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So Open Your Mouth, Stick Out Your Tongue
Title: Behind Closed Doors
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plazmah
Rating: PG
Fandom(s): House MD
Pairing(s): Wilson/Cameron
Summary: Three times Wilson has offered her comfort, and three times they've gone to a place where they should not go.
Notes: Spoilers for episode 3x11 - Words And Deeds. I don't own House MD or any of the characters. Sorry for the abrupt ending. I suck at conclusions. Thanks towasabi_girl1 for the beta.
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i
He comes to her apartment, wanting to win her back. And to apologize. For what, exactly, he's not sure. For House, for Vogler, for this whole messy situation that they all find themselves entangled in. He knows House doesn't want to hire a replacement, that he wants Cameron back. He stands on her doorstep, wondering if he can get through to her in a way that House just can't. The man isn't exactly a people person. She opens the door and the first thing he notices is that her apartment is exactly as House described it; meticulously organized, like those houses you see in magazines. The second thing he notices is that she's holding a nearly empty glass of red wine. She sways slightly and smiles, unable to hide the slight bitterness in her eyes. He tries to apologize, but she doesn't take it, telling him in a too loud voice that he's the last person on the face of the earth who should be apologizing to her. He's never seen her like this, self-destructive and manic, and it's quite possible that she senses his desire to comfort her, because she invites him in.
Three glasses of wine later (for each of them) and two House related rants later (just from Cameron), she methodically puts her drink down on the coffee table and pulls him towards her by the collar of his shirt, crashing her lips against his in a mess of unshed tears and alcohol. He doesn't kiss her back, but he doesn't pull away either. In fact, his hands somehow migrate to her hips, but he tries to convince himself later that he had been about to push her away. She breaks the kiss a split second later, looking just as drunk and angry as before, and Wilson knows he has to leave before things get even messier than they already are.
ii
The rumours that she had slept with Chase hadn't been enough to warrant another surprise visit. But they had that conversation about ethics and cheating and actions, and he found himself walking with her through the parking lot, much in the same way they had when House's parents had visited. They never talked about the kiss, the one they pretended had never happened. Maybe they were both pretending that they had been too drunk to remember. But when she asks if he'd like to hang out at her place for a couple hours, she looks at him sheepishly and murmurs that this time, she'll watch how much she drinks. Wilson isn't quite sure what to think. House can read him all too well, and he has a sneaking suspicion that he already knows what happened without either of them telling him.
She does end up watching how much she drinks. Which makes things that much more difficult to deal with when her eyes are piercing his, considering and filled with misguided affection that he doesn't deserve. But she's still broken and he wants to fix her, if only for a moment or a night. He lets her kiss him again, his eyes closed as her fingertips brush against his face, through the fabric of his shirt, resting on his knees. And he kisses her back, because he knows that's what she needs in this moment. He knows he should feel bad about this, and he does, but not as bad as he knows he should feel for betraying his wife. But this doesn't feel like a betrayal; this is healing and holding and helping, and it's the only thing he does well.
Cameron pulls away this time, and he sees the awareness in her eyes. She's always been the one with unshakable morals; when she says that they've crossed a line that should never have been crossed, he simply nods, takes his coat, and leaves.
iii
She drops by his office, passing along some files that Cuddy wanted her to deliver to him (she says this with an eye-roll, as if being reduced to a messenger irks her). He wants to be polite, and asks if she or Foreman or Chase have talked to House and checked up on him. Her answers are short, for she's clearly confused and conflicted by this sudden turn of events. She's always pretending to be stronger than she really is, and Wilson wonders for a moment how the she managed to get through medical school (hell, life for that matter) without crumbling.
They talk about House, because House is what they always talk about, tying them together the same way veterans from World War II are tied together by the scars of their experience. They talk about House as if he is a never-ending battle they need to endure, which for all intents and purposes he probably is. But when he hesitantly mentions that House apologized to him, her eyes go wide with amazement and the conversation dives into silence. A faint sheen of hope is glistening in her eyes now, and this is how they differ, what makes the way they fall together so difficult. They care about each other and they care about House, but Cameron is not a skeptic. She believes in blacks and whites, straight-edged lines that cut between yes and no, between wrong and right. Wilson knows better, knows that life is a mishmash of greys.
House falls somewhere in between the two of them, living life in black and white while tricking everyone into thinking that his is a life of chaos and unpredictability, greys to the extreme.
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Author:
plazmahRating: PG
Fandom(s): House MD
Pairing(s): Wilson/Cameron
Summary: Three times Wilson has offered her comfort, and three times they've gone to a place where they should not go.
