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FIC: "Crush", Greg House/Allison Cameron, other pairings
Title: Crush
Author: Me, prompted by an evil bunny.
Rating: Everyone.
Prompt for fanfic100: 085. She
Character/Pairing: Chase-centric, House/Cameron, one-sided House/Wilson, one-sided Chase/Cameron, one-sided Cameron/Wilson.
Disclaimer: In my dreams, House and Wilson…ahem. You get the idea.
Word Count: 547
Author’s Note: Kill me for the pairing(s)—then blame a certain young beta for the bunny. Written last week, before “Hunting”. I don’t think that makes a difference, though. Thanks to sarcasticsra and amazonqueenkate for the betas. Any remaining mistakes are all mine. They can’t have ‘em.
They’d been dancing around the subject for months. Chase had watched them the entire time, caught the desire in House’s eyes after he’d interviewed Cameron. Chase hadn’t been surprised in the least when she was in the conference room, making a pot of coffee, eight days later. And for the coffee alone, Chase decided he’d like her.
Surprisingly, she was also a good doctor. Way too emotional, in Chase’s opinion, but House never yelled at her for letting it slow her down. Anybody else, he’d have told to grow up and stop whining, but Allison Cameron, with her dark auburn hair and pretty face, got away with it. It wasn’t exactly fair, but who expected House to be fair?
What did take Chase by surprise was his own crush on his coworker. He’d first looked at her as a friend, a vaguely interesting person, someone to commiserate with. After Foreman arrived, he filled that space, and Chase started looking at Cameron in a different light—but she still had that bloody crush on House.
It wasn’t that Chase was jealous, per se; it was just that they were both so blind. House had Cameron and Wilson wanting him; Cameron had House and Chase. (Chase had his suspicions about Cuddy, but kept those thoughts mostly well-quashed.) Yet neither would act on it.
When they finally did, it was the stupidest thing Chase had heard about in years. She coerced him into a date, and expected it to work? House was not the sort of man to take kindly to blackmail (unless he was doing it), and he’d treated Cameron poorly. It would have angered Chase, if he didn’t see where House came from.
True to form, the pair didn’t go out on another formal date—at least, not that Chase heard about. But the day after they started sleeping together, he knew. House was surprisingly unpissy, and Cameron had a gleeful bounce to her step. It was almost disturbing. Chase figured it was none of his business, though, and focused on the patient and, during his breaks, his crosswords.
The breakup was almost unreal. Completely predictable, and Chase had to wonder how such smart people could fail to foresee something so obvious. Chase hadn’t figured it would be over a patient, much less two, but it boiled down to a difference in their attitudes. House viewed every human life as having the same worth—at least, while under his care—and Cameron had a sliding scale. Their ethics clashed, and it was certainly a good thing they hadn’t let the whole mess go further. She glommed onto Wilson after that, and House was too distracted by Stacy to care. Chase devoutly hoped the thing with Wilson wouldn’t go further, because everyone’s lives would be absolute hell if it did and House figured it out.
Chase just took the backseat again, offering an ear to listen if she needed it. He didn’t make a move on her beyond mild flirting, preferring to let her figure out he liked her in a decidedly nonplatonic manner. And when she did, it would be well worth the wait.
He hoped.
Author: Me, prompted by an evil bunny.
Rating: Everyone.
Prompt for fanfic100: 085. She
Character/Pairing: Chase-centric, House/Cameron, one-sided House/Wilson, one-sided Chase/Cameron, one-sided Cameron/Wilson.
Disclaimer: In my dreams, House and Wilson…ahem. You get the idea.
Word Count: 547
Author’s Note: Kill me for the pairing(s)—then blame a certain young beta for the bunny. Written last week, before “Hunting”. I don’t think that makes a difference, though. Thanks to sarcasticsra and amazonqueenkate for the betas. Any remaining mistakes are all mine. They can’t have ‘em.
They’d been dancing around the subject for months. Chase had watched them the entire time, caught the desire in House’s eyes after he’d interviewed Cameron. Chase hadn’t been surprised in the least when she was in the conference room, making a pot of coffee, eight days later. And for the coffee alone, Chase decided he’d like her.
Surprisingly, she was also a good doctor. Way too emotional, in Chase’s opinion, but House never yelled at her for letting it slow her down. Anybody else, he’d have told to grow up and stop whining, but Allison Cameron, with her dark auburn hair and pretty face, got away with it. It wasn’t exactly fair, but who expected House to be fair?
What did take Chase by surprise was his own crush on his coworker. He’d first looked at her as a friend, a vaguely interesting person, someone to commiserate with. After Foreman arrived, he filled that space, and Chase started looking at Cameron in a different light—but she still had that bloody crush on House.
It wasn’t that Chase was jealous, per se; it was just that they were both so blind. House had Cameron and Wilson wanting him; Cameron had House and Chase. (Chase had his suspicions about Cuddy, but kept those thoughts mostly well-quashed.) Yet neither would act on it.
When they finally did, it was the stupidest thing Chase had heard about in years. She coerced him into a date, and expected it to work? House was not the sort of man to take kindly to blackmail (unless he was doing it), and he’d treated Cameron poorly. It would have angered Chase, if he didn’t see where House came from.
True to form, the pair didn’t go out on another formal date—at least, not that Chase heard about. But the day after they started sleeping together, he knew. House was surprisingly unpissy, and Cameron had a gleeful bounce to her step. It was almost disturbing. Chase figured it was none of his business, though, and focused on the patient and, during his breaks, his crosswords.
The breakup was almost unreal. Completely predictable, and Chase had to wonder how such smart people could fail to foresee something so obvious. Chase hadn’t figured it would be over a patient, much less two, but it boiled down to a difference in their attitudes. House viewed every human life as having the same worth—at least, while under his care—and Cameron had a sliding scale. Their ethics clashed, and it was certainly a good thing they hadn’t let the whole mess go further. She glommed onto Wilson after that, and House was too distracted by Stacy to care. Chase devoutly hoped the thing with Wilson wouldn’t go further, because everyone’s lives would be absolute hell if it did and House figured it out.
Chase just took the backseat again, offering an ear to listen if she needed it. He didn’t make a move on her beyond mild flirting, preferring to let her figure out he liked her in a decidedly nonplatonic manner. And when she did, it would be well worth the wait.
He hoped.
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"It wasn’t exactly fair, but who expected House to be fair?"
Girl, I think you've subbed in 'traumaic-after-Vogler's-gone' Chase here. Or am I reading this wrong, and that was the point all along? Still, I think he deserves a little more fire.
Though, last line... *heaps upon Kelly six million painful-hope points*
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Probably true, yes. It's not my best, but it's House/Cameron. What do you want from me? =P
Girl, I think you've subbed in 'traumaic-after-Vogler's-gone' Chase here. Or am I reading this wrong, and that was the point all along?
It was the point, yeah.
Aww, that last line--painful-hope indeed.
Thanks for reading!