naika7

May is a House/Cameron month

2009-05-03T17:42:10Z

When you see this post a House/Cameron quote to your journal.

Cameron: You’re doing this because you can’t deal with your feelings for me.

House: I believe that you are the only one to express feelings. And if we’re going to look at this from a first-year psych point-of-view, maybe you want me to fire you. Maybe that’s why you’re acting weird. You...

Cameron: You’re the one being different! You’re always pushing things, pushing the rules, pushing us, but not this time. You just jumped on this idea like a life raft. Not one question about what else it could be, no riding us for other answers.

House: I have the answer.

Cameron: Then why aren’t you watching TV? Or playing your damn Game Boy, or whatever else you have fun doing by yourself? Maybe I should just quit. Make it easy for everyone.

House: Maybe you should.

In this scene I love intense Cameron and speechless House :)

Fic: Cosmic Future

2009-04-18T16:19:43Z

Author:naika7
Title: Cosmic Future 1/2
Rating: R
Type: in the middle
Characters: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: Betaed by the wonderful jlneveloff Set after Simple Explanation and before Saviors

Warm bed, a warmer body next to her, arms wrapped around her waist. She wants to keep kissing him, but it’s morning and it’s time to wake up. She carefully slips out of his grasp and surprisingly, he doesn’t stir. She resists an urge to press her lips to his one last time, but it’s not her place anymore. To hell with the bra, she puts on her black sleeveless dress still sitting on the bed. The long zipper down her back poses a problem now, but it was so easily dealt with yesterday. In fact, it all started with the zipper…no, it started with a drink…or maybe a suicide.
She shakes it off and picking up her shoes by the door, sneaks out of his apartment.

He knows that she is leaving; he knows that she feels guilty. He doesn’t. He feels proud and he feels better; the fact surprises him, but doesn’t frighten him. He knows he wants her now…and before. It takes this one night to make a decision. She is his and she will know it.

***
He is there…at the funeral.
He stands outside, leaning on an old oak tree and stares at the smoke with a blank expression. Less the cane, he looks so surreal, surrounded by vast green space, so in tune with the world. She is the only one who sees him; he notices her eyes on him and winks causing a hint of a smile to appear on her face.
She feels Chase breath down her neck. She doesn’t know what makes her resent him in this moment. Chase, too, knows death. He can relate, but it is now that she feels his love too strongly; it is now that she knows the pressure to return it, to lean on him. She can’t…and she tried. Instead, she turns to the black hole. Yes, that’s how she sees him today. Her all-consuming, destructive cosmic maelstrom. It’s inevitable, she is drawn…sucked in…whatever you want to call it.
She tells Chase she is not feeling well and curses herself for not driving her own car. It takes a while to persuade him that she doesn’t need help.
It’s alright…she knows House will be waiting. She puts on her huge sunglasses and walks around the building straight towards House’s car, which is in the back parking lot. The engine is running, she gets in fast and lowers her head.

“Drive!”

“Ooh, romantic! Where to?”

“Anywhere, ok?”

He takes an alley to get out of the lot and jumps onto a freeway. She is silent, still contemplating the reasons for her actions. Screw it. If she is eloping, she will do it right!

“Go to a bar.”

They end up at a liquor store instead. She buys a bottle of tequila and pouts when she doesn’t find limes.

“We can go to a real store, you know?” House remarks.

“There is no time.”

House seems amused, watching her from a distance. She knows she is very transparent at that particular moment, but she doesn’t care. She is now ready to grieve for Kutner…(and her husband).

They head to his apartment. In fact, he doesn’t ask her this time, he just drives. They sit down on his couch. She pulls out the bottle from a paper bag and waits for him to bring the shot glasses. He comes back with a bottle of scotch and plastic cups. Doing it frat style? Fine. When the liquid is poured and ready for consumption, she sits there for a moment staring.

“So let’s do this. What was his name?”

She looks up puzzled.

