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lunschenTitle: The emptiness inside me
Author: Lunschen
Beta: hughville, Thank you so much Laura!!!
Rating: M
Pairings: Hameron (mentions of House/Cuddy, Cameron/Chase)
Summary: Cameron feels empty inside. Can she be saved?
Author note: Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
House was in a good mood; a very, very good mood. He just loved puzzles and he loved Saturdays. A new puzzle on Saturday - just perfect!
But he was in no hurry. First he needed breakfast, but considering the time, lunch would be more suitable.
So after eating defrosted lasagna (stolen from Wilson) and drinking several cups of coffee, his evil plan could start.
SCPA - Step one!
House knew Cameron and he was sure that she still had feelings for him - after all she was his girl. Always had been; always would be. Some things would just never change. But he had to be careful; she wasn´t herself because of the drugs. He didn’t want her to get suspicious so he started rather innocently with a simple call. Good thing she never changed her cell phone number.
House dialed the number and waited and waited and waited. No Cameron on the other line but the damn voicemail picked up. He hated voicemail but what was the alternative? Sighing, he searched for his most pleasant voice and began:
"Hi Cammie! It´s me, your favourite former boss. You know the good looking one with the cane? I’ll give you a hint: My name starts with "H" and ends with "ouse". Got it? I always knew you were a clever girl.
Do you still like monster trucks? I got tickets for next week but Jimmy let me down and Cuddy has nothing suitable to wear. You know slutty dresses and trucks don´t mix. Poor trucks! Getting too distracted.
So I thought about my favourite former cute underling. I always wanted to see you in these hot low-rise jeans. So here´s your chance. Call me back!"
Now there was only one option left: waiting. At least for two hours or so. He wasn´t a patient kind of man.
Cameron tried to blink but her eyes were too heavy and she was too tired to try again. Her mind was spinning and colourful pictures were dancing in front of her eyes. Pictures of her childhood (little Ally playing outside with her beloved dog), pictures of her first husband (Danny laying there, helpless, suffering, dying), pictures of Chase (taking pleasure on her body and not caring about her protests), pictures of House (his crystal eyes boring into her body and soul, telling her how disappointed he was) and then it was all too much. Her body was aching, the pain overtook her and the pictures started to fade away to be replaced by noises she couldn´t understand and assign. Then the darkness came back again and took her away into a peaceful and dreamless slumber.
Cuddy was in hell or so she thought. Everything just went wrong. Wasn´t it enough that she woke up with the worst hangover she ever had? Of course not. After taking some painkillers mixed with coffee, she went to her answering machine and that gave her the rest.
"How could he? That bastard! Jerk!" Yelling this and some other M-rated words, she ran around her living room, waking a now crying Rachel and yelling at the nanny to get her ass out of bed.
Having enough, she took a quick shower, dressed and went to work, hoping for a distraction. She wouldn´t let House win, not this time. She would make him see what he was missing. After all he needed her. She was the one to take his pain away, to make him a better person, to tell him what was wrong and what was right. He needed her and he loved her. She would have him begging her to give him another chance! She would make him see what he missed.
But what happened next left her really speechless. There in front of her lay an unconscious Cameron. Cuddy could do nothing but smirk. She took the report and read: "Allison Cameron, 31, overdose of cocaine mixed with alcohol, suggested suicide, found in forest..."
Cuddy didn´t need to read more. How ironic was that?
Little Miss Perfect lying here because of an overdose? Cuddy couldn´t help but laugh out loud. There was nothing perfect left behind. Allison Cameron was nothing more than a stupid little junkie now, lying there and fighting for her life. No pity needed here. Everyone who thought that this stupid naive girly was prettier or more successful than Cuddy could fuck off. Here was the proof – Cameron was nothing compared to her.
Okay maybe the whole day didn’t suck. Cuddy knew that this was her chance to end a career and she wouldn´t let it slip away. But first Cameron had to get better. After all you can´t destroy a dead woman´s career. Where´s the fun in that? But to fulfill her evil plan secrecy was important. Cuddy remembered the new oncology nurse. Fresh blood was always easier to scare and therefore perfect for her plan.
