: Cameron is 20 years younger than I am. Doesn’t author!jackass realize that, unless she gets hit by a car, I’ll almost definitely die first.
Cameron: Hit by a car. That’s beginning to sound like a good idea.
House: No you don’t. No way you are going to leave fic!me to raise three of them.
Cameron thought they had it good for now. They had bought a house andWilson Wilson
Wilson
House: I think she means that you get divorced because you split your time between oncology and visiting us, meaning Cameron, the kids and me. *grabs wastepaper basket and starts puking*
Wilson
House: No. I’m okay. It was just the thought of “us” meaning Cameron and me, with or without kids.
Cameron was happy that House didn’t spend that much time at the office. It seemed that their role as a parent were important to them both and House was really trying to be a good father. She knew that she wasn’t the best mother, but she did the best she could and there have been cases of which House was the one that helped her with the children. She was now in her second semester in her pregnancy and her belly was starting to show. It was great to welcome another child into this world. Because she loved being a mother. She often believed that being married to House and being a mother was her destiny. And she didn’t mind that thought a bit, in fact she loved that idea.
House: If you want to be a part-time doctor, you go into dermatology or plastic surgery. With Cameron’s specialty she could treat allergies a couple of days a week. But how do you do diagnostics part-time?
Chase: If you don’t figure out what’s wrong with the patient immediately, I guess you ask them not to get any sicker for a while because you are scheduled to make lunch for your kids the next day so you won’t be in.
House: Okay, but this is supposed to be me. Why would author!ignoramus think that I would put my personal life ahead of finding the diagnosis?
Chase: Beats me.
House: Great, I get to use my cain to something useful. *hits Chase with cane*
House turned his head to face cameron and said in a playfull way “So, wanna help me ruin all of this fun I am having with joining me in the bedroom”. A tiny bit of pink crept into Cameron’s cheeks. House noticed and he felt a odd feeling in his stomach. The kind of feeling he got whenever she would smile or blush. How he was so stupid to actually be so close to losing her, he never knew. But he was happy that she didn’t disappear out of his life for good and that they were bonded for the rest of their life.
Foreman: Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe they do share one life. It has certainly become too boring to stretch to two people.
House: An “odd feeling” in my stomach? Can’t be getting hard, there’s nothing odd about that feeling.
Wilson
House: That I feel whenever I see Cameron smile or blush? That makes sense.
*Cameron punches House on the arm*
House: Now you remind me of Stacy.
She nodded in agreement, knowing fully well that it was his way of flirting with her. House smirked and raised his head up a bit so that he could capture his lips with her’s.
“Come on my hubby” Cameron got up as she took his hand that wasn’t balancing him with the help of his cane. They walked togheter towards their bedroom and quietly closed and locked the door.
House: And the hell with the patient.
Chapter 3
House/Cameron One-Shot. Chapter II
I finally finished the second chapter in this one-shot. I’m sorry it took so long, but dreck like this is not easy to plow through. Unfortunately, in the interim, author!person has written a third chapter. I’m planning to read it some time this millennium.
Disclaimer: All rights to House MD belong to David Shore, Heel and Toe Films and Bad Hat Harry Productions in association with NBC Universal Television Studio. I do not make any monetary profit from this fanfiction.
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We now return to the world of House, his wifey, Cameron and their two children – Ethan (who is a giant blue eye) and Joy.
Previously, Chapter 1 .
House and Wilson are sitting in House’s office. Wilson is taking slow, deep, rhythmic breaths.
House: Okay. *yells toward conference room* Break’s over. Get in here.
Cameron, Chase and Foreman reluctantly enter. Cuddy follows them as far as the doorway.
Cuddy: Am I in this one?
House: *checks* Nope, just one quick mention.
Cuddy: Then I’m going back to work. *leaves*
Hi guys, this is a House and Cameron One Shot. It’s a sequel to [Part I]. It would be great if you read [Part I] first. This One Shot just poped into my head, yes poped. Hehe. For those of you who have read [Part I] may have noticed that I wrote a disclaimer from One Tree Hill, sorry about that. But seriously did anyone think that I own anything from House. Little me?. Hello!
Chase: What did she say about the Pope?
Foreman: Nothing. Just that he was in her head.
Chase: That’s absurd. Why would the Pope be in her head?
