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[personal profile] hughville
Title: Donuts
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: T
Summary: House is not at work and Cuddy sends Cameron to find out why.
A/N: A million thanks to [profile] pyewacket_1975 for reading this over and giving it her stamp of Smexiness approval! This takes place before The Pilot and shortly after Cameron was hired. It's based on a dream I had about that sexy devil, House. This is un-beta'd so any and all mistakes are mine.
Don't own House. Never did. Never will.

You do eat donuts, don't you? )
[identity profile] hughville.livejournal.com
Title: A Helping Hand
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Teen
Summary: A different take on the cat autopsy scene from Detox
A/N: No beta so all mistakes are my own. I don't own House, Cameron or the TV show.

She watches him from the doorway to the morgue. His hands shake and he wipes sweat from his face with his arm. The decaying body of a cat lies on the steel table in front of him. He starts to make an incision but his hands are shaking too badly. Without thinking, she walks quickly into the room and takes the scalpel from him. He looks at her with bleary eyes. She puts the scalpel down just out of his reach.
“That’s not the only scalpel in here,” he rasps. He tries to stand but falls against the table. “Dammit.”
She gets a pair of surgical gloves, snaps them on and picks up the scalpel. Making a clean incision in the cat’s belly, she takes two pairs of clamps and folds the skin back.
“What are we looking for?” she asks softly.
He releases a shaky breath. “Something that killed the cat and is killing the kid.”
Taking a pair of forceps, she begins to lift various organs. She lifts the stomach and he grabs her hand.
“Open it.”
She puts down the forceps, picks up the scalpel and slices into the cat’s stomach. He reaches in with the forceps and pulls out a termite.
“Naphthalene,” she breathes staring at the bug.
He rises from the stool and places a kiss on her temple.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
He turns at the doorway. “Gotta stop the transplant.”


Later he sits in his office, staring at nothing. She enters and stops in front of his desk.
“Was it worth it?” she asks staring down at the oversized ball on his desk.
“I saved the kid,” he shrugs.
She shakes her head. “Not that. The bet. With Cuddy.”
He is silent for several minutes. She looks up at him.
“Yeah,” he says finally.
She nods and leaves.
He goes back to staring at nothing.
[identity profile] amypinkpoison.livejournal.com
Title: What If (Chapter Three) - Unexpected But Kinda Maybe Not Totally Unwelcome
Author: amypinkpoison
Rating: No particularly explicit warnings for this chapter. Teen.
Pairing: House/Cameron, Cameron/OC

Chapter 3 )

What If

Chapter Three – Unexpected But Kinda Maybe Not Totally Unwelcome

It was 2:54am and Cameron was just about to go to bed. Andrew had been asleep since midnight but Elle wouldn't settle and Cameron had stayed up with her for the best part of the evening, finally getting her to fall into a restless sleep at just gone 2:30am. Not the best night she'd ever had.

She and Andrew had made up over lunch and she'd finally got him to agree that maybe a baby so soon after having Elle wasn't such a hot idea. She loved being a mother, yes, but two in quick succession would zap every ounce of energy she had left, which wasn't much as it was.

So they'd gone home, made up properly whilst Elle had a play date with the neighbor's kids, and then went quickly back into their routine. Around dinnertime though, Elle was whining more than usual and wouldn't settle down after her bath like she usually would. She refused to eat and had a rattling cough developing. Dosing her with Tylenol, Cameron sat rocking the little girl late into the night and when she finally drifted off, the exhausted mother wanted to cry with relief.

Glancing at the clock and wincing as she saw how close to 3am it was – knowing she was on-call over the weekend really put a dampener on things – she practically crawled toward her bedroom. But the relief awaiting her in the form of sleep was snatched away when her cell phone started to vibrate on the mantel. Groaning, she reluctantly dragged herself across the living room and snatched the phone off the top.

"House?! Why the hell are you calling me at 3am?! What can you possibly have thought was so damn important you had to call now?"

She was trying to keep her voice down, not daring to run the risk of waking Elle up after the night they'd had, but her temper wasn't quite as controlled as it was at civilized hours.

"You don't sound like you were asleep."

"I've been nursing Elle all night. I repeat: What. Do. You. Want?"

There was a long pause over the line and if it weren't for the sound of drunken singing in the background, Cameron would have thought he'd hung up.

"Will you come pick me up?"

And that was when it took all of her self-control not to start yelling down the line at him for being such a selfish, stupid asshole. Managing to just about calm herself enough to reply in a lowered voice, she measured her words carefully.

"You are calling me at 3am on a Saturday morning to come pick you up from wherever the hell you are and you expect me to just come running?! You've got some nerve, House. Andrew's asleep; I've just managed to get my daughter to sleep, and you have the audacity to call me, after the way you treated me today…and every other day, come to think of it."