So she called Linda, the new nurse, and instructed her to keep an eye on Cameron. Nobody else was allowed to know about her and the state she was in. Any news about her health was to be told to Cuddy immediately. Satisfied with her decision, Cuddy went to take a break. After all she needed her strength to make her plan work.
House was tired of waiting. He called Cameron six hours ago; honestly two hours ago but it seemed like more. Why didn’t she call back? After all that was the plan. He calls; she calls back. It was that simple.
Okay it was time for step two, he decided. House took the phone again and step two began.
"Hello, Greg House here. I want to order a bouquet of white lilies"
.......
"Are you kidding? There´s no funeral, it´s for a date"
.....
"I don´t care if this isn´t fitting. I want white lilies and nothing will change my mind. So stop talking and just do it. Do you have stuffed animals, too?"
......
"Good. I want an opossum. They´re cool. Got it?"
.......
"You´re kidding right? Then Google it and I don´t care if you don´t have any. That’s your problem, not mine. Get one or forget it! Now I need a card. Write on it:
Let´s rule the night like the opossums and if it gets too dangerous and hot with me you can always `play possum'. So wanna take the risk, cutie? Call me!
G.H. the master of the night!
Got everything?"
After giving Cameron´s address and Wilson´s credit card number to the "stupid incompetent idiot" House decided to order a pizza (again he used Wilson´s credit card) and called it a night. Hopefully tomorrow the waiting would come to an end.
Sunday noon came and there was still no call from Cameron. House was pissed off but he had still a trump card up his sleeve and now the time had come to play it. He took his phone and called Wilson´s number. Step three.
"Hey, Jimmy. I need you. Meet me tonight at 8 p.m. We´re going "tree-catching"! Trust me and dress in black. More to come!" Cameron could never resist THAT!
Meanwhile Cameron was still struggling with death. Her body ached with pain and horrible dreams were haunting her. She wanted to scream but no sound came out. She was flying between life and death with no way out. It felt like hell.
"Hello, Linda. Any changes?" Faking concern, Cuddy entered Cameron’s room where Linda was sitting in a chair beside the bed, reading a book.
Looking up, Linda answered truthfully, “I am sorry but no. She´s still unconscious but her sleep is very restless. It seems she´s having nightmares the whole time. Sometimes she murmurs single words."
"Oh poor thing! I hope she gets better. It would be a shame to lose such a wonderful person. Do you understand what she’s saying?"
"I hope so, too. She looks so beautiful and sad. It really makes me want to cry. She must have been very desperate. I couldn´t understand everything she said but mostly it sounded like `House' but may be wrong. Oh, and her cell phone was ringing."
Cuddy stood there unable to believe what she heard. Was Cameron still in love with House or did they even...? No it couldn´t be. Regaining her senses, she smiled at Linda.
"You must be tired and hungry. How about taking a break? I’ll keep an eye on our nice patient here. Take your time."
A short nod and a "Thank you" later Cuddy was left alone with Cameron. She watched the sleeping beauty closely. Cameron’s skin was pale, almost white, and blue veins were shining through. Her face seemed tired even in her sleep and her body had no fat on it. It was somehow scary to see her like that but Cuddy didn’t pity her. She thought of House and wondered if there was a connection between her break up with House and Cameron.
Cuddy couldn´t take the uncertainty anymore. She took Cameron’s cell phone and called her voicemail. Hearing House’s voice made her blood boil.
Looking at Cameron with hate filled eyes, she whispered a promise:
"You bitch! I hope you make it because we´re not done here. Wake up soon so I can destroy you and your medical career. You´ll regret the day you were saved. I promise."
Author: Lunschen
Beta: hughville, Thank you so much Laura!!!
Rating: M
Pairings: Hameron (mentions of House/Cuddy, Cameron/Chase)
Summary: Cameron feels empty inside. Can she be saved?
Author note: Chapter 8
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
House was in a good mood; a very, very good mood. He just loved puzzles and he loved Saturdays. A new puzzle on Saturday - just perfect!
But he was in no hurry. First he needed breakfast, but considering the time, lunch would be more suitable.
So after eating defrosted lasagna (stolen from Wilson) and drinking several cups of coffee, his evil plan could start.
SCPA - Step one!