I wanna thank everybody who gave me feedback for [Part I]. So thank you: [individually names five reviewers]. And I wanna thank everybody who took a little time to read my first House/Cameron One Shot. It ment at a lot to me. Anyway, enjoy and please give me some feedback!
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from House.
Cameron: It “ment at” a lot to us too. Punishment, at the very least.
House was sitting in his office at home. It was a small room, but more than enough space for him.
House: It was more than enough because I am a petit and delicate person.
The blue lamp on the night stand was the only thing bringing light into the room. He took a sip of his coffee. Oh, it is cold. That made him realise that he had been sitting in his office for a long time, so long that it was now dark outside.
Foreman: Drinking cold coffee makes you realize it is dark outside? Most people realize it because of the lack of light coming through the windows.
Suddenly an enormous pain shot trough his leg and he gritted his teeth together. He reached for the painkillers at the corner of his desk. House poped the bottle open and swallowed two pills.
Chase: Now she’s involving the Pope in House’s drug problem. I know I haven’t exactly been a model Catholic since I left the seminary, but that’s just disrespectful.
House: Hey, author!nitwit. The hole in my leg is ugly and painful. But it is not the size of a trough. People don’t throw food on my thigh for the neighborhood animals to eat out of.
Come on, House focus, he keeped on telling himself.
Foreman: What’s “House focus?”
Cameron: Probably something like autofocus. If he doesn’t use a camera often, he’d have to remind himself what settings to use.
He had all the symtomes of the patient written down and he was just staring at them. He couldn’t figure out what was wrong with his latest patient. He rubbed his unshaved face with both of his hands while leaning his head back.
House: If I remember my Greek correctly, “sym” as a prefix means “having the same function as.” So symtomes must be large, heavy books which can be used interchangeably.
Suddenly he heard knocking. He looked towards the door.
“Can I come in?” The fifteen year old boy asked. He looked like a young House, and if it wasn’t for his father’s beard and scar on his right leg one would believe he was a clone of House.
House: Scar tissue is not encoded on the genome.
Chase: Neither are shaving choices.
House: Besides, I’m pretty sure I don’t have a beard on my right leg.
“It doesn't look as if I am getting much work done anyway, so go right ahead” House waved his hand towards the chair not so far from his desk.
The fifteen year old boy named Ethan looked nervous. He took small steps towards the chair and for a second he changed his mind about talking to his father. “You know what, never mind”. He turned around and started walking towards the door, but his father’s laugh stopped him.
“What?” Ethan asked turning around to face his father. “Why are you laughing?”.
Cameron: It’s a miracle. Ethan has grown legs!
Chase: Seems like they’re short legs if all he can take are small steps.
Cameron: When he was eight, he was nothing but a blue eye. Even short legs are wonderful.
Chase: It’s probably a result of invoking the Pope’s name so often.
“I see the whole teen boy not talking to his father, is really starting to kick in” House was going to add more “House humor” to the sentence, but the look on Ethan’s counfused face made him change his direction of his sentence.
House: Yeah, my sentence was going north but I changed it to southeast because Ethan was counfused.
Foreman: How can he add more House humor? He hasn’t said anything funny yet.
“Sit” House said in a kind way, well at least as kind as House’s voice can sound.
Chase: “Woof,” said Ethan.
Foreman: What?
Chase: Well, House was talking to the kid like he’s a dog so I thought . . .
House: Chase, sit!
Chase: woof
Cameron always told him that if he didn’t want his children to think of him the way he thought about his father, he would have to make an effort and talk to them. And not in his own little sarcastic way, but talk to them as a father to his children.
Cameron: There is nothing “little” about House’s sarcastic way.
Wilson: Actually, there’s nothing “little” about House.
House: *smirks*
So that was what he had been trying to do, and it seems to go much better. Except now Ethan was rolling into the bumpy teenage-years and it wasn’t that easy. But either way he didn’t want his children to feel the way he did when he was around his father. It was a feeling that he didn’t wish upon anyone. Not even Cuddy.
House: I don’t like administrators on principle. But by the time this fic takes place, I would have been working for Cuddy for more than a quarter of a century. If I hated her that much, one of us would be dead by now.