“It’s about your ex-husband right? You want to talk. So talk. What was his name and favourite color? His spot in the park?”

She knocks the first one back like a pro. She hasn’t had tequila in a long time and it reminds her of med school. House sips his drink and continues staring.

She looks at him, really looks at him. This broken man, bags under his eyes, desperately holding on to his next puzzle…he’s got life in him yet, but what can she take? What can he give her tonight, how can he help? She doesn’t know why it’s him that she has chosen to share with…or maybe she is not sharing at all. Maybe she wants him to share, to reach out to her. She is comfortable when people depend on her to be their steady shoulder. But he is not budging…What is this all about anyway? It’s possibly about her husband after all, about House and her husband…and Kutner…

“I don’t want you to die,” she blurts out. Her voice is high-pitched and broken. She’s got tears on her face, fingers still tight around the cup. And she is crying, realizing her real motivation…the truth underneath her truth. She doesn’t want to lose him, she is selfish and she can’t stop herself. Her hands on her face; she is sobbing uncontrollably. If she knew this before, she never would have come here.

House is frightened, he stares at her, glued to his chair, motionless. The heaviness, the space between them is gone. She has torn down the barriers unwillingly and without turning back. He sees her…just this once. The window is closing, his opportunity is now, and his clarity is all he’s got. But he doesn’t move…

She doesn’t expect him to comfort her. She sees fear in his eyes and she thinks she has never seen him caught so off guard. Her sobs quiet down and she makes herself get up.

Staring in the bathroom mirror, she can’t believe her breakdown…and she can’t believe her truth. She crouches over the sink, hands on either side and observes the running water. She has been worried all these years, but she has been strong and it’s now that she can’t stand seeing him like this anymore…it’s unfair and useless and..

And she feels his lips on the back of her neck. He comes up from behind and grabs her waist. He gently traces a path down to her shoulder. She looks up in the mirror and there he is, it’s not a mirage. Her eyes flutter shut and she flies high and fast. The zipper…here goes the zipper of her dress, he pulls it down so slow that the crunchy sound it makes is forever embedded in her memory. He carefully runs his hand along her spine, tenderly reaches the curve of her waist and brings his hand to the front to trace circles around her belly button.

He’s got such a hold on her.

Her hips press against the sink and she can’t wait to turn around, to have him right inside her. He reaches her jaw with his lips from behind and she does her best to turn around and kiss him. She catches just a taste. She grinds her hips against his length and the dress is not thin enough. Not being able to withstand the torture any longer, she turns to face him and instantly captures his mouth. Her hungry tempo is a contrast to his slow seductive pace, but the next thing she knows he backs her up against the sink with great force steadying himself with a hand on the mirror. His fingers go up her thigh and underneath her dress. She can’t wait for him to touch her.

When they make it to the bedroom, she can’t tell how many times she comes and whether she does or not because her whole body is filled with luscious sensation all the time. She is glad she only had one shot; this dance is so much more explosive. Her skin responds to every touch, her mouth begs for attention.

Her favorite place in the world is right there…underneath him. That’s the thought she goes to sleep with.

She wakes up with something completely different on her mind.

***
It’s raining again; it has been raining for three days straight since the funeral. The weather does nothing to upset her though, sun wouldn’t make her happy either. She doesn’t feel any particular emotion and is tired of trying to figure out what is real. House has been by to see her every day this week, every time alluding to their night of passion ever so slightly.

It doesn’t help seeing him in his dark obnoxious glory; he continues to be her unspeakable anchor.

There is no future for them in this universe. And she decides to avoid him.

***
That’s until she finds a cold rock in a wooden drawer…

Fic: His Mosaic

2009-03-28T22:27:13Z

Author:naika7
Title: His Mosaic
Rating: PG
Type: in the middle
Characters: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: missing scene from 5.18 "Here Kitty." House, Cameron and the puss :) Betaed by the wonderful jlneveloff Part of From Deep To Shallow series of missing scenes.

