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Chapter 1

“House, can I talk to you?” Cameron asked as she gently stepped into his office.

“Depends, what is it that you want to talk about?”

“I want to explain why I was so…on edge this week.”

“Oh, in that case. No.”

“You were going to say that no matter what, weren’t you?”

“Possibly.”

Cameron gave her trademark sigh of annoyance. “House, please, just for one second stop being an ass and listen to me!”

He looked taken aback, but leaned back in his chair and set down his gameboy. Cameron took this as cue to go on. “Thank you. About one month after I got married, I got pregnant.”

“But-your file, and-”

“Just let me go on, please?” She said with a slightly choked voice. He silenced.

“The reason you didn’t see anything in my chart is because…” Her eyes began to water, “I, I, lost the baby.”

“I always assumed something of that variety.”

“That’s not it. As soon as I lost the baby, Matt died. It was like he gave up.”

The tears were falling freely now, and her shoulders trembled under the weight of her emotional pain. Something deep inside of House possessed him to get up and limp over to her. He slowly laid his hand on her shoulder; he really was trying to be comforting. Cameron looked up at him with big, wet eyes and attempted to smile. What really came out was a tight half-frown.

“I’m, uh, sorry.” House said.

“You didn’t do anything.”

“Exactly.”

“There was no way you could have known for sure.”

“But now, now it all makes sense.” He removed his hand from her shoulder and stepped in front of her; he tried to meet her eyes, but she wouldn’t let him. “Everything you did, your aversion to telling parents that their child is going to die, you extreme sympathy towards children and babies. I get it now.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” She said with a smirk.

“Do I?” He asked honestly.

“I think you do.” She said before turning to walk out.

“Cameron!” She turned to look at him.

“Um, thanks, for, you know, telling me.”

“I thought you should know.”

“You always do.”

She gave him a sincere smile before walking out of the office to go home. When she arrived back at her place she shed her coat and shoes before going to her bedroom stripping down to the nude, and taking a steaming hot shower. As the droplets of water cascaded down her back she thought about the baby she never knew. It seemed odd to morn over a 1 month old fetus, especially 11 years later, but it was just who she was. She thought that if the baby had been born, Matthew could have held on, at least until he could see it.

At one point she wasn’t sure what was water and what were tears, but she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her body. Before she allowed herself to fully dry she collapsed onto her bed and let her soaking wet hair spread out under her. She found herself wondering what the baby would have looked like. Would it have been beautiful, or handsome had it been a boy? She assumed so, allowing the very small part of her that was confident to take over.

Being called beautiful so many times in her life almost made her believe it herself, so deep down, she knew that a child of hers would be attractive. She didn’t consider herself vain at all, but to a certain extent she was glad she looked the way she did. ‘It got me my job.’ She thought, allowing a much hated factoid to slip to the forefront of her mind. She was snapped back to present time by a ringing. ‘What the hell is that?’ she thought, before realizing it was the phone. ‘Who’s calling me at,” she looked over at the clock on her nightstand, ‘10:00 PM?’ She didn’t give herself time to consider the options before picking up the phone.

“Hello.” She answered politely.

“Hey.” Said a gruff voice on the other line.

If she hadn’t known better she would’ve thought it was House, but the notion that he would call her at home for reasons other than that of the professional seemed insane to her. So she asked, maintaining her manners, “May I ask who’s speaking.”

“No, you may not ask.” Said the House-like voice.

“Fine, than I’ll be hanging up now.”

“No! Wait! Cameron, are you serious, you don’t know who this is?”

“House? Are you serious?”

“Nah, I was just dialing random numbers and yours happened to be the first. Say, is your refrigerator running?”

“Ok! I get it! What do you want?”

“I have a question.”

“Other than the one about my fridge?” She asked, trying to use his trademark sarcasm.

“Yes, other than that.” House sounded serious; a little used emotion, so she let him continue. “Do you want more children?” He asked, still sounding eerily honest.

There was a long pause before Cameron recovered and found the nerve to say, “Why do you want to know?”

“Just curious.”

“You don’t call someone at 10 at night for ‘just’ anything. So, what are you saying?”

“I just wanted to know if you had tried to have more children.”

“Does it matter?”

“I don’t know, does it?”

“House, honestly, I have no idea. Now isn’t the right time for me to have children, I don’t even have somebody to have them with.” Cameron didn’t realize the implications of her words until long after they had left her mouth.

“Who says?” He asked.

A/N- This is an honest attempt at good House/Cameron writing, I DO know where I’m going with this, even if it doesn’t seem like it, so please let me know if you think I should continue. Any reviews, aside from flames, are appreciated. Feel free to give concrit if you think it’s needed. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer- Nothing related to the TV show House belongs to me.

Truly Beautiful

‘God, she is beautiful.’ He hadn’t ever thought that about any other woman, not even Stacy. Sure, he thought women were sexy, hot, but Cameron was the only one he had ever thought to be truly beautiful. She was pure, and innocent, and caring, she was the kindest person he had ever met, and it bugged the hell out of him, but he knew that all the reasons she annoyed him were the reasons that made her truly beautiful.

