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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 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
The day went by fast and House found himself waiting for Wilson. He changed his clothes and now wore black jeans and a simple black shirt. Impatiently he watched the clock. Wilson better be on time because tonight was the night and step three couldn´t wait until tomorrow.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Sighing, House grabbed his cane and limped to open the door. Instead of letting Wilson in, he left his apartment and told a dumbfounded Wilson to follow him.
"House, what´s going on? Where are we going and why did I have to dress black?" Wilson asked.
"For heaven´s sake can´t you just shut up for once? You´ll see where we headed so stop crying!"
Wilson shook his head and wondered if they would end up in jail once the day was over. After all, he never knew with House. Sighing, he followed House to his parking space and had to blink twice when he saw House´s car.
"Um, House? What is the luggage rack doing on your car?"
House rolled his eyes.
"Sleeping of course. What else? So be quiet! He gets grumpy when waking up!"
"Sounds like someone I know," murmured Wilson as he got in the car.
After driving for fifteen minutes, House parked his car at the edge of the forest and got out.
"Get out Jimmy and breathe in the fresh air!"
Wilson got out slowly and looked around. What the hell did House want in the forest? Shaking his head, he asked:
"Okay, House. Stop fucking around with me and tell me what´s going on. What are we doing here at night in the middle of a forest?"
But House didn´t even seem to listen. Instead he looked around like he was searching for something. "Which of you cuties is a birch? Wilson, for the last time shut up and help me pick a nice little birch. "
"Why do you need a birch? House, what is going on?" Wilson asked. Nonetheless he helped his friend and soon they found a nice birch standing near the car.
"It´s perfect! I need one for my squirrel-breeding. You know the nice little animals need something to play with." Seeing Wilson was getting more frustrated with every second that passed, he added: "I’ll give you a hint. Today´s April 30. More explanations to come if you help me. So please get the saw from the trunk and help me to get our new friend on the car."
While Wilson cut down the tree, House couldn´t stop ordering him around.
"Jimmy, you have to start on the other side."
"Wilson, you should be more careful, what if you kill me? Think about all the dying people I wouldn’t be able to rescue then."
"You know you look so funny lying on the ground. I should have brought my camera with me.”
The sky was dark when Wilson tied the tree to the luggage rack. Meanwhile, House sat on the car because "his leg needed a rest after all this hard work".
The drive to Cameron´s apartment was a slow and exhausting one because the tree bound to the top of the car was too large and whenever the wind blew (of course it was a stormy night) some branches were swinging right in front of the windscreen.
Wilson felt like he was going to explode. This was the stupidest thing House had ever done. He just hoped they would reach Cameron´s apartment alive and wouldn´t meet the police along the way. Maybe being in jail wouldn’t be so bad since he still had no idea why House needed this stupid tree and what Cameron had to do with it.
Reaching the dark apartment, Wilson parked near Cameron´s terrace and went out to take the tree from the top of the car.
"So what now, Dr. Genius?" Wilson looked from the birch to House who was taking a bag from his trunk.
"Now, Dr. Half-wit, we’re gonna play Christmas. So take these garlands and the crepe paper out and let´s decorate the tree."
While Wilson stood there, looking shocked House took a pair of scissors and began to cut the colourful crepe paper into strips which he bound to the branches. After regaining his senses, Wilson went over to House and helped him until every strip was bound to the tree and waving in the wind. Then they took the garlands and attached them, too.
House was grinning like a small child. "I saved the best for last!" As he said this he took a white cloth on which he had written a note and attached it to the top of the tree.
A lesson about foreign traditions after monster trucks. Call me! G.H.
"Look, Jimmy, we´re almost done! Now all you have to do is to fix our beauty here because a fallen tree is so uncool! So, go on, Wilson, and attach it at the gutter so that Cameron will see it when she gets home. I’m standing here watching to make sure that you do it right."
Wilson was too tired to object and started to work. After fifteen minutes, a few scratches and one bruise later an even more exhausted Wilson went to House and sat down beside him.
"So I think you owe me an explanation. So what is it with Cameron and this tree?"
House rolled his eyes but it was too dark to see it.
"A birch, Wilson. A birch is not a tree. Stop insulting it! More precisely it’s a Maypole. It´s a tradition in Germany, or rather south Germany and in Austria, that men decorate a maypole on the night of May 1 under the window or balcony of the girl they like. Oh, stop grinning because it´s not what you think! Once and for all, I don´t like Cameron! Clear?"
Wilson just couldn´t stop grinning, not that he wanted to.
"Crystal clear! You and Cameron - never!" Now Wilson was laughing out loud and House couldn´t stop groaning.
"You´re such an idiot, Wilson! I don´t even like her!"
Wilson watched House smugly and replied:
"Well why are you doing all this then, Casanova?"
House looked really annoyed now.
"She´s my new puzzle and nothing more! I met her at the fundraiser and she was a mess. Dangerously skinny, dead eyes and she looked just... I don´t know... lost. She´s not herself anymore and I bet she was high. See, that´s why I created SCPA."