Scene from 5.15 "The Greater Good" here
Scene from 5.16 "The Softer Side" here
Scene from 5.17 "The Social Contract" here

“Here puss, puss, puss.”

The team continued searching for Debbie the Ghost Whisperer in the hospital courtyard. Thirteen and Foreman looked around reluctantly while Taub and Kutner did most of the hunting. House wondered off around the corner and saw the missing cat purring at Cameron’s feet. The blonde kneeled and stroked the kitty’s back whispering sweet nothings in its ear, while it rubbed against her calves.

House watched them from a few feet away not wanting to disturb the peaceful scene. Cameron’s voice was very soft and it sounded like she was the one actually purring. He rarely saw her smile so sincerely.

“Look at you, you are so pretty. Are you lost, kitty? You are lost, my poor baby.”

House couldn’t help but smile at the marvel of domesticated Cameron and he noticed that the cat had finally stopped wiggling its tail.

“Oh no, Dr. Cameron you are going to die!” Kutner yelled from behind House.

“Idiot,” House growled rolling his eyes, angry at the interruption.

Cameron stood up lifting the cat, which hid its face in the crook of her neck as if begging not to let go.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s got this huge cat phobia that I am trying to cure by exposing him to cats. Now, be a good boy and take the puss from the kind doctor.”

Terrified, Kutner stepped closer and the cat hissed at him, clawing into Cameron’s skin.

“Alright, alright. I’ll just keep her for a while,” Cameron said.

“We’ll be in your office,” Kutner almost ran looking sheepishly back at Cameron.

They were right outside the ER entrance and Cameron wore a plastic cover up ready to deal with gory amounts of blood.

“What are you doing out here?” House asked.

“I am waiting for a trauma patient. Paramedics called with an ETA of three minutes, multiple GSWs to the chest. That was five minutes ago. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“All this ER jargon is really sexy,” House said sitting down on a bench.

“Shut up,” Cameron smiled and joined him, petting Debbie while she rested. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cat person.”

“Why not? They are independent, grouchy, rarely need attention- perfect for my bachelor lifestyle.”

“Exactly, so perfect that you’d love having it around and you can’t afford getting used to something or someone like that, can you?”

House looked at his cane.

“Fine, point taken. So, do you believe a cat can predict someone’s death?”

“Wait, is this the cat from the news? Oh, you sweet baby, you are so smart aren’t you?”

“That’s flattering Cameron, but you aren’t helping.”

They both smiled as Cameron looked up from the kitty. House felt her warmth very acutely, Cameron’s softness in this moment tingled his senses. It worried him.

“Of course I don’t believe it, there must be some other explanation. Otherwise, this means I am dying in a couple of minutes.”

Debbie did look extra relaxed with Cameron, her eyes were closed, paws tucked underneath the chin, tail comfortably wrapped around the little body. After being carried around all day in a duffle bag, the kitty was finally exhausted.

“I think she genuinely likes you,” House said.

At this time, loud sirens could be heard in the courtyard and an ambulance pulled in.

“Here,” Cameron gently transferred Debbie onto House’s lap and ran to help the patient.

House observed her quick and confident moves, her dynamic and bold responses. She was a hard-ass again and he was proud of his girl. He realized that there was still so much he didn’t know about Cameron. She was like a mosaic; her shine depended on the angle that the light fell at. So many kinds of beauty in her, so many kinds of strength.

Debbie remained asleep and he decided not to move for a couple more minutes.

“Just you and me again, little puss.”

Video: "Living in a world without you" House/Cameron

2009-03-23T01:28:36Z

Just wanted to post this vid at my LJ too.

The story is this. House and Cameron are together for a while, then they fight and leave things up in the air. Meanwhile, working with her House becomes paranoid about Cameron lying to him and getting involved with other men. He gets very angry.
Cameron tries to straighten things up, comes to his house, but is not successful.
Nevertheless Cameron is the only thing House can think about. Is it a happy end? We don't know.

Song by The Rasmus "Living in a world without you."