Ethan sat down and yet not feeling very comfortable. He looked at his father and found it odd of how it was sometimes easy to talk to him, and sometimes, like this time, he would like nothing more than just too go to his room.
“What’s up?” House asked curious.
Foreman: Missing comma. Unless House is talking to someone named “curious.”
Ethan didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to start the conversation. He normally didn’t talk about those kind of stuff with his family. He was beginning to be nervous again.
“Who was your first love?” Ethan blurted out.
House looked at him. His son was truly a teenager.
Cameron: What was the first clue? The fact that he’s 15?
House: Nope, the fact that he wants to talk to me about Stacy.
House knew that Ethan had found a girl that he liked and it brought joy to House in ways that he couldn’t describe. On the other hand House knew that Ethan was wondering about “adult stuff” as well. Great, House thought. Of course that thought was meant in a sarcastic way.
House: Of course. Actually, I’m terrified at the thought of talking about “adult stuff” with a teenager.
Chase: He’s 15 and you haven’t talked to him about sex yet? You’re a doctor. You spend time working in a free clinic. You know how young kids are these days when they get sexually active.
House: Until he grew legs, I always figured the closest thing to an STD he could catch was pinkeye.
House knew he would have to have the talk someday and yet he felt as if he wasn’t prepared. (Don’t forget that him being one of the best doctors there is, was at this time no help what-so-ever). And there was often times like this moment that caused House to go back back to his “old” behavior.
Cameron: Why would his being a doctor be “no help what-so-ever” in explaining biological urges to someone?
Foreman: And, since author!dingbat didn’t tell us this before, it makes no sense for her to say “don’t forget.”
“Who was my first love?” House repeated. He didn’t know if he wanted to run out of the room or laugh. “My first love”.
House: Cripple here. I’m not running anywhere. So I guess I’ll just laugh at my kid. That should make him feel really good about coming to me for advice.
“That was one hot person”. He looked at Ethan and saw the shock on his face. House knew it was because Ethan would never have thought that his father would actully have this conversiton with him. After the shock passed the laughter came along.
“What, she really was hot”. House couldn’t help but join in on the laugh.
House: Okay, everyone. Let’s all laugh at the idea that I’d be attracted to someone hot.
All: Hah!
“And that’s the reason she was your first love”. Ethan had his doubt. He knew it was going to be though, but he was determined to find out who his father’s first love was.
“What was she like?” Ethan asked curious, as to who was this person that made his father open up to him.
“Well you know, get your own girlfriend and you will have your answar” House didn’t know what other way there was to respond to this sort of question.
Cameron: The question was “What was she like?” Surely you can think of at least one other way to respond.
Chase: That’s House in a nutshell – inarticulate and embarrassed.
All: Hah!
Ethan got up from his chair and said “It was nice as long as it lasted”. He was on his way out of the room when House spoke. “She had the most amazing eyes”.
Ethan turned around and looked at his father “What?”. “Well, that and she really had the guts to stand up to me.” House continued. “Me” he repeated holding his hands toward’s his chest.
Ethan went to sit in the chair once again. He remained silent, afraid that if he spoke House woudn’t tell him more.
“She had something that no person could resist”. Ethan remained still. “She was a person that no one could look away from. Everybody loved her and I mean everybody”. He put a extra force on the word everybody. House stopped for a moment. “Including me”.
All: Wow.
Foreman: The punctuation and spelling are a mess. And there should be a couple more paragraph breaks. But she actually put together more than a dozen sentences in a row that are reminiscent of the way real people talk, think and feel.
Cameron: She did that once in the last chapter, too.
Chase: She gives us a glimpse of an adequate fic then snatches it away again. She’s trying to torment us.
House: She’s not trying, she’s succeeding.
House wasn’t used to talk about stoff this way, so he changed the subject as soon as the opportunity came along. “You found a girl you like?” He looked at Ethan.
“Yeah” Ethan said almost whispering.
“Well” House wanted to know more, but he didn’t know how to ask. Luckily Ethan understood what his father wanted.
“She is pretty” House had to let out a small chuckle. It reminded him of the time when Cameron asked him why he had hired her, and he told her that it was because she was pretty. If she only knew.
House: If she only knew I was lying when I said that.
Foreman: If she only knew what she was getting herself into when she accepted the job.