Wilson looked shocked as hell. He always liked Cameron and cared about her. Deep inside he always hoped that she and House would be together one day.
"Oh no, poor Cameron. But what is SCPA and why are you doing all this? Sorry, I just don’t understand."
House rolled his eyes. "I always knew you weren´t the smart one here. SCPA means `Save Cameron´s pretty ass' - my new project and I am doing it to get her attention. A date is a wonderful way to figure a person out and Cammy was never good at lying. So easy game here."
Wilson grinned. House didn’t care about Cameron? Right. Who was he fooling anyway?
Provocatively, he said, "So Cameron is a junkie. Very interesting."
House stood up angry: "She´s not a junkie! Stop saying that shit! She´s a person with problems. I should know how it feels or did you forget about the Vicodin? It really sucks so stop it. By the way, are you still taking antidepressants?"
"Okay, okay, I get it! Sorry! I didn´t meant it like that."
Grinning, he thought: "My, my, House. You´re so in trouble." Wilson always knew that House was always very protective when it came to Cameron. He caught his friend often enough referring to her as "his Cameron". He just hoped that he could really help her.
His thoughts were interrupted when his buzzer went off. "Damn, I’m on call and need to get to the hospital. We´re taking your car and afterwards I’ll call a cab and I don´t want to hear any protests. Let´s go, House!"
Of course House protested, but he got Wilson to the hospital and went home afterwards to get some sleep.
Hope this chapter wasn´t too boring.
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 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
The day went by fast and House found himself waiting for Wilson. He changed his clothes and now wore black jeans and a simple black shirt. Impatiently he watched the clock. Wilson better be on time because tonight was the night and step three couldn´t wait until tomorrow.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Sighing, House grabbed his cane and limped to open the door. Instead of letting Wilson in, he left his apartment and told a dumbfounded Wilson to follow him.
"House, what´s going on? Where are we going and why did I have to dress black?" Wilson asked.
"For heaven´s sake can´t you just shut up for once? You´ll see where we headed so stop crying!"
Wilson shook his head and wondered if they would end up in jail once the day was over. After all, he never knew with House. Sighing, he followed House to his parking space and had to blink twice when he saw House´s car.
"Um, House? What is the luggage rack doing on your car?"
House rolled his eyes.
"Sleeping of course. What else? So be quiet! He gets grumpy when waking up!"
"Sounds like someone I know," murmured Wilson as he got in the car.
After driving for fifteen minutes, House parked his car at the edge of the forest and got out.
"Get out Jimmy and breathe in the fresh air!"
Wilson got out slowly and looked around. What the hell did House want in the forest? Shaking his head, he asked:
"Okay, House. Stop fucking around with me and tell me what´s going on. What are we doing here at night in the middle of a forest?"
But House didn´t even seem to listen. Instead he looked around like he was searching for something. "Which of you cuties is a birch? Wilson, for the last time shut up and help me pick a nice little birch. "
"Why do you need a birch? House, what is going on?" Wilson asked. Nonetheless he helped his friend and soon they found a nice birch standing near the car.
"It´s perfect! I need one for my squirrel-breeding. You know the nice little animals need something to play with." Seeing Wilson was getting more frustrated with every second that passed, he added: "I’ll give you a hint. Today´s April 30. More explanations to come if you help me. So please get the saw from the trunk and help me to get our new friend on the car."
While Wilson cut down the tree, House couldn´t stop ordering him around.
"Jimmy, you have to start on the other side."
"Wilson, you should be more careful, what if you kill me? Think about all the dying people I wouldn’t be able to rescue then."
"You know you look so funny lying on the ground. I should have brought my camera with me.”
The sky was dark when Wilson tied the tree to the luggage rack. Meanwhile, House sat on the car because "his leg needed a rest after all this hard work".
The drive to Cameron´s apartment was a slow and exhausting one because the tree bound to the top of the car was too large and whenever the wind blew (of course it was a stormy night) some branches were swinging right in front of the windscreen.
Wilson felt like he was going to explode. This was the stupidest thing House had ever done. He just hoped they would reach Cameron´s apartment alive and wouldn´t meet the police along the way. Maybe being in jail wouldn’t be so bad since he still had no idea why House needed this stupid tree and what Cameron had to do with it.
Reaching the dark apartment, Wilson parked near Cameron´s terrace and went out to take the tree from the top of the car.
"So what now, Dr. Genius?" Wilson looked from the birch to House who was taking a bag from his trunk.
"Now, Dr. Half-wit, we’re gonna play Christmas. So take these garlands and the crepe paper out and let´s decorate the tree."
While Wilson stood there, looking shocked House took a pair of scissors and began to cut the colourful crepe paper into strips which he bound to the branches. After regaining his senses, Wilson went over to House and helped him until every strip was bound to the tree and waving in the wind. Then they took the garlands and attached them, too.
House was grinning like a small child. "I saved the best for last!" As he said this he took a white cloth on which he had written a note and attached it to the top of the tree.
A lesson about foreign traditions after monster trucks. Call me! G.H.
