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House/Cameron Fic, "Cotton Candy Nights" 
8th-Jul-2007 03:03 pm
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This is for rara8777 for her birthday, I know it's a day late but let's pretend it's still 7/7/07! SHe wanted a House/Cameron story that involved something from the First Season, I chose to use "The Monster Truck Rally" as the House/Cameron moment.

I hope she and all of you enjoy, it's a little different for me to have written this, I hope it doesn't suck!

Title: Cotton Candy Nights
Author: calumfan 
POV: House, written in 2nd person
Rating: Hard PG-13, there is language
Summary: House asks Cameron to a Monster Truck Rally but it's not a date
Disclaimer: Not mine, if he was do you think I would be sharing him?

So you mean like a date?  That phrase constantly replayed in your mind since Allison Cameron uttered it from her pouty lips hours ago.  You wanted to scream YES! But that tiny voice inside, the one belonging to your heart that has been phased out more and more as you have grown older and bitterer, was struck silent by the always louder booming voice of your brain.  No, the coherent thing to do, the rational answer was Yeah except for the date part.

In all honesty if you hadn’t acquiesced to your pleasure cortex and numbed yourself with Vicoden you would have never offered to take Cameron in the first place.  It was too messy, too utterly insane; not that you didn’t want her on your arm and even in your bed because you did but she was half your age for Christ’s sake! But with one instant of temporary drug induced insanity your desire overruled all common sense.

Now as you sat at the edge of your bed, head hanging in your considerable palms you are dumbfounded by the inability to make even the simplest of decisions.  What should you wear, how should you act, how could you possibly treat her like a friend instead of the drop dead gorgeous creature that she was because this most certainly WASN’T a date?

You glanced at your cane propped up against the entrance to your room; yeah nothing said Sex Machine like a crippled middle aged misanthrope with a bitchin’ cane and gray thinning hair. Christ, when had you gotten so fucking old?

Hobbling over to said cane a voice from your night stand called out its siren song, Well hello love, come to Daddy. One then two pills found their way down your throat never considering that they were the cause of this whole mess in the first place.  A nap was required, you refused to show up early, you couldn’t look that needy so you crawled back into your mammoth bed and slept for 45 minutes.

Waking up refreshed but still nervous you really had to leave. You avoided the mirror that beckoned to you from the bathroom, no you weren’t going to give into your vanity, nope you were going to run your fingers through your hair instead of a comb, not shave and definitely NOT count the new wrinkles that screamed 46 year old bastard because damn it, this WAS NOT a date.

Shit. Suck it up Greg; take a couple more pills, Grave Digger awaits. Of course you did as you were told because the blissful oblivion that your fat white pills offered was immensely more appealing than relying on your charm and wit alone in dealing with your young, and remember that word young, fellow.

Cameron looked like a dream as she opened her door to the thump of your cane against the wood. Of course she didn’t need to know that you had actually been standing there for 10 minutes mustering the courage to knock, your fist never seemed to want to connect with the wood so you finally forced your cane to do the dirty work.

“H...Hi House.” She uttered nervously, pushing a strand of her silky brown hair behind her ear.  She had a habit of doing that when she was anxious, not that you paid THAT much attention to her, no it was just a little detail you committed to memory because you were thorough like that.

Cameron turned to lock the door and you allowed yourself a brief glimpse at her outfit as you had never seen her out of work clothes before, this was an important fact finding mission, one more piece to the puzzle of figuring her out.  With clinical detachment you observed the cotton of her baby doll top, the way it barely skimmed the top of her jeans offering a view of her no doubt soft and creamy toned tummy.  And the dark wash low riders she paired her top with, the way it settled on her dainty hips and caressed her ass like a lover, well being clinically detached and all, it had NO effect on you.  That groan that threatened to escape from low in your belly was because of the pain in your leg, the leg that after a butt load of pills seemed to stop aching, but yes, it was the pain.

Cameron drove because she offered and your mind was still a little fuzzy from the pills.  She was a decent driver and her seats super comfy.  You fiddled with the radio switching between stations as to not have to deal with embarrassing small talk until you settled on your song of choice, “Beast of Burden” by the Stones and closed your eyes allowing the beauty of the music to wash over you.  Cameron must have been at ease with your apprehension because she never took her eyes off the road the whole trip until you arrived at the destination.

The parking lot was packed but luckily you had your ace in the hole, your handicapped sticker because damn it, you were crippled and didn’t have to walk long distances. You pause at a souvenir stand on the way in, looking through the wares. 

“House!” you hear from behind so you turn and your breathing absolutely stops.  Cameron smiling, no scratch that, laughing playfully with a Grave Digger trucker hat perched atop her head.  You move fast closing the distance between you two and it’s now Cameron who’s no longer breathing but looking up at you with those damnable wide green eyes.  You’re going to kiss her, you’re sure of it and she’s waiting for it, her eyes mere slits and dewy lips parted. Instead you snatch the hat off her head, MINE! And pay the cashier.

