TITLE- See You Tomorrow
SYNOPSIS-. You shut her down, and she's only trying to help you.
DISCLAIMER- Everyone knows it's not mine… but I can dream, right?
"Why do you keep doing that?" Wilson asks, watching Cameron's retreating back.
"Doing what? I can't help it, staring at her cleavage helps me think." House limps towards his office and James rolls his eyes and follows.
"You know what I mean. You shut her down, and she's only trying to help you."
"I don't need any help."
"Ah, yeah, you do. No matter how much you think you don't."
House turns to James, his face fierce and indignant. "I do not need any help."
"If you're so keen for someone to hook up with her, why don't you?"
"Maybe I will."
James walks away and House pulls a childish face.
When there is knocking at her door, she knows who it is, even though he has tried to mask his appearance by knocking with his hand. She opens the door and gives him a pointed look. He looks uncomfortable that she knew it was him.
"Hi," he greets her.
She says nothing, just opens the door to let him in. He nods as he passes and stands awkwardly in the middle of her apartment. They are silent as Cameron prepares him a drink and hands it to him. Rushing him would prove fruitless; no-one rushes Gregory House. She knows him well. Another fact he is uncomfortable with.
He is tempted to be stand around silently and then leave, just to see her reaction, but he is at a disadvantage. This is her turf, and she is in control.
He drags the words from his mouth. "Wilson thinks I need help."
She nods and clasps her hands in her lap.
"Do you think I need help?" he asks, eyes probing.
She tilts her head, choosing her words carefully. "I think you think you don't need anything."
Crap. This is not how it's supposed to go. She's supposed to get emotional and girly so that he has an excuse to leave. He sneers and attempts to twist her words.
"Trying to categorise me again? We've been through this, Cameron."
She shrugs. "You asked me what I thought."
"Huh…" He had forgotten about that… and now it is his turn to talk again.
She surprises him when she sighs. "Why did you come here, House? Give me the filtered, sarcasm-free version."
He considers, tilting his head. Why had he come? What did he want? The truth, when it hits him, is extremely weird. He feels he has to downplay it.
"I want… to apologise," he mumbles.
"Okay. For what?"
She's making him spell it out. She is one of the only people alive with the ability to torture him.
"For… the stuff I've been… you know…" He looks into her eyes and sees nothing – no expectations, no hope – and for that he is grateful. But then he looks down further and sees she is clenching. He begins to clench also.
"Fine. Apology accepted. Was there anything else?"
He wills himself to say no, and to leave, but he just can't—
"Okay." She doesn't even raise an eyebrow. "What's up?"
So many answers, several of them bitingly sarcastic, could be given to that question. But none of them are the answers he wants. He is acting on impulse when he takes two quick steps towards her and gathers her in a hug, burying his head in her hair. She responds immediately and wraps her small arms around him. When he pulls away she smiles.
"See you tomorrow," she says confidently.
He nods and leaves.