Chase: If she only knew that she didn’t have to throw herself away on a misanthropic bastard.
Cameron: If I only knew how to end this now, before my fic!self enters.
“Go on” He encouraged Ethan with the only way he knew how.
“I don’t know what else to say” Ethan really didn’t know what to say. Then he remembered. “She is a year younger than I am”. House nodded his head to tell Ethan that he was listening.
House: Wonderful. Not only does author!moron think I’m incapable of expressing myself in an erudite and cogent manner, she thinks my kid is just as tongue-tied.
“And she likes soccer, just like me” Even though it killed House to know that because of his leg he would never be able to play fotball with his son, he knew that Wilson would always step in and play. And House really liked the fact that his son was doing something he was enjoying.
Cameron: This fic takes place at least 16 years in the future. Even if House’s leg were fine, wouldn’t he be a little old for soccer?
Cameron: He’d be in his 60s. That’s old.
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House: Hey! *pokes pile of bodies with his cane* Don’t think you’re going to avoid the rest of this emo!mess by killing each other. Get back up here!
Neither House nor Ethan talked for a few minutes. Both were deep in their thoughts.
“How did you know you loved her, I mean your first love” Ethan asked his father, not sure if he would even get an answer.
“I don’t know” House told him honestly. “But everytime I saw her my heart would start beating really fast, and my hands would get all sweaty. And when she smiled". House stopped and then continued. "I would give up my life if I had to, just so that she could smile”.
House: Translation – seeing her caused me to have panic attacks and I would rather have died than look at her face again.
House looked down on the piece of paper on his desk. Symptomes that he couldn’t connect to a disease. He groaned of frustration.
He turned to his son and said “She made me believe in God”. Ethan smiled. His father was actually talking to him about his first love. He had to pinch himself to make sure it wasn’t some sort of dream.
Chase: I thought Stacy is an atheist, just like you are.
House: She is. The crucifix she wears has sentimental, not religious, meaning for her.
“Oh, and she just couldn’t resist my devilish good looks”. House smirked as did Ethan. He knew it had to come sooner or later.
Ethan had to ask “Was she pretty?”
House looked at him for a long time “Yes, she was”. He saw Cameron and Joy standing by the door. Cameron was leaning her right forearm on the doorfram while holding Joy’s hand. It looked as if she was getting Joy ready for bed. And bringing House coffee.
Cameron: Now there are two jobs I would combine. “Come on, Joy. It’s your bedtime. Let’s go to the kitchen and make a fresh pot of coffee.”
“She still is” House said in a soft voice and looked at Cameron. It was at that time Ethan understood it all. His mother was his father’s first love. He knew that his twelve year old sister was probably thinking Mommy and daddy sitting in a three and k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Girls, Ethan thought to himself.
All: *stunned silence*
Chase: What the . . . ?
Cameron: You were 45 when I met you. Does author!cretin think you had never been in love before?
Foreman: She doesn’t have to think, just open her eyes. He spent months chasing Stacy all over
House: Actually, Stacy was my first serious love, but I did “fall in love” a few times in high school. And college. And medical school. And during my residency and fellowships.
House:
He looked at the clock and realised that if he wanted to get some sleep it was time too go to bed. Ethan stood up from his chair and turned to his father “Thanks for the talk dad” He then looked at his mother. “I can take Joy to bed mom”.
Chase: That really sounds bad. Are they still sharing a room?
“Thank you honny” Cameron smiled. “Good night mommy and daddy” Joy said with a big smile on her face as she waved with her hand. She had so much semblance to her mother. Joy was indeed a beautiful little girl. House dreaded the day he would have use his cain as a way to beat boys away from his daughter. Actually on second thought, he looked forward to using his cain to something useful. “Good night” Cameron said and watched their children leave House’s office. Cameron looked at House and felt her heart melt. He had really worked hard these last couple of days. His latest patient was causing him to get up early and to stay up late. She held on to the coffee she was holding in her hand and put it on his desk. House picked it up and took a sip.
Cameron: I held on to the coffee I was holding and put it down? Come on, author!equivocator, make up your mind. Do I hold it or put it on his desk?
Foreman: With everything that’s wrong with that paragraph, all you’re concerned with is what you did with a stupid cup of coffee?
