Hi, people. Ok, so this is my first story ...ever. So PLEASE be kind. But constuctive critizm is always welcome.
I dont own House...maybe i can get him for chistmas..hey, i can dream.
so enjoy reading ...here goes nothing...
It Started in the Lobby
House sat in his chair at his desk. The Who is blaring off his ipod speakers while he rests his feet upon his desk. He looked more…rugged than usual. There were dark circles under his eyes, along with them being blood shot,making his normally striking blue eyes less intense. Of course, he would just blame it on the lack of sleep and his bestest buddy vicodin. His shirt was more wrinkled than usual and his hair was messier. Over all he looked like crap. That's of course according to Wilson. It could have something to do with the current happenings, but of course he would deny it.
House couldn't believe it. He fired them. He fired them all. Every single one of the candidates. Except Foreman. Cuddy would just clinic duty his ass and hire him back if he even tried. House just couldn't take it. They were all idiots. Well, they were in his mind anyway. He can run the department without them beckering with each other and kissing his ass. He just couldn't hand people anymore. Besides, House soon realized they were all just replacements for his old team. Especially number thirteen. She was nothing, but a cheap imitation of Cameron. Cameron. God, she tortures him. Her little smirks and that blonde hookerish hair. Before House could continue is train of thought Cuddy came barging in.
"House!" Cuddy's face was in her usual angry/annoyed formation when she had these conversations.
"What did I do now," House asked annoyance clearly written on his face, he did not have the energy or enough vicodin to deal with this right now,"I haven't insulted any patients, I did 3 hours of clinic duty and I just finished with another case! What could you possibly want?!?"
Cuddy sighed and looked almost... sympathetic? Cuddy never looked at him like that unless he was either detoxing or "dying".
Oh God, he thought, what happened?
"You might want to go down to the lobby." And with that she left his office, the click of her heels sounding in the hall.
Confused House thought he might as well see what was going on. It was more for curiosity than anything. He had no idea what could be happening. It was the end of the day and everyone has gone home by now to their perfect little lives in their perfect little homes. His curiosity was soon satisfied. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator he heard yelling.
"What do you want from me Allison?!" House immidately saw a screaming Chase with a flushed face and his magnificent hair all tousled about.
"Chase, don't do this here," Cameron asked quietly. She was looking Chase directly in the eye her face was almost pleading.
"No! I'm going to ask it here and now! And since when did you go back to formalities ?What happened to calling me Robert?" Chase was so angry now he looked as if he didn't know what to do with himself. That's not new, House thought.
"Fine Robert," Cameron said her face so cold and void of emotion it could scare any man out of his wits.Even House was a little frightened. "Let's talk. Right here. In front of the entire hospital."
This didn't seem to faze Chase. He was never good at taking a hint anyway. He just persisted to glare at her and anticipate an answer.
House just stood in a corner watching the whole exchange. He had no idea what was going on, but he sure as hell was going to stick around and find out. Maybe….maybe he had a chance. Maybe Cameron would come back to him. House quickly shook such an irrational thought as he heard them continue.
"I proposed and you said no," Chase said, clearly still angry.
"Well, if I said yes we wouldn't be having this conversation." Cameron quickly responded and reinforced her response by crossing her arms and clenching.
Wow, House thought, I'm rubbing off on her. Oh come on Cameron not with the clenching.
"Why? Why would you say no? Is it because of him," he spit out the last word like a curse.His face went into an unflattering scowl and his hands clenched into fists. Cameron has enver seen him this tense before. It scared her.
"Who are you talking about Chase?" Cameron was genuinely confused.
"Oh you know who! House! It's always been House! You've been in love with him from the second you met him! I'm just a replacement. The truth is you're just like him! You used me to ignore your bitterness and loneliness! When I try to talk about emotions you push me aside like an unwanted toy! What do I have to do Allison? How can I make you love me?" Chase was now in a state of desperation. He held Cameron firmly on the shoulders and was shocked at her expression as he gazed at her with hopeful eyes and she returned his gaze with an empty glare. It was cold, unmoving, it was the exact look that House would have had. His hope was shattered. He would never have her. She belonged to House. Nothing could ever change that.
Those were her words as she walked out of the hospital to her car, to her home and a large glass of wine. If only I had vicodin and a piano, she thought to herself. The trace of a smirk graced her lips as she got in the car.
So there you have it. Good? Bad? let me know if i should continue or go with a new idea thanks