House knew Cameron and he was sure that she still had feelings for him - after all she was his girl. Always had been; always would be. Some things would just never change. But he had to be careful; she wasn´t herself because of the drugs. He didn’t want her to get suspicious so he started rather innocently with a simple call. Good thing she never changed her cell phone number.
House dialed the number and waited and waited and waited. No Cameron on the other line but the damn voicemail picked up. He hated voicemail but what was the alternative? Sighing, he searched for his most pleasant voice and began:
"Hi Cammie! It´s me, your favourite former boss. You know the good looking one with the cane? I’ll give you a hint: My name starts with "H" and ends with "ouse". Got it? I always knew you were a clever girl.
Do you still like monster trucks? I got tickets for next week but Jimmy let me down and Cuddy has nothing suitable to wear. You know slutty dresses and trucks don´t mix. Poor trucks! Getting too distracted.
So I thought about my favourite former cute underling. I always wanted to see you in these hot low-rise jeans. So here´s your chance. Call me back!"
Now there was only one option left: waiting. At least for two hours or so. He wasn´t a patient kind of man.
Cameron tried to blink but her eyes were too heavy and she was too tired to try again. Her mind was spinning and colourful pictures were dancing in front of her eyes. Pictures of her childhood (little Ally playing outside with her beloved dog), pictures of her first husband (Danny laying there, helpless, suffering, dying), pictures of Chase (taking pleasure on her body and not caring about her protests), pictures of House (his crystal eyes boring into her body and soul, telling her how disappointed he was) and then it was all too much. Her body was aching, the pain overtook her and the pictures started to fade away to be replaced by noises she couldn´t understand and assign. Then the darkness came back again and took her away into a peaceful and dreamless slumber.
Cuddy was in hell or so she thought. Everything just went wrong. Wasn´t it enough that she woke up with the worst hangover she ever had? Of course not. After taking some painkillers mixed with coffee, she went to her answering machine and that gave her the rest.
"How could he? That bastard! Jerk!" Yelling this and some other M-rated words, she ran around her living room, waking a now crying Rachel and yelling at the nanny to get her ass out of bed.
Having enough, she took a quick shower, dressed and went to work, hoping for a distraction. She wouldn´t let House win, not this time. She would make him see what he was missing. After all he needed her. She was the one to take his pain away, to make him a better person, to tell him what was wrong and what was right. He needed her and he loved her. She would have him begging her to give him another chance! She would make him see what he missed.
But what happened next left her really speechless. There in front of her lay an unconscious Cameron. Cuddy could do nothing but smirk. She took the report and read: "Allison Cameron, 31, overdose of cocaine mixed with alcohol, suggested suicide, found in forest..."
Cuddy didn´t need to read more. How ironic was that?
Little Miss Perfect lying here because of an overdose? Cuddy couldn´t help but laugh out loud. There was nothing perfect left behind. Allison Cameron was nothing more than a stupid little junkie now, lying there and fighting for her life. No pity needed here. Everyone who thought that this stupid naive girly was prettier or more successful than Cuddy could fuck off. Here was the proof – Cameron was nothing compared to her.
Okay maybe the whole day didn’t suck. Cuddy knew that this was her chance to end a career and she wouldn´t let it slip away. But first Cameron had to get better. After all you can´t destroy a dead woman´s career. Where´s the fun in that? But to fulfill her evil plan secrecy was important. Cuddy remembered the new oncology nurse. Fresh blood was always easier to scare and therefore perfect for her plan.
So she called Linda, the new nurse, and instructed her to keep an eye on Cameron. Nobody else was allowed to know about her and the state she was in. Any news about her health was to be told to Cuddy immediately. Satisfied with her decision, Cuddy went to take a break. After all she needed her strength to make her plan work.
House was tired of waiting. He called Cameron six hours ago; honestly two hours ago but it seemed like more. Why didn’t she call back? After all that was the plan. He calls; she calls back. It was that simple.
Okay it was time for step two, he decided. House took the phone again and step two began.
"Hello, Greg House here. I want to order a bouquet of white lilies"
.......
"Are you kidding? There´s no funeral, it´s for a date"
.....
"I don´t care if this isn´t fitting. I want white lilies and nothing will change my mind. So stop talking and just do it. Do you have stuffed animals, too?"
......
"Good. I want an opossum. They´re cool. Got it?"