Cameron: The rest of the paragraph scares me. I’m trying to focus on the part I can almost understand.
Cameron: See! It scares
“I don’t understand what's wrong with this patient” Cameron could hear the need in his voice, the need to find out what illness his patient has before he dies. She stood behind him and bent down to slid her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his neck. “You will get it, I know you will”.
Cameron knew that his patience was running out. He had days like these everytime she was pregnant. Why should this pregnancy be any different?. House knew that pregnancy would leed to Cameron not going to work with him. House remembered after Joy was born, Cameron didn’t go to work for almost six years. Well she did go to the hospital to see House and her coworkers, but that was all. She didn’t stay up late with him and the team to find out why people were sick.
House: Oh my god! She’s spawning again.
Cameron: Fic!me had better not stay home for six years with this one. You’ll be 70 by the time I go back to work.
Chase: He’s eaten a million pounds of Vicodin. He takes experimental drugs and then counteracts their effects by taking illegal ones.
Wilson: His diet consists of grease, sugar and artificial coloring.
Foreman: And you think he’s going to last until he’s 70? You’d better go back to work right away. You’re going to be the sole wage earner long before the next one is out of diapers.
He gently started playing with her slender fingers. House could feel her wedding ring and he feelt a grin swim onto his face. Cameron could feel House’s wedding ring and she loved the idea of her and him being bonded for the rest of their life. They would have the joy of growing old together and watching their children go to school. They would get to see their grandchildren together and that was all that mattered to Cameron.
Foreman: That should be “their lives.” They don’t share one life.
House: Cameron is 20 years younger than I am. Doesn’t author!jackass realize that, unless she gets hit by a car, I’ll almost definitely die first.
Cameron: Hit by a car. That’s beginning to sound like a good idea.
House: No you don’t. No way you are going to leave fic!me to raise three of them.
Cameron thought they had it good for now. They had bought a house and
House: I think she means that you get divorced because you split your time between oncology and visiting us, meaning Cameron, the kids and me. *grabs wastepaper basket and starts puking*
House: No. I’m okay. It was just the thought of “us” meaning Cameron and me, with or without kids.
Cameron was happy that House didn’t spend that much time at the office. It seemed that their role as a parent were important to them both and House was really trying to be a good father. She knew that she wasn’t the best mother, but she did the best she could and there have been cases of which House was the one that helped her with the children. She was now in her second semester in her pregnancy and her belly was starting to show. It was great to welcome another child into this world. Because she loved being a mother. She often believed that being married to House and being a mother was her destiny. And she didn’t mind that thought a bit, in fact she loved that idea.
House: If you want to be a part-time doctor, you go into dermatology or plastic surgery. With Cameron’s specialty she could treat allergies a couple of days a week. But how do you do diagnostics part-time?
Chase: If you don’t figure out what’s wrong with the patient immediately, I guess you ask them not to get any sicker for a while because you are scheduled to make lunch for your kids the next day so you won’t be in.
House: Okay, but this is supposed to be me. Why would author!ignoramus think that I would put my personal life ahead of finding the diagnosis?
Chase: Beats me.
House: Great, I get to use my cain to something useful. *hits Chase with cane*
House turned his head to face cameron and said in a playfull way “So, wanna help me ruin all of this fun I am having with joining me in the bedroom”. A tiny bit of pink crept into Cameron’s cheeks. House noticed and he felt a odd feeling in his stomach. The kind of feeling he got whenever she would smile or blush. How he was so stupid to actually be so close to losing her, he never knew. But he was happy that she didn’t disappear out of his life for good and that they were bonded for the rest of their life.
Foreman: Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe they do share one life. It has certainly become too boring to stretch to two people.
House: An “odd feeling” in my stomach? Can’t be getting hard, there’s nothing odd about that feeling.
House: That I feel whenever I see Cameron smile or blush? That makes sense.
*Cameron punches House on the arm*
House: Now you remind me of Stacy.
She nodded in agreement, knowing fully well that it was his way of flirting with her. House smirked and raised his head up a bit so that he could capture his lips with her’s.
“Come on my hubby” Cameron got up as she took his hand that wasn’t balancing him with the help of his cane. They walked togheter towards their bedroom and quietly closed and locked the door.
House: And the hell with the patient.
Chapter 3