The Monster Truck Rally is more fun than you had imagined, and Cameron is more enjoyable a partner than Jimmy ever is.  Poor Jimmy’s always worrying about leaving 15 minutes early to avoid traffic while Cameron on the other hand is absorbing the destruction before her with the glee of a 12 year old, which incidentally is about on grade level with your maturity.

Her endless questions are never a bother and it’s hard not to get caught up in her enthusiasm.  You even allow her to pull away first when she grips your hand in fear when Medusa nearly flips over and crashes. When the finale is over you don’t even want the night to end. Somehow you know that you will never see Cameron so light hearted and free again, hear that musical laughter from her mouth directed at you in pure amusement.  Of course you will blame the pills for this euphoria you feel.

On the way to the car you spot a vendor with cotton candy, that would most certainly hit the spot about now especially mixed with the peanuts, slaw dogs and cherry flavored slushies you’ve already consumed tonight.  Cameron balks at the suggestion but you can tell by the look in her eye that she doesn’t mean it.  Clutching her hand you drag her over to the line with all the other kids.

A little carrot top in front of you turns and starts poking at your cane with the Popsicle stuck to his chubby fingers.  “Why you got that Mister?  You old or something.” He asks, damn it where is this brat’s mother?  He’s going to get kid germs all over you.

“Nope, got my leg shot when I was escaping prison.” You answer fixing him with your most menacing stare and chuckle when the child quickly sides up to his Mommy.

Cameron punches your arm and tries unsuccessfully to stifle a smile when the ginger boy’s mother looks your way.  “Come on.” Cameron says as she hands you a stick of fluffy pink sugar.

Yours is instantly disposed of and you begin to eyeball Cameron’s.  The two of you laugh as you point out the maladies of the people around you.  You have more than once noticed men Cameron’s age starting to approach her with disbelief as you silently mark her as yours.  If it would be more effective you would piss in a circle around the two of you because right now, at this very moment Cameron is yours, her smiles, her laughter, even her cotton candy belong to you and everyone around can sense it. With a sense of male pride you pluck Cameron’s sugary confection from her and feast on it, she grins and you know that spontaneous beaming from her body is for you and you alone and it makes you want to be HER man.

She pulls her car into a spot outside her building, sighing as she turns of the engine.  There is an uncomfortable silence while neither of you move.  There is so much you want to do, to say.  Please let me come up with you, let me stay the night, let me fuck your brains out, let’s do this again. Or maybe a good night kiss, a night cap, anything, you just don’t want the magic of this evening to end.

“Well…” Cameron is the first to speak, her hand resting against the handle of her door.  “Tonight was fun.”

A yeah is all you can manage.  Real smooth Casanova!

Cameron is the first to get out of the vehicle and you follow suit, damn there goes the hair tuck behind the ear again, “I guess I’ll see you at work then.”

She’s looking at you expectantly, she’s yours all you have to do is say GO!

Yeah, see you at work is all you say and then head to your car never looking back.  Your heart is aching, you’re pretty sure there is a tear in the muscle but your brain is back in charge now, the drugs have worn off.  You were allowed this one moment of temporary happiness but now you remember this wasn't a date afterall.


8th-Jul-2007 07:54 pm (UTC)

Loved his inner turmoil, because I'm positive that he always has that good/evil fight when it comes to her and giving in.

Loved the little part about Wilson always wanting to leave early to miss traffic; it was very Wilson-like.

9th-Jul-2007 02:20 am (UTC)
LOL, yes very Wilson-like :D

I'm glad you liked it, a little departure for me. I wrote this remembering once that Jennifer said Hugh plays a lot of House's scenes in dealing with Cameron with emotions in turnmoil underneath. That paired with his attitude prior to their actual date.

It was fun to write and I actually even enjoy reading it. is that vain?
8th-Jul-2007 07:55 pm (UTC)
9th-Jul-2007 02:21 am (UTC)
Thank you, hughsbeautiful is amazing isn't she?!
8th-Jul-2007 08:31 pm (UTC)
Totally fell in love with them in this fic. Lovely, lovely work! And a very nice birthday present indeed.

Great job!!

9th-Jul-2007 02:22 am (UTC)
Thank you, it's a little different and not smutty but a fun little diddy I hope!
8th-Jul-2007 08:48 pm (UTC)
This was FABULOUS. Thank you SO MUCH!! :D
9th-Jul-2007 02:23 am (UTC)
Oh I so hoped you would like this. I wasn't sure where it was going when i started writing it at work on Friday but it just kind of evolved to this when I finished today after the monster migraine.