She was the most gorgeous when she wasn’t even trying to be; times when she was running tests in the lab, when she was angry at him, or when she was upset to the point of her beautiful blue-green eyes brimming with tears. He hated it and loved it at the same time, the way he could make him feel was different from anybody else, and she made it look effortless.

He knew that he could never love her the way that she deserved even if she didn’t want him to change. She was too young, too pretty, too… hopeful. He’d put on his nonchalant face when she was hurt, tried his hardest to make it look like he didn’t want to run to her and comfort her, put his arms around her and whisper into her ear, ‘Everything is going to be ok.’

Sure, her aesthetics were pleasing, but she was one of those rare people that managed to increase how attractive they were by what was inside of them. He didn’t doubt that she had been told she was ‘pretty’ more times than she could count, but he was almost sure that she hadn’t been told nearly enough times that she was special for more reasons that her appearance.

The little voice in his head that he thought he had killed 5 years ago came out when he was around her. Even if they were just talking in a professional manner, that annoying voice would scream, ‘What are you thinking? She loves you! Go run to her!’

As he sat as his desk playing with his gray and red tennis ball she walked into his office.

“House?” She asked with a certain amount of apprehension, as she always did when confronted with the task of talking to him.

“Have I ever told you that I think you’re beautiful?” He asked, surprising himself.

“Um, yea, it’s why you hired me.” She said and she put her free hand on her hip.

“No, it’s not.”

“You said it was yourself, why is this relevant?”

“I hired you because you defied a law of nature.”

“Ok, sure. Tessa’s test results are back.”

“That can wait.”

“No, it can’t. She needs a liver transplant or she’s going to die by the weekend.”

“That’s too bad for her, but it’s in the transplant committee’s hands now.”

“No, it isn’t! You have to go meet with them!”

“Fine. I just wanted you to know.”

“Know what?”

“That I think you’re beautiful.”

“I know House, nothing else about me matters to you.” She said before she walked out, leaving one very confused man in her wake.

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Spooky Scares, costumes and free candy- or is it?

Oct. 31st. To some people it’s just another day on the calendar; to others it means spooky scares, costumes and free candy. But what does it mean to the team at PPTH? It had been decided within the administration that more spirit was needed in the hospital. It was Cuddy’s idea to hold a costume party for Halloween, and House hated her for it. Upon hearing the plans, Cameron, Foreman, and Chase got excited, but not enough to show it. They had been told on the 25th, giving them plenty of time to come up with “creative” ideas for costumes.

Cameron, being the prepared eager person that she is went home that night and began to think of ideas. She dug deep into her closet knocking smart, conservative suits off of the rack as she went until she finally found what she looking for. ‘I hope it still fits.’ She thought. Foreman went to the nearest costume store and went strait for the clearance bins. As he searched he came across a pair of vampire fangs, devil horns, a clown nose, a rainbow wig, and a hippie necklace with a huge peace sign. Deciding that the accessories weren’t quite enough he went in search of a real costume and was delighted to find that they sold parts of costumes for half price. He selected a superman cape and Hulk fists. ‘This is going to confuse some pretty brilliant people.’ He thought as he took his items up to the checkout where a salesperson with incredibly long nails and hair that looked molded gave him a very strange look.

The next night across town a certain flippy haired doctor sat brooding. ‘What do I wear to this stupid thing?’ he thought, turning to increase the volume on his radio, but accidentally changing the station instead. Radio Disney filled the apartment. “How did that get there?” He said aloud, embarrassed, as if somebody were actually in the room with him. Unexpectedly the children’s station started playing a particularly annoying 90’s “classic.” “I’m a Barbie girl, in a Barbie world! Wrapped in plastic, it’s fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere…” Suddenly Chase knew what he like, totally, had to be!

Cameron stood looking at herself in her Halloween glory before coming to the party. She twirled around in her high school cheerleading outfit and grinned. It still fit! ‘Perfect!’ she thought as her high ponytail hit her in the face. Foreman has somehow gotten his costume “together” and was now attempting to drive his car in the Hulk gloves. After 15 minutes he decided it would be better to take them off. Chase was already at the hospital in a short pink dress, white tights, and black high heels. He couldn’t bear to cover up his hair under a wig, so he opted for hair extensions.

Cameron was the next to arrive and she quietly took a seat by the dance floor Cuddy had set up with Wilson earlier in the day. Cameron thought it was a bit odd that she would encourage colleagues to dance together, but she let the thought go as a handsome doctor from pediatrics led her onto the floor. Foreman arrived next and couldn’t avoid some odd stares as he walked over to the punch bowl, again, the Hulk gloves caused serious problems. House arrived last, not only after his team and “friends” but after every other person at the hospital.