"Look, Jimmy, we´re almost done! Now all you have to do is to fix our beauty here because a fallen tree is so uncool! So, go on, Wilson, and attach it at the gutter so that Cameron will see it when she gets home. I’m standing here watching to make sure that you do it right."
Wilson was too tired to object and started to work. After fifteen minutes, a few scratches and one bruise later an even more exhausted Wilson went to House and sat down beside him.
"So I think you owe me an explanation. So what is it with Cameron and this tree?"
House rolled his eyes but it was too dark to see it.
"A birch, Wilson. A birch is not a tree. Stop insulting it! More precisely it’s a Maypole. It´s a tradition in Germany, or rather south Germany and in Austria, that men decorate a maypole on the night of May 1 under the window or balcony of the girl they like. Oh, stop grinning because it´s not what you think! Once and for all, I don´t like Cameron! Clear?"
Wilson just couldn´t stop grinning, not that he wanted to.
"Crystal clear! You and Cameron - never!" Now Wilson was laughing out loud and House couldn´t stop groaning.
"You´re such an idiot, Wilson! I don´t even like her!"
Wilson watched House smugly and replied:
"Well why are you doing all this then, Casanova?"
House looked really annoyed now.
"She´s my new puzzle and nothing more! I met her at the fundraiser and she was a mess. Dangerously skinny, dead eyes and she looked just... I don´t know... lost. She´s not herself anymore and I bet she was high. See, that´s why I created SCPA."
Wilson looked shocked as hell. He always liked Cameron and cared about her. Deep inside he always hoped that she and House would be together one day.
"Oh no, poor Cameron. But what is SCPA and why are you doing all this? Sorry, I just don’t understand."
House rolled his eyes. "I always knew you weren´t the smart one here. SCPA means `Save Cameron´s pretty ass' - my new project and I am doing it to get her attention. A date is a wonderful way to figure a person out and Cammy was never good at lying. So easy game here."
Wilson grinned. House didn’t care about Cameron? Right. Who was he fooling anyway?
Provocatively, he said, "So Cameron is a junkie. Very interesting."
House stood up angry: "She´s not a junkie! Stop saying that shit! She´s a person with problems. I should know how it feels or did you forget about the Vicodin? It really sucks so stop it. By the way, are you still taking antidepressants?"
"Okay, okay, I get it! Sorry! I didn´t meant it like that."
Grinning, he thought: "My, my, House. You´re so in trouble." Wilson always knew that House was always very protective when it came to Cameron. He caught his friend often enough referring to her as "his Cameron". He just hoped that he could really help her.
His thoughts were interrupted when his buzzer went off. "Damn, I’m on call and need to get to the hospital. We´re taking your car and afterwards I’ll call a cab and I don´t want to hear any protests. Let´s go, House!"
Of course House protested, but he got Wilson to the hospital and went home afterwards to get some sleep.
Hope this chapter wasn´t too boring.
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Date: 10 September 2010 09:10 (UTC)no subject
Date: 10 September 2010 17:20 (UTC)Well, House admitting his real motives - doesn´t sound like House but you´ll never know what happens in the future ^^
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Date: 11 September 2010 02:49 (UTC)Sorry.. I get all EMOTIONAL when I like a fic.. ♥
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Date: 11 September 2010 10:03 (UTC)He will find out but good things take time
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Date: 11 September 2010 04:30 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 September 2010 10:05 (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 12 September 2010 00:20 (UTC)Oh please dont kill us with this suspense!
When House find Cameron? Poor Cameron, in the hands of the witch she not have a chance !!!!!
Sorry, i'm a compulsive boring, but .... when have more?
Kisses!
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Date: 12 September 2010 00:37 (UTC)*kisses and hugs*
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Date: 17 September 2010 10:13 (UTC)no subject
Date: 18 September 2010 19:31 (UTC)Yeah Cam and House will cum good ahm what I mean is there will be good times for Hameron ^^
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Date: 18 September 2010 19:43 (UTC)sure they will cum* :-D
ok....you plan romantic or kinky ( i want to be prepared)
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Date: 18 September 2010 19:58 (UTC)no subject
Date: 18 September 2010 20:03 (UTC)i mean it's a drama story but i really laughed a little with the stuff that is happening.
you plan to update soon? cause i can't wait.
i really need a dose of hameron and hunnifer mature fic.
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Date: 18 September 2010 20:17 (UTC)no subject
Date: 18 September 2010 20:22 (UTC)but you din't answered my question are you going to update soon?
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Date: 18 September 2010 20:28 (UTC)Poor you! I can understand how you feel! I would cry, too and that´s why I don´t even want to watch any trailer. I have given up hope a long time ago :-(
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Date: 18 September 2010 20:39 (UTC)i know but it felt so good because i felt like....my spirit was traveling to all of you and collecting somehow your feelings and....and i don't know i felt stronger that ever and made my recent video.
it was an incretible feeling!!!
i still believe and i won't give up so easy cause i am really strong inside me and the reason is that i got through many things in my life and....but to be honest i have the "teamwork" on my computer but i am so coward to watch it!!!
yeah....its sad cause i was even loosing my vacations to watch this f**ed up show to expect some hameron moments