Notes: Spoilers for episode 3x11 - Words And Deeds. I don't own House MD or any of the characters. Sorry for the abrupt ending. I suck at conclusions. Thanks to
wasabi_girl1 for the beta.---------------------------
i
He comes to her apartment, wanting to win her back. And to apologize. For what, exactly, he's not sure. For House, for Vogler, for this whole messy situation that they all find themselves entangled in. He knows House doesn't want to hire a replacement, that he wants Cameron back. He stands on her doorstep, wondering if he can get through to her in a way that House just can't. The man isn't exactly a people person. She opens the door and the first thing he notices is that her apartment is exactly as House described it; meticulously organized, like those houses you see in magazines. The second thing he notices is that she's holding a nearly empty glass of red wine. She sways slightly and smiles, unable to hide the slight bitterness in her eyes. He tries to apologize, but she doesn't take it, telling him in a too loud voice that he's the last person on the face of the earth who should be apologizing to her. He's never seen her like this, self-destructive and manic, and it's quite possible that she senses his desire to comfort her, because she invites him in.
Three glasses of wine later (for each of them) and two House related rants later (just from Cameron), she methodically puts her drink down on the coffee table and pulls him towards her by the collar of his shirt, crashing her lips against his in a mess of unshed tears and alcohol. He doesn't kiss her back, but he doesn't pull away either. In fact, his hands somehow migrate to her hips, but he tries to convince himself later that he had been about to push her away. She breaks the kiss a split second later, looking just as drunk and angry as before, and Wilson knows he has to leave before things get even messier than they already are.
ii
The rumours that she had slept with Chase hadn't been enough to warrant another surprise visit. But they had that conversation about ethics and cheating and actions, and he found himself walking with her through the parking lot, much in the same way they had when House's parents had visited. They never talked about the kiss, the one they pretended had never happened. Maybe they were both pretending that they had been too drunk to remember. But when she asks if he'd like to hang out at her place for a couple hours, she looks at him sheepishly and murmurs that this time, she'll watch how much she drinks. Wilson isn't quite sure what to think. House can read him all too well, and he has a sneaking suspicion that he already knows what happened without either of them telling him.
She does end up watching how much she drinks. Which makes things that much more difficult to deal with when her eyes are piercing his, considering and filled with misguided affection that he doesn't deserve. But she's still broken and he wants to fix her, if only for a moment or a night. He lets her kiss him again, his eyes closed as her fingertips brush against his face, through the fabric of his shirt, resting on his knees. And he kisses her back, because he knows that's what she needs in this moment. He knows he should feel bad about this, and he does, but not as bad as he knows he should feel for betraying his wife. But this doesn't feel like a betrayal; this is healing and holding and helping, and it's the only thing he does well.
Cameron pulls away this time, and he sees the awareness in her eyes. She's always been the one with unshakable morals; when she says that they've crossed a line that should never have been crossed, he simply nods, takes his coat, and leaves.
iii
She drops by his office, passing along some files that Cuddy wanted her to deliver to him (she says this with an eye-roll, as if being reduced to a messenger irks her). He wants to be polite, and asks if she or Foreman or Chase have talked to House and checked up on him. Her answers are short, for she's clearly confused and conflicted by this sudden turn of events. She's always pretending to be stronger than she really is, and Wilson wonders for a moment how the she managed to get through medical school (hell, life for that matter) without crumbling.
They talk about House, because House is what they always talk about, tying them together the same way veterans from World War II are tied together by the scars of their experience. They talk about House as if he is a never-ending battle they need to endure, which for all intents and purposes he probably is. But when he hesitantly mentions that House apologized to him, her eyes go wide with amazement and the conversation dives into silence. A faint sheen of hope is glistening in her eyes now, and this is how they differ, what makes the way they fall together so difficult. They care about each other and they care about House, but Cameron is not a skeptic. She believes in blacks and whites, straight-edged lines that cut between yes and no, between wrong and right. Wilson knows better, knows that life is a mishmash of greys.
House falls somewhere in between the two of them, living life in black and white while tricking everyone into thinking that his is a life of chaos and unpredictability, greys to the extreme.
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PS - Bond is freakin' awesome. I only have Explosive by them, but I've listened to others on Youtube.
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Completely agreeee! :D
Good work Smi. I didn't actually read it, because I beta-ed it. ;)
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OMG Bond! *loves* I have awesome memories of dancing with a bunch of girls at a salsa club in London with that song playing in the background, good times. :) I only have Samba and another awesome song called Quixote, but I'll get Explosive too now that I know of it. :)
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(Anonymous) 2007-03-31 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)You're right about the abrupt ending.
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