He glanced over at the clinic which had been made up as a haunted house and thought to himself, “I always suspected.” Upon finding Wilson and dragging him to the bar he noticed Foreman’s costume and said, “The neurologist has lost his mind. Is it just me or is that ironic?” Chase was screaming at attractive men swarming around him. “Lay off! I’m a guy! It’s just a costume!” More persistent men with alcohol ravaging the systems said things like, “Sure it is baby. A costume from heaven.”

Cameron was the next one House spotted. She was hanging off the elbow of the pediatrician from before. She looked relaxed which House guessed, could only be from whatever she had been drinking. “I should have guessed.” He said to her, “Are you still that flexible?” “Maybe, but you’re never going to find out!” She said with a coy smile before being led away to the haunted house by Dr. Manly Man as House referred to him as.

Cuddy was the first one to ask where House’s costume was. “What are you talking about? I’m a sarcastic bastard with a limp!” Wilson had dressed up as a generic superhero and was getting comments such as, “You don’t even need the costume!” from several beautiful female nurses. After Cameron had a few more spins around the dance floor with her doctor, he kissed her quickly on the lips and she grabbed a taxi home, blushing all the way. After an hour at the party Chase had been scared away. ‘Bad idea!’ he thought as he ran out the front doors screaming, “Leave me alone! I’m a guy!”

Foreman had tired of people asking him what the heck he was, so he left alone, saddened that the curiosity of others wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as he thought it would be. Wilson took House home after he became extremely drunk and starting calling the male bartender, “Good lookin’” Cuddy has left after everybody else, satisfied that the party had gone well under the hospital’s terms.

So now you know, Oct. 31st isn’t just another date on the calendar for the staff of PPTH, nor does it mean spooky scares, free candy and costumes. It means high school cheerleaders, insane neurologists, Barbie girls, superheroes and a sarcastic bastard with a limp.

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Disclaimer- House and Cameron don’t belong to me, even though their names aren’t actually mentioned at all in the fic. I also don’t own the song ‘Far Away.’ Nickleback does. After reading this fic, check out the song!

This idea came to me as I was listening to the song ‘Far Away.’ As you can see, I used that song to make this story a songfic. It’s my first, so please be nice. I’m finally doing something for all of the House/Cameron fans out there! Please review if you liked it, I’ll write more stories like it.

Please Note: The last two sentences were written by wolvgambit!

I Loved You All Along

It had been three years, three years of him pushing her away, refusing to confront his feelings. She had given him more chances than anyone, especially him, deserved. She hadn’t tried to hide her feelings at all, she had been so open with him, and it scared him, that somebody could be so trusting, so caring. So pure.

His always comforting I-pod rested on his desk at a song filled his ears.

Misused, Mistakes
Too long, Too late
Who was I to make you wait
Just one chance
Just one breath
Just in case there’s just one left
‘Cause you know,
you know, you know

He had cared about her, more than he could bring himself to let her know. He thought he was protecting himself by putting up more walls than ever before, but he discovered that it hurt more when he didn’t let her break them down. He saw her hurting so many times, and wanted so badly to comfort her, to make everything ok, if only for a little while, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t get too close, too close to so much youthful hope and desire.

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
and you’ll never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore

He wouldn’t admit to himself that he missed her, that he wanted her, that he had always wanted her. On days where he let his mind run he would see her face, hear her voice. Feel her longing. Other days came when his mind ran through a list of everything she was; beautiful, brilliant, compassionate, naïve. Loving.

On my knees, I’ll ask
Last chance for one last dance
‘Cause with you, I’d withstand
All of hell to hold your hand
I’d give it all
I’d give for us
Give anything but I won’t give up
‘Cause you know,
you know, you know

He was out of chances now, he knew that, and he hated how much it hurt. She had moved on, he hadn’t even talked to her. His pride and her hurt keeping them miles apart in more ways than one. He would sit in his office and glance at all of the places that had been hers. The coffee maker, her desk, even the chair she sat in the most. They all seemed out of place without her there.

That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I miss you
Been far away for far too long
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me
and you’ll never go
Stop breathing if
I don’t see you anymore

She had told him more about herself in her first year of knowing him than he had told anybody about himself during his entire life.

So far away
Been far away for far too long
So far away
Been far away for far too long
But you know, you know, you know

It had taken a year until he realized how much he had cared for her, wanted her. Loved her.

I wanted
I wanted you to stay
‘Cause I needed
I need to hear you say
That I love you
I have loved you all along
And I forgive you
For being away for far too long
So keep breathing
‘Cause I’m not leaving
Hold on to me and
never let me go

He hadn’t had the courage to say goodbye. He didn’t want to say it; it was so final, so professional. So hurtful. She had gone, her eyes brimming with tears and more pain in her voice than he had ever heard before as she said, ‘Goodbye House.’ It was then that he realized what he should’ve said, could’ve said as the song stopped. He turned towards his office and hit the repeat button on the player, letting her final words wash over him…