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dominique012 ([personal profile] dominique012) wrote2008-09-02 10:39 am
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house fic: distance [1/1]

Rating: G
Words: 1285
Spoilers: S1 eps again. Date issues. I just can't get out of there. *g* mentions the events of 1x19 Kids, 1x20 Love Hurts
Summary: AU goings on after The Date, as Cameron tries to keep her distance.
Notes:
+ [community profile] house_cameron ficathon entry for [personal profile] mem_vermelha who wanted a mockable purple mug, an honest conversation, and a park bench. And no babies, Cameron/Chase, or marriage. I hope you enjoy! :)



She stood at the counter, at first staring blankly and then caught between confusion and fascinated horror.

Allison: Noble kind; of the noble sort.

The shiny, diagonal gold script was scrawled across a mug of the most hideously, incandescently garish purple Cameron had ever seen. And it held pride of place at the front of all the coffee mugs in the Diagnostics kitchen.

She pushed back a strand of hair and warily reached for it. It was like some mysterious interloper, attempting to ally itself using her name.

Chase shuffled in, dumping his bag on the table and then walking over to join her. "Hey."

He grinned, eyeing the mug. "'Whoa. That's – " His gaze shifted from the shiny gold lettering to her horrified face. He laughed. "That's really ugly."

She knew it was hopeless, but said anyway, "It's not mine!"

He smirked. "It's…got your name on it."

She shook her head. "Do you really think I'd bring something like this here?"

He shrugged and reached for a plain red mug, still smiling. "I'll just stick to one of these."

She replaced it on the shelf, also grabbing a red mug. Teabag. Water. Confusion. It was some kind of inane, irritating joke.

House walked in, slapping a file down on the table. "Liver failure, anyone?"

+++

She pushed a hand through her hair and stifled a yawn. Looked up from her desk to see House limp out of his darkened office.

He paused at her doorway. "Who are you trying to impress?"

Cameron smiled tightly. "I offered to do an extra seminar during the immunology conference."

He raised his brows loftily. "Ah. That's very…noble…of you." He turned, only just hiding a smirk.

She rolled her eyes. "It's your stupid mug, isn't it?"

"It's got your name on it, Allison." Walking away.

"Whatever you say, Greg."

She watched him leave, determined not to ask, even inwardly, Why?

As she looked back down at her desk, her mind compulsively slid back seven days, to sitting across from him at dinner, hollow and confused and frozen.

She struggled to quell the lurch in her stomach – an incredulous, regret/stupidity combination with an annoyingly persistent side of whybringacorsage?

It felt sickeningly familiar now; days of ruminating and determined forgetting had left her feeling bruised, squashed inside. She slowly squeezed a page of scribbled notes in one fist.

Scanning the seminar papers, she decided to rewrite the first few pages. Auto-immune diseases, bored doctors.

A new strategy. Distance.

No coffee mugs, no corsages.

+++

She was sitting at the meeting table, picking at her sandwich when Chase and Foreman hurried in, both wearing wide grins.

She smiled warily. "Hey, you crazy kids."

Foreman shook his head as Chase threw a quick glance behind himself. "House is on his way."

Cameron cocked her head. "And that's amusing, because..?"

Chase flopped down in the chair beside her. "Some clinic patient bit him." He chortled. "She got sick of his 'constant, filthy tirade.'"

She bit her lip in spite of herself. "Was…it serious?"

Foreman snorted. "He's fine. But pissed."

The door burst open and he walked in, eyes narrow and dark, shadowed jawline sharp. She pressed her lips together, pulling her gaze to the table and then rapidly scanning the rest of him.

His left hand was bandaged. Her eyes rested there for a moment, before she turned back to her lunch. Chase was looking benignly around the room, as Foreman fiddled with his pen, still grinning.

House looked stonily at her. "What? No concern? No questions?"

That’s right.

She shrugged. "You were bitten by a patient? You seem to be surviving."

His eyes widened. "Oh, I’m sorry. I was expecting earnest, compassionate, over-empathizing Cameron."

She nodded slowly. "Right. Leave a message, House."

She met his mocking, doubtful expression steadily. Distance maintained.

+++

Leaves crunched under her boots as she walked briskly across the hospital grounds. She lifted her chin slightly to meet a wisp of cool air; welcome relief after the close, numbing crowd of the conference.

She sank down gratefully on a park bench, taking out a bottle of water for a long drink.

"You look terrible."

She lowered the bottle, but didn't bother to look up. It was funny how these little lines didn't register surprise in her anymore, let alone tempt her to bite. Somehow, he was always just there, pushing. It was their thing. Or used to be.

House continued, "All those immunologists in one place, it's gotta be bad for your health."

She leisurely surveyed the dappled grass around her, before looking coolly and silently up at him.

He shuffled around on the spot for a moment, and she took momentary pleasure in seeing him even slightly perturbed. Her gaze rested on his bandaged hand.

"Don't worry," he reassured her. "It's feeling much better."

She inclined her head.

"And yet," he mused, "She doesn't care."

She doesn't care.

"House." Her voice was strained. "What do you want?"