Fic: Easy to Say

2009-03-16T23:28:00Z

Author:naika7
Title: Easy to Say
Rating: PG
Type: in the middle
Characters: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: missing scene from 5.17 "The Social Contract." House comes to the ER to look for Chase.
Part of the From Deep To Shallow series of missing scenes.

Scene from 5.15 "The Greater Good" here
Scene from 5.16 "The Softer Side" here

He looked worried, she thought, lost even. He scanned the room nervously, searching for her, but the peculiar thing was that she stood right in front of him. He was so agitated he didn’t notice her until she said something.

“House!” Cameron exclaimed trying to get his attention. “What’s wrong?”

He turned around quickly and stepped closer.

“Where is your fiancée slash loser slash wombat?”

“Not my fiancée. Not a loser,” she paused and smiled “Okay, maybe a wombat. What do you need him for?”

House looked at her long and hard as if debating whether to tell her something.

“Nothing. Can you put aside your selfish need to stick your nose into everything and tell me where he is?”

“Hmm. Feisty today,” Cameron was amused. “The only reason I am asking is because Chase hasn’t really been a fan of yours, especially lately. Plus today a patient died on his table, so I really doubt he’ll be in the mood to hand out favors.”

Cameron narrowed her eyes, examining his reaction.

“And that’s what you want, isn’t it? A favor.”

“Well I wouldn’t put it that way. I just want him to do something.”

Cameron rolled her eyes.

“Potay-to. Potah-to. Tell me what it is and I’ll help you find him.”

“Look at you, protecting your beau from unnecessary mental exhaustion,” House smirked. “I want him to talk his Department Head neurosurgeon into removing the patient’s tumor from the hypothalamus.”

“He won’t do it.”

“But this patient, he is sick…”

“And…”

House was on edge, his voice raised above the noise of the ER.

“And he wants to have a normal life…

Cameron was about to ask him, but he went on.

“…. without the emptiness and lonely existence. He wants to stop pushing away people he cares about. He wants to have relationships and meaning and intimacy. He wants to at least pretend that he is happy just because he makes someone else happy. Wants to feel, wants to live, wants to play racquetball…”

He cut himself off.

Cameron couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face. He was talking about the patient. He was talking about himself. He was wallowing. It didn’t make him re-evaluate, didn’t make him change, but he cared about someone falling into the same trap. For him, the trap was home; he found comfort in pain, in the constant lack of space. There was nothing above him, only below.

“If you tell Chase this, he will make the surgery happen.”

Cameron stared at him a little longer, while he looked at his cane avoiding her gaze. She thought he looked ashamed, but, come on, who was she kidding? He was just mad at himself for slipping.

“Locker room,” she finally said.

House didn’t move for a while as if he didn’t hear. Then he looked up and his eyes said nothing.

“Yeah, okay.”

He walked away. He always does even if he stays in the same place.

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Fic: Just Soft Enough

2009-02-25T00:53:23Z

Author:naika7
Title: Just Soft Enough
Rating: PG
Type: in the middle
Characters: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: missing scene from 5.16 "The Softer Side." Second scene part of the From Deep To Shallow series. First one can be found here

House straightened up his suit as the elevator door opened and walked into the ER…yes, walked..not limped. He scanned the room for a blonde with gorgeous green eyes and a perfect little body, not that you could see it under the scrubs, but House had very well-developed imagination. He spotted Cameron hurrying out of the lounge, nose buried in a file.

“Hey!” he stopped a few feet away.

Cameron looked up and her eyes widened. She seductively trailed a path from his polished shoes to his clean-shaven face. House got ready for a complement….

“Are you about to ask me to prom?”

…which never came.

She returned her attention to the file and headed towards Curtain Two. House followed her, which was much easier and faster in his new cane-less condition.

“So, how do I look?”

“You look fine.”

Cameron pressed a stethoscope to a woman’s chest and urged her to breathe.

“Fine?”