House didn't reply and again, the only cue that he was there was the background noise.

"And why can't Wilson come pick you up? He's probably used to these calls at ridiculous o'clock."

Again, a pause.

"House are you gonna-?"

"Wilson's not speaking to me."

Cameron rolled her eyes, dropping down onto the sofa with the phone cradled between her ear and her shoulder. Pulling her knees up to her chest she shivered, the night air that permeated the room chilling her through the thin layer of Andrew's shirt she'd taken to using as nightwear. He loved this shirt on her, partially because it was his and partially because her eyes became a more pronounced green with the blue shirt accentuating them.

"What did you do to piss him off? There's obviously something, because he's practically a saint with what he puts up with from you."

She was getting a little fed up with the pauses after every question. Questions that she had a right to ask when he was asking such unreasonable things from her at 3am.

"He's…pissed because he says I'm self-destructing…"

"And why would that be different tonight than any other night when you're self-destructing? It's kinda one of your personality traits; you'd think he'd have figured that one by now."

"You're way too chatty for this time in a morning."

"And yet, you called me."

Ignoring her quick retort, House sighed.

"I broke up with Stacy. Wilson said I don't know what's good for me and I always try to break things that are perfectly fine the way they are."

Cameron wasn't sure how to reply to that. And she wasn't sure what knocked her off balance more – the fact that he'd broken up with Stacy so suddenly (though if she thought about it, it wasn't really that sudden) or the fact that he was openly telling her this, not bothering to wrap it in sugared sarcasm with a caustic cherry on top.

"I'm…sorry."

"Don't be. Would you just…come pick me up?"

Pressing her fingers to her throbbing temple, Cameron heaved a sigh.

"Where are you?"

She'd known she'd end up going. As much as she kicked and fought against it, she always ended up giving into him. She was like his female Wilson. And she hated it. But it was just who she was and she had reluctantly come to accept she probably wouldn't ever change. And neither would House. So they were stuck in this rut.


---------

"Nice ensemble."

He clearly wasn't as intoxicated as he had been when he'd decided to call her at 3am and Cameron just rolled her eyes as he clambered awkwardly into the passenger seat of her car. It was now 4:05am. She'd left him to sober up for an hour before setting off; making sure Elle and Andrew both remained asleep. She was still wearing Andrew's blue shirt but had pulled on some Old Navy sweatpants too, her hair loose around her face, which gave away only a tiny fraction of the exhaustion her whole body was buzzing with.

"Yeah well, just be grateful I picked you up at all. Do you know what this could do to my marriage if Andrew wakes up and finds me gone and then finds out I drove all the way across town to pick you and your sorry ass up off the sidewalk?"

"Yeah well, he needs to get over that possessive streak of his."

"He's my husband, House! He has every right to be suspicious if I'm going out at this time in a morning to pick my boss up from some seedy bar!"

With that half-adorable, half-infuriating smirk, House chose not to comment and instead watched her as she pulled into the lane of sparse traffic, heading for apartment 221B.

"That blue actually does wonders for your eyes."

He was slurring slightly but Cameron had a feeling he was putting it on a little. He knew he'd get away with more – tormenting, flirting, sly remarks – if he couldn't be held fully accountable for lack of inhibitions.

"You can't see my eyes, it's dark."

She countered, glancing in her mirror and swinging a left around a rather sharp corner, causing House to lurch forward a little and scowl at her.

"Sorry."

"You're lucky you're cuter than Wilson or I'd have some really mean comments for that. I think I'll call you more often to come pick me up – nice having someone easy on the eyes to look at for the journey."

She gave him a falsely saccharine smile, which held a very clear warning that she would not look kindly upon him making this a regular thing and then they lapsed into an undemanding silence. She had to admit that when he wasn't being a complete jerk, she kinda liked spending time with him. They didn't have to speak – and she usually preferred it when they didn't – but there was a comfortable ease they fell into when no one else was around to taint it.

The rest of the ten-minute drive to his place was taken in silence, with the occasional exchange of unintentional glances, when they both quickly looked away. When she finally pulled up outside the large Georgian-style apartment building there was silence of a few prolonged moments before she turned to him, about to pry into what had finally broken his relationship with Stacy.

But she didn't have a chance to say any more than a few words before his mouth was covering hers, his hand cupping her cheek and gently – surprisingly gently – his fingers trailed to her neck, barely touching where her pulse was racing.

She was too shocked to react at first and before she realized what she was doing, she'd kissed him back. She could taste to scotch on his lips and the sharp, almost bitter taste of him stinging her tongue as his swept past her lips. A hand on his chest from the defensive action as he'd lunged for her, she found herself gripping the material of his shirt in a small fist, her heart racing and her mind in overdrive as she tried to process what exactly was happening. His free hand was already under her shift – Andrew's shirt – now and skimming the smooth, flat surface of her stomach, her muscles clenching with his ghost of a touch.