So you really liked it? I so hope so!
8th-Jul-2007 09:27 pm (UTC)
You completely made me love House in this fic all over again. The inner-struggle going on in this is very believable, along with him being territorial over Cam. Fabulous writing, too!

Well done. :)
9th-Jul-2007 02:24 am (UTC)
Thank you, I tried to block out this entire 3rd season when i wrote this.

For some reason I can totally picture House like this. He is afterall a 12 year old trapped in an adult body :D
8th-Jul-2007 10:14 pm (UTC)
I am speechless with happiness about this little fic. It's so perfectly House, trying to blame everything on the pills and his little burst of possessiveness. Especially this:

If it would be more effective you would piss in a circle around the two of you because right now, at this very moment Cameron is yours, her smiles, her laughter, even her cotton candy belong to you and everyone around can sense it.

Hee! Love it.
9th-Jul-2007 02:26 am (UTC)
I'm so happy you liked it. I enjoyed writing House as playful and insecure. I wasn't sure how it was going to be received so I am super excited it's been liked by people :D

PS. I SO could see House acting possesive like that :)
8th-Jul-2007 10:26 pm (UTC)
This was just... *sigh*... very very nice. It was refreshing, even though it didn't end the way we all would like for it to end. It's rare to see insights into House's thoughts where he's feeling so insecure and possessive at the same time.

she grins and you know that spontaneous beaming from her body is for you and you alone and it makes you want to be HER man.

I swear my heart literally ached when I read this line. Honestly, I think if a man ever said that to me (especially if he looked like Hugh) and sincerely meant it, I'd have to turn bisexual. :p

A wonderful one shot, made from a wonderful moment in canon.
9th-Jul-2007 02:29 am (UTC)
I'm so happy you liked it. I usually have a difficult tie writing House but this just flowed perfectly. I honestly think the amazing acting of Hugh Laurie shows that there is more to House than mets the eye especially in Season 1 and 2, I do hope they return him to that form.

And I believe Hugh could turn any gender into a quivering mass of jelo just with a look ;)
9th-Jul-2007 05:29 am (UTC)
YES!!! I love this SO much :D

If it would be more effective you would piss in a circle around the two of you because right now, at this very moment Cameron is yours

LOLOL that was seriously one of my favorite lines

Please let me come up with you, let me stay the night, let me fuck your brains out, let’s do this again.

::sigh:: Why couldn't it have happened that way?

Well, fingers crossed for next season :D

oh yeah, this was AWESOME!!!!!!

9th-Jul-2007 06:56 pm (UTC)
So glad you liked it!!! It was a change of pace for me but I really enjoyed writing it. It flowed pretty much immediately when i started up again. I had originally had another way for this to go but my muse had other ideas, she's a harsh master I swear!

That pissing line was so House I couldn't NOT add it in the story :P
9th-Jul-2007 07:03 pm (UTC)
Jesus woman, it was f*****g brilliant!!!! Adored it. I always thought he regretted immediately when asked her out to the non date. I'm sure he cursed himself afterwards, and didn't even know if he wanted to get into that mess.
That goes right into the memories...*nods*
9th-Jul-2007 10:59 pm (UTC)
You got into House's head so perfectly. Wow
10th-Jul-2007 05:09 am (UTC)
Wow! Lovely stuff, hon! What a fabulous glimpse of what was going through House's mind on that *cough*date*cough*! That last line was such a tear-jerker, and a perfect ending. *happy sigh*
12th-Jul-2007 08:51 am (UTC)
fantastic fic! I just watched this ep again and it really fits in perfectly.
I loved how you wrote House!
13th-Jul-2007 02:31 am (UTC)

The good old days.


This fic was excellent. Made me relive the S1 magic all over again. And more importantly, made me forget S3 completely while I was reading it. Fantastic!
13th-Jul-2007 02:56 am (UTC)
Wonderful wonderful! And so true that she would never be so careless and relaxed with him again...
13th-Jul-2007 05:07 am (UTC)
once again proved House's such a stubborn self-destructive arse. Recently, I dug out one of Hugh's old writing on House M.D. (season 1)"He's the phantom of the operating Suite."

"Now I was worried the same thing might happen to me, and it nearly did - feeling grumpy one day about I can't remember what, I turned on my heel and strode huffily into a glass wall that had been reinstalled without my noticing. Jennifer Morrison laughed until she hurt herself, and we both went to Vancouver General for stitches. Luckily it was on a Friday, and I healed like a wild thing over the weekend. People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw tantrums."

I think this would be a great RFP topic between Hugh and Jen. I am a huge fan of yours, would I be expecting any new chapters on "Giving In" anytime soon. Your works are highly appreciated especially during these 4+ months without House.
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