.......
"You´re kidding right? Then Google it and I don´t care if you don´t have any. That’s your problem, not mine. Get one or forget it! Now I need a card. Write on it:
Let´s rule the night like the opossums and if it gets too dangerous and hot with me you can always `play possum'. So wanna take the risk, cutie? Call me!
G.H. the master of the night!
Got everything?"
After giving Cameron´s address and Wilson´s credit card number to the "stupid incompetent idiot" House decided to order a pizza (again he used Wilson´s credit card) and called it a night. Hopefully tomorrow the waiting would come to an end.
Sunday noon came and there was still no call from Cameron. House was pissed off but he had still a trump card up his sleeve and now the time had come to play it. He took his phone and called Wilson´s number. Step three.
"Hey, Jimmy. I need you. Meet me tonight at 8 p.m. We´re going "tree-catching"! Trust me and dress in black. More to come!" Cameron could never resist THAT!
Meanwhile Cameron was still struggling with death. Her body ached with pain and horrible dreams were haunting her. She wanted to scream but no sound came out. She was flying between life and death with no way out. It felt like hell.
"Hello, Linda. Any changes?" Faking concern, Cuddy entered Cameron’s room where Linda was sitting in a chair beside the bed, reading a book.
Looking up, Linda answered truthfully, “I am sorry but no. She´s still unconscious but her sleep is very restless. It seems she´s having nightmares the whole time. Sometimes she murmurs single words."
"Oh poor thing! I hope she gets better. It would be a shame to lose such a wonderful person. Do you understand what she’s saying?"
"I hope so, too. She looks so beautiful and sad. It really makes me want to cry. She must have been very desperate. I couldn´t understand everything she said but mostly it sounded like `House' but may be wrong. Oh, and her cell phone was ringing."
Cuddy stood there unable to believe what she heard. Was Cameron still in love with House or did they even...? No it couldn´t be. Regaining her senses, she smiled at Linda.
"You must be tired and hungry. How about taking a break? I’ll keep an eye on our nice patient here. Take your time."
A short nod and a "Thank you" later Cuddy was left alone with Cameron. She watched the sleeping beauty closely. Cameron’s skin was pale, almost white, and blue veins were shining through. Her face seemed tired even in her sleep and her body had no fat on it. It was somehow scary to see her like that but Cuddy didn’t pity her. She thought of House and wondered if there was a connection between her break up with House and Cameron.
Cuddy couldn´t take the uncertainty anymore. She took Cameron’s cell phone and called her voicemail. Hearing House’s voice made her blood boil.
Looking at Cameron with hate filled eyes, she whispered a promise:
"You bitch! I hope you make it because we´re not done here. Wake up soon so I can destroy you and your medical career. You´ll regret the day you were saved. I promise."
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Date: 9 September 2010 09:25 (UTC)no subject
Date: 9 September 2010 09:38 (UTC)Thank you for reading!!!
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Date: 9 September 2010 11:51 (UTC)no subject
Date: 9 September 2010 21:15 (UTC)I love to write about Cuddles-that´s my revange on this stupid TV show.
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Date: 9 September 2010 18:41 (UTC)no subject
Date: 9 September 2010 21:26 (UTC)no subject
Date: 10 September 2010 02:10 (UTC)Gosh I hate cuddy... I LOVEEEE TO HATE HER!
I LOVE TO IMAGINE THINGS HAPPENING TO HER [waaait did I say that outloud? xD]
Please tell me you're posting more soon!!
PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE!!!
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Date: 10 September 2010 07:28 (UTC)How about this: I am posting a new chapter NOW (ok give me 3 minutes)
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Date: 12 September 2010 00:01 (UTC)Then someone said "I love to hate cuddy" ..... I also, in fact I never liked her ....
Poor Cameron because he had to stop just in the hands of the witch!
House will find ,save, recover her and make her happy .... cuddy will suffer more than Cameron is suffering.
Thank you dear, your fic makes my day happier.
(sorry my very pooooooor english)
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Date: 12 September 2010 00:09 (UTC)It makes me happy to make your day happier! Thank you for your comment!
No need to apologize for your English. I am from Germany and so we´re sitting in the same boat when it comes to this language. So glad to have a wonderful beta!