Regaining her senses abruptly, she pulled away from him and tore his hand from under the shirt as if he'd scalded her, pushing him away in a panic. Her lips were well kissed and she was breathless, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and shock. She opened her mouth to speak, to demand that he get out of her car, but no words would pass her lips. The lips he'd just well and truly ravaged, leaving her both craving more and wishing she'd never gone to pick him up in the first place.

She sat silently in a daze for endless seconds before the sound of the passenger door opening and the slight shift as he climbed out of the car brought her back to reality once more. She watched him go, tears blurring her vision. This was too much to take in. He'd kissed her. And she'd let him.

Her wedding ring was taunting her now, torturing her as she replayed what had just taken place. He'd shut his front door behind him without looking back and the tears were suddenly rolling down her cheeks. She'd never cheat on Andrew; she just wasn't the cheating kind. But what was that? What had she just done? If she'd thought she could explain this little trip out as completely innocent, just helping her boss when he'd asked, she was surely mistaken now. That would have been all true…until about five minutes ago.

There was nothing innocent about that kiss, and all the way home – after nearly crashing twice – she was replaying it in her mind, fighting a fresh onslaught of tears. He'd broken up with Stacy and now he was slowly beginning to destroy her marriage.

Yet there was something in that kiss…a passion and lust that she'd been somehow missing for a long time in her relationship with Andrew. Maybe it was because it was forbidden that it tasted that much sweeter – though it was more bittersweet really – and maybe that was why she'd given in to him like she had…why she'd kissed back.

[identity profile] everytimeyougo.livejournal.com
Title: My Head is Full of Magic, Baby

Pairing: House/Cameron

Rating: Teen

Summary: “Some doctor you are, Cameron. Do I look dead to you?” Post-series

Disclaimer: I don’t own House, Cameron, or any other fictional doctors. Title is from So Alive by Love and Rockets

Chapter 8
[identity profile] lunschen.livejournal.com

A/N: This was written for the Unattainable Dreams' Prompt exchange challenge. It´s so much fun being a part of it! The prompt: Dance, rain. I hope you enjoy it.

Post-series House/Cameron. That´s my version of the end :-)

Read more... )
[identity profile] everytimeyougo.livejournal.com

Title: My Head is Full of Magic, Baby

Pairing: House/Cameron

Rating: Teen

Summary: “Some doctor you are, Cameron. Do I look dead to you?” Post-series

Disclaimer: I don’t own House, Cameron, or any other fictional doctors.

I'm sorry...
[identity profile] everytimeyougo.livejournal.com
Title: My Head is Full of Magic, Baby

Pairing: House/Cameron

Rating: Teen

Summary: “Some doctor you are, Cameron. Do I look dead to you?” Post-series

Disclaimer: I don’t own House, Cameron, or any other fictional doctors. Title is from So Alive by Love and Rockets

She stares out the window
[identity profile] everytimeyougo.livejournal.com

Title: My Head is Full of Magic, Baby

Pairing: House/Cameron

Rating: Teen

Summary: “Some doctor you are, Cameron. Do I look dead to you?” Post-series

Disclaimer: I don’t own House, Cameron, or any other fictional doctors. Title is from So Alive by Love and Rockets

The drive home...
[identity profile] everytimeyougo.livejournal.com

Title: My Head is Full of Magic, Baby

Pairing: House/Cameron

Rating: Teen

Summary: “Some doctor you are, Cameron. Do I look dead to you?” Post-series

Disclaimer: I don’t own House, Cameron, or any other fictional doctors. Title is from So Alive by Love and Rockets

She takes him to a...
[identity profile] everytimeyougo.livejournal.com
Title: My Head is Full of Magic, Baby

Pairing: House/Cameron

Rating:  Teen

Summary: "Some doctor you are, Cameron. Do I look dead to you?" Post-series

Disclaimer: I don't own House, Cameron, or any other fictional doctors. Title is from So Alive by Love and Rockets

A/N:  Happy New Year!

House is still in his room when she leaves for work the next morning.
[identity profile] everytimeyougo.livejournal.com
Title: My Head is Full of Magic, Baby

Pairing: House/Cameron

Rating:  Teen

Summary: "Some doctor you are, Cameron. Do I look dead to you?" Post-series

Disclaimer: I don't own House, Cameron, or any other fictional doctors. Title is from So Alive by Love and Rockets

She takes him home with her...
[identity profile] everytimeyougo.livejournal.com
Title: My Head is Full of Magic, Baby

Pairing: House/Cameron

Rating:  Teen

Summary: "Some doctor you are, Cameron. Do I look dead to you?" Post-series

Disclaimer: I don't own House, Cameron, or any other fictional doctors. Title from So Alive by Love and Rockets.

