TITLE: Nothing but a Distraction?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own House (unfortunatelly) or any other characters.
SUMMARY: Kind of a 'What if' fic… Just another way for House and Cameron to meet. I'm sure there are hundreds of fics like this but I just feel like writing something like this. Give it a try, please!
A/N – Okay, tried this with a different woman for House but Cameron is the right match for him… right? I'm not sure if the plot is good but give it a try and let me know. Thanks!!
PLEASE REVIEW… so that I know whether I should continue or not. Thanks ;)
Sitting on the couch, House sipped his Scotch. As usual, he was alone at his place and he was enjoying that. Or maybe not? He didn't know. Everything seemed to be wrong in his life… his job, his friendship with Wilson, his solitude. Sure he was able to get rid of those thoughts but he needed a distraction.
Hearing a knock on the door, he got up and limped to the door. That was it… the distraction he was waiting for.
He opened the door and looked at the person standing there. It was a beautiful girl in her mid-twenties with long dark hair and deep green eyes. When she looked up at him, her doe eyes seemed somewhat drawn but he didn't care. She was very beautiful and even though it was a long time he had a hooker at his place, he was quite sure he hadn't seen that girl before. No, she was way too different from the others he had slept with before.
"Hello…" She said timidly.
"Come in…" He replied with lack of interest, yet he couldn't deny there was something about that girl that caught him out off his guard.
She walked silently into his apartment as he closed the door behind them and motioned for her to walk over to the couch. He never let the hookers into his bedroom knowing that the couch would do too. He sat down on it as she was standing there looking absolutely lost. For a moment he thought she wasn't the person he had been waiting for but before he could say something she kneeled and started working on his belt. As she moved closer to him, he took in her fruity scent, which was rather unusual for a hooker. He got used to the cigarette smell and all those cheap perfumes so that was something he found a little strange.
Also watching her shaky hands struggling with his belt and zipper, he narrowed his eyes on her. She seemed very insecure and frightened, which surprised him.
When she finally managed to unbuckle his belt, he grabbed her palms making her look at him.
"What's your name?" He asked.
She looked into his eyes, her hands still covered with his.
"Allison…" She whispered and swallowed hard.
"Uh huh." He let out. "Are you okay?"
She nodded silently and wanted to continue but he still didn't let go off her hands. She looked at him again giving him a quizzical look but he just shook his head.
"Are you sure you know why you're here?" House asked again, his eyes glued to hers.
"Of course…" She answered, her voice trembling.
House let out a sigh of despair and got up lifting her up as well. She kept staring at him in disbelief but he just shook his head.
"Just go home."
"W…what?" She mumbled surprised.
"You've heard. I think you should go." He said grabbing his cane and making his way towards the door. Putting his hand on the door knob, he looked at her again. She was standing there, her eyes filled with tears and that was something he really wasn't interested in. He wanted to be distracted and in a way he was but he was hoping for something more exciting and pleasurable.
"No… you can't… I can't leave." She sobbed lightly. "I…I need the job."
"Why are you doing this?" He asked coming closer to her.
She shrugged and looked on the floor. "I need the job." She repeated.
House smiled lightly and pulled a couple of hundred-dollar bills out of his pocket handing them to her. She looked at the money in surprise and then took a deep breath.
"I can't take it." She said and wiped the tears away from her face.
"Oh c'mon… you can use it as a tissue if you wish. I don't care." He replied.
"No… not until we… I mean I… um.." Once again her eyes filled with tears and she couldn't hold them back. She was helpless and felt embarrassed because of the situation.
"Nah… just take the money and get out of here." He growled, angry to see her cry again. Who in the world was this hooker? A sappy girl unable to deal with her job?
When she noticed the unpleasant tone of his voice she ran past him quickly out of his apartment leaving him there confused.
She didn't even take the money. What the hell was wrong with her?
The very next day House sat back in his office staring into space. He didn't feel neither like playing his Gameboy nor like watching TV. All he was able to bring himself to was thinking of the girl who appeared at his place the previous night.
He couldn't understand why she was acting like that. All the hookers do what they're told and if he had offered the money for jam to them they sure would've taken it. But she didn't.
During his lunchbreak he went for a walk. It was strange he did something like that but ever since Wilson stopped talking to him and he was without the team, House didn't have much to do. Either he would go to the nearby park and watch people or he just walked through the campus. That day he decided for the latter.
The day was beautiful but he didn't care, he was just glad it wasn't raining and so that he could sit down on a bench and relax a little. Rubbing his throbbing thigh he looked around and caught a glimpse of a girl sitting on the opposite bench focused on painting something. She was wearing dark slacks, Converse sneakers and a tie-dyed tank top.
At first he couldn't believe it but most likely that was the Allison girl who was at his place the night before. What was she doing there?
She looked up from the canvas laid on her knees but before concentrating on the fountain she was painting she glanced around. However, her glance stopped when she noticed House, a panic expression spreading all over her face. They looked into each other's eyes for a while before she packed all her stuff leaving the place quickly.
Deep inside, he wanted to stop her but he decided against that knowing it would be a silly thing to do. Why the hell would he care about her? He didn't even know her.
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