He shrugged. "Nothing. I'm interested…in this cool, detached regime you seem to have developed in the last week."

She exhaled. Of course. His curiosity. She looked at him squarely before speaking, formulating the right response, until a sudden wash of weariness gave way to unexpected honesty.

"I'm moving on. Keeping busy." She looked away for moment, blankly staring at chipped paint on the bench. "I made a mistake."

He walked closer to the bench. "Mind if I sit down? I’m a cripple you know."

"I'll say." Barely a murmur, but he threw her a sidelong grimace anyway. She moved over.

They were silent, and she felt the acute strangeness of sitting with him on a park bench, facing a sunny, tree-filled aspect. It felt peaceful and so…wrong.

She glanced down, noticing his bandaged hand, fingers exposed, resting on the bench inches from her leg.

"So." He didn't look at her, but grinned a little. "You really didn't like the mug?"

She closed her eyes for a second, unsure whether to smile or not.

"House. It's the ugliest mug I've ever seen." She turned to face him, still not asking him why.

He rolled his eyes. "It was there, in the gift shop. Your name is Allison. It was just a way to…I just wanted to… I just thought of you." He fidgeted for a moment and then turned to look into her eyes. "Although, really I was expecting it to say 'Determined' or…'Hopeful'."

She nodded, with a whispered "Yeah."

She looked back down at the bench, at his fingers sticking up above the bandage. Insanely, without thinking, or distance, or caution, she covered the back of his hand with hers, her fingers moving slowly over the soft bandage to reach his fingertips. She stopped, feeling the warmth of his skin.

He froze. It occurred to her that he probably didn’t want to hurt his hand more by moving it away. She stole a glance at his face.

He was staring at her hand, a puzzled frown over bright blue eyes, his lips apart. He seemed paralyzed, and she couldn't discern him breathing. He didn't move, but finally said, "…or Brave'".

He looked at her then, and the distance she'd been cultivating seemed to collapse into the size of half a park bench. Nothing felt right, everything was alien; but the bruised feeling was gone.

"I have to head back." Although really, what chance did the conference stand now?

He nodded, his eyes following her hand as she slowly let go of his and reached for her bag.

"Sure. Have fun. I'll see you later for real work"

As she walked across the grass, she glanced back at him. He looked up from his hand to meet her gaze as she walked away.

end

[personal profile] athousandsmiles 2008-09-02 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Very nice. I like post date stories, and I especially like them when Cameron is strong, and this one fits the bill very well.

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks! Strong Cameron is fun and I'm really happy you enjoyed. :)

[identity profile] sharp2799.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Brave....

Wow. This packs a good punch!

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Hee, thanks! :D Glad you liked!

[identity profile] jesmel.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, season one. Good times! lol

an annoyingly persistent side of whybringacorsage?

I have puzzled over that for years and can I just say how much I love that he did?

Very nice.

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
I know! Still my favorite I think...:D

I loved it too. It always stuck with me...so I make it stick with her too! :P

Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it :)
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[identity profile] wicked-4-tw.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Ohhhh, that's gorgeous

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks babe. I'm really happy you liked it. :)

[identity profile] nicole9514.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
oh i loved that :) great fic hon :) I could hear the characters voices :)

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you, babe!! I'm so glad it rang true and you enjoyed it. :)

[identity profile] autumnfairytale.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
That was just lovely. Very well written and wonderfully in character. I really needed that after the crappy spoilers I read today. Great work! :)

~Teresa

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you - really appreciate the lovely comment, and I'm v. happy you liked it! :)

[identity profile] enots.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I just love your House stories. They say so much without saying it too obviously. I just adore the subtle dynamics of their relationship that you've drawn here, something you capture perfectly and with great skill - it read like a forgotten scene. And if a story can somehow wipe out my memory of season four, then it deserves high praise. I sometimes find it difficult to go back to Season 1, but this? I was there instantly and I didn't want to leave.

Some favourite bits:

She replaced it on the shelf, also grabbing a red mug. Teabag. Water. Confusion. It was some kind of inane, irritating joke.

House walked in, slapping a file down on the table. "Liver failure, anyone?"


She looked back down at the bench, at his fingers sticking up above the bandage. Insanely, without thinking, or distance, or caution, she covered the back of his hand with hers, her fingers moving slowly over the soft bandage to reach his fingertips. She stopped, feeling the warmth of his skin.

He froze. It occurred to her that he probably didn’t want to hurt his hand more by moving it away. She stole a glance at his face.

He was staring at her hand, a puzzled frown over bright blue eyes, his lips apart. He seemed paralyzed, and she couldn't discern him breathing. He didn't move, but finally said, "…or Brave'".

He looked at her then, and the distance she'd been cultivating seemed to collapse into the size of half a park bench. Nothing felt right, everything was alien; but the bruised feeling was gone.


and one more, a fantastic line:
She struggled to quell the lurch in her stomach – an incredulous, regret/stupidity combination with an annoyingly persistent side of whybringacorsage?