A/N What is this? An H/C WIP? I blame [livejournal.com profile] sharp2799. One quick beta job for her and they're back in my head. Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine.

My Head is full of Magic, Baby

She was supposed to be off at six...
[identity profile] niicelaady.livejournal.com
Title: Lovely Parting Gifts, or, When Larry Met Ally
Author: NiiceLaady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
Spoilers: Series finale
Warnings: Language and sex (implied, not described)
Disclaimer: Labor of love. Not making any money from playing dress-up and pretend with these characters, and David Shore can have them back anytime he wants.

"God, I'm pathetic."
[identity profile] niicelaady.livejournal.com
Title: Lovely Parting Gifts, or, When Larry Met Ally
Author: NiiceLaady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
Spoilers: Series finale
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: Labor of love. Not making any money from playing dress-up and pretend with these characters, and David Shore can have them back anytime he wants.

"You're not a charity case."
[identity profile] niicelaady.livejournal.com
My second attempt at an all-dialogue fic. This takes place after the series finale and will probably be 2 or 3 chapters. Hope you like it.

Title: Lovely Parting Gifts, or, When Larry Met Ally
Author: NiiceLaady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
Spoilers: Series finale
Warnings: Probably some soft-focus sex in the next chapter. Nothing in this one.
Disclaimer: Labor of love. Not making any money from playing dress-up and pretend with these characters, and David Shore can have them back anytime he wants.

"Shouldn't I be the one looking as if she's seen a ghost?"
[identity profile] cassandra-elise.livejournal.com
Title: Destiny In Deutschland
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cassandra_elise
Rating: PG-13/Teen for language and situations
Genre: Romance/Drama with Smatterings of Angst and Humor
Spoilers: Takes place following the Series Finale. Do not read unless you've seen "Everybody Dies," or don't care if you're spoiled.
Summary: When Cameron's brother gets a job in Germany, she thinks moving with him and his family will be the perfect distraction from House's death. Little does she realize she is about to come face to face with her destiny thousands of miles away from home...

Sorry for the delay. Real Life issues got in the way.

One Step Closer: Cameron's POV

[identity profile] cassandra-elise.livejournal.com
Title: Destiny In Deutschland
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cassandra_elise
Rating: PG-13/Teen for language and situation
Genre: Romance/Drama with Smatterings of Angst and Humor
Spoilers: Takes place following the Series Finale. Do not read unless you've seen "Everybody Dies," or don't care if you're spoiled.
Summary: When Cameron's brother gets a job in Germany, she thinks moving with him and his family will be the perfect distraction from House's death. Little does she realize she is about to come face to face with her destiny thousands of miles away from home...


A Sure Sign You're Getting Old: House's POV

[identity profile] cassandra-elise.livejournal.com
Title: Destiny In Deutschland
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cassandra_elise
Rating: PG-13/Teen for language and situation
Genre: Romance/Drama with Smatterings of Angst and Humor
Spoilers: Takes place following the Series Finale. Do not read unless you've seen "Everybody Dies," or don't care if you're spoiled.
Summary: When Cameron's brother gets a job in Germany, she thinks moving with him and his family will be the perfect distraction from House's death. Little does she realize she is about to come face to face with her destiny thousands of miles away from home...

This story is dedicated to all the amazing Hameron friends I've made on LJ, especially for [livejournal.com profile] ally_cam. I'm sorry we couldn't meet up this summer. So I'm giving you something even better: House/Cameron in Germany!

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow: Cameron's POV

[personal profile] athousandsmiles
Author: [livejournal.com profile] athousandsmiles
Title: Never
Rating: teen
Genre: romance, slight angst
Summary: Five times Cameron told House no. Inspired by the prompt at [livejournal.com profile] hughvillefics. Five connected drabbles, each exactly 100 words.

here
[personal profile] athousandsmiles
Author: [livejournal.com profile] athousandsmiles
Title: Nowhere 1/1
Rating: teen
Genre: angst, romance
Warnings: Contains some minor House/Cuddy.
Summary: He's been spinning his wheels all this time, getting nowhere.
A/N: Written for this prompt at [livejournal.com profile] hughvillefics. It's an unbeta-d oneshot set sometime before "Bombshells."

ETA again: I just realized the prompt post was locked. So for those who can't see it, the prompt was the song "Lips of an Angel," by Hinder.


Nowhere

ETA: If anyone wants to know the inspiration for the cabin in the story, you can see pictures here. I like to think of it as House and Cameron's mini retreat. (Or it will be when I fix it up.) :p

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