*mems*

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much for such a wonderful comment! I'm thrilled that it was convincing for you and that you enjoyed. :D Also, I do intend to actually write some s4 fic (or something beyond s1 at least) I just have to get motivated! :P

[identity profile] pandorashollow.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
The story is really beautiful, love Cameron's characterization.
What I'd give to see a patient bite him :D

The end is just beautiful, something like that was really possible in season one, especially the way House reacts.

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it

(I know...it was too fun thinking of him all annoyed that some random patient decided to give some back!)

I'm happy it rang true for you, thanks for reading!

[identity profile] 2tailswaggin.livejournal.com 2008-09-02 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Very nice! I don't get out much and this is the firist season one post-date fic I've read...and loved it!

She struggled to quell the lurch in her stomach – an incredulous, regret/stupidity combination with an annoyingly persistent side of whybringacorsage?

Poor Cameron...I've been puzzled about this for 4 years...I'd love to know what was going through his head when he bought that....AND followed through giving it to her. Ah...those were the days...

Anyway...very well done and your writing is so clear and easy to read.

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-03 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you! I'm so happy you liked.

I know!! The corsage plagues me. I loved that he bought it (and his face when showing Wilson!!) and so I like to plague Cameron with it too. :P I like to think he didn't have to buy it for her, but he did...for a reason.

Thanks for reading and commenting :)
[I really like your icon, btw.]

[identity profile] damaged-hearts.livejournal.com 2008-09-03 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Aww lovely fic and lovely characterization :)

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-04 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks! So glad you liked. Thanks for the comment :)

[identity profile] mute-mime.livejournal.com 2008-09-03 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah! I love Strong Cameron so much.

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-04 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
:D Yes, me too! Thanks for reading :)

[identity profile] mabe85.livejournal.com 2008-09-06 12:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I really like this. Love snarky, feisty Cameron:
"It's got your name on it, Allison." Walking away.
"Whatever you say, Greg."


Somehow this fic reminds me of the time when I once flipped through a name-meanings book in a bookstore just to see what "Allison" and "Cameron" meant. I'm such an obsessive fangirl! :D

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-08 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed!

And exactly! It was fun checking the names. I checked Gregory too, just in case it might be useful! Obsessive fangirling is really the best kind anyway :P

[identity profile] magsyb.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
I love that House was the one that bought her the mug, as if to try to smooth things over with her while still trying to keep that wall up... And this part:

She looked back down at the bench, at his fingers sticking up above the bandage. Insanely, without thinking, or distance, or caution, she covered the back of his hand with hers, her fingers moving slowly over the soft bandage to reach his fingertips. She stopped, feeling the warmth of his skin.

He froze. It occurred to her that he probably didn’t want to hurt his hand more by moving it away. She stole a glance at his face.

He was staring at her hand, a puzzled frown over bright blue eyes, his lips apart. He seemed paralyzed, and she couldn't discern him breathing. He didn't move, but finally said, "…or Brave'".


Those few small paragraphs seemed to embody their relationship in the first season, and how they both related to each other. Oh, how I wish Cameron just took Chase's advice first season and jumped House... sigh.

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-09-09 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
I'm really happy you liked that about the mug...I love that idea of him trying to maintain a connection with her in his own weird, stunted way!

Thank you :) I'm happy that it resonated with you. I loved their early r'ship..And I know, why didn't she! It's all up to fic now! :P

Thanks for reading and commenting. :)

[identity profile] mem-vermelha.livejournal.com 2008-11-05 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. Leave a message, House."

I LOVE the muggle, but I love even more when Cameron talks back. And it's very House to get something like that for her.

Or Brave... I was almost screaming so they would kiss. You're such a tease! lol

I just loved what you wrote! I couldn't have wished anything better.

*still laughing about the muggle*

Great work! I really really loved!

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2008-11-06 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
I was almost screaming so they would kiss. You're such a tease! lol

I know! One day...[although I have to say, I'll probably stay with my head in the sand in S1 forever!]

I'm really glad you liked it! I was wondering, since we have House and maybe some other stuff in common, if you'd like to be friends? :)

[identity profile] trapperii.livejournal.com 2009-04-29 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm a little late coming to this fic but ... I loved it!

This line was brilliant: "She struggled to quell the lurch in her stomach – an incredulous, regret/stupidity combination with an annoyingly persistent side of whybringacorsage?"

Cameron was so well characterized. I loved how you had her attempt to build distance and how it suddenly was swept away on the park bench: "He looked at her then, and the distance she'd been cultivating seemed to collapse into the size of half a park bench. Nothing felt right, everything was alien; but the bruised feeling was gone."

Determined, hopeful, brave: if that's what House thinks about Cameron, I'm happy. Getting someone a cheesy mug as an offhand apology seems quite Houselike.

[identity profile] dominique012.livejournal.com 2009-04-30 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, thanks! I'm happy you read it and liked it. :)

I like the idea of Cameron maintaining that distance, surprising him, and then finding that so hard to keep up! Her reaching out to him, all honestly like she did in S1 seemed brave to me, and I thought doing that after trying so hard to be distant would be even more so. I wanted House to be in awe of that in her too.

I'm really glad it sounded true! Thanks for the lovely comment. :)