“Yes,” she responded, writing something down. “Good, now I need to take your pressure,” she told the patient who was alarmingly quiet.

“What if I go back to my previous rock star look? How about then?”

“You’d look fine then too,” Cameron continued tending to the elderly woman. She was now examining her pancreas and liver.

“Wilson and Cuddy seem to think this the better version, that I should embrace the normalcy…”

“Does it hurt?”

“Well it’s a predictable reaction, it’s just…”

Cameron turned around to address him.

“House, I was talking to the patient,” her hands were on the woman’s stomach, which House only then noticed.

“Oh, okay. I’ll just wait out there,” he pointed towards the main desk and left Cameron to her doctoring.

Five minutes later she slid the curtain open and stepped out.

“I’ll send someone to get your blood, Mrs. Shumacher.”

She walked over to the station and gave the file to a nurse.

“I need CBC and blood cultures drawn from her.”

Cameron then leaned back on the counter, relaxed one leg in front of the other and folded arms in the front. Meanwhile House scooted closer to her.

“I get it. You don’t care.”

“Oh I care. You knew that, you still know that. It doesn’t make a difference. You will do what you want.”

“Oh yeah and you wouldn’t try to stop me now. I forgot.”

“Yep, exactly.”

They stood like this for a minute. Their sleeves touching, they faced the chaos of women, men and children taking their roles in the theatre, which was ER in that moment, right then.

“Still, I just need a tie breaker here. It’s two for two right now.”

Cameron smiled. House was heavy enough to weigh for two.

“Listen, when it comes to you I am biased…”

“Still?”

“Still,” Cameron paused smiling. “You could grow a huge beard, bushy eyebrows and walk around in a Renaissance costume all day, you’d still be fine to me…”she continued staring into the crowd “…more than fine actually.”

She looked up at him and smiled.

“So, see, I am not the right person to ask about this.”

“Alright, I’ll be on a look out for bright green tights.”

Cameron headed back to work her ponytail swaying as she walked.

Little did she know, she was exactly the right person to ask.

As the elevator door closed, House took off the blue tie that itched him. The bit of skin above his collarbone and a foolish grin on his face indicated the return of super fine House the grouch.

Fic: From deep to shallow

2009-02-21T05:49:12Z

Author:naika7
Title: From deep to shallow
Rating: PG
Type: angst to fluff
Characters: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: post-ep or missing scene from "Unfaithful." Betaed by jlneveloff , thanks a thousand, my friend.

New friendships were always demanding. She did her best with this new relationship she found herself in; she could be a decent friend. Why not? Cameron let out a sigh of relief though when she saw that her next visitor was much more familiar to her.

She continued filling out the charts. Sometimes she cursed herself for being so responsible. Her shift ended hours ago and she still needed to get ready.

She felt him walk around the counter and slump into a chair beside her. He reclined and put his feet up onto the opposite side of the table. She looked back at him and met his eyes. He was tired. She wasn't sure what he was doing here, so she just kept working in silence. In a couple of minutes she heard a mild snore; House had dozed off and looked quite at peace with his mouth half open and arms folded in the front clutching his cane. She smiled at the sight, sipped her coffee and continued turning the pages. His rhythmic breaths were a welcome soundtrack to her tedious labor.

About twenty minutes later, she sensed him stir.

"Damn, this chair is uncomfortable!" his voice groggy and so adorable.

Cameron remembered the last time she was there when House woke up. She barely stopped herself from touching his smooth, sleepy face then. Greg House at his softest; for a couple of seconds, he was a gentle, completely open and vulnerable human being. She'd love to torture him every morning, pinching and kissing his cheeks, neck, eyes...Wait..What? Back to reality.

"Well, it wasn't bought with your work ethic in mind," Cameron answered and observed him while he looked around, disoriented and tiredly rubbed his face.

"What are you still doing here anyway? Don't you have a Bar Mitzva to go to?"

"It's not a Bar Mitz...Hold on, you know that," Cameron rolled her eyes. "I was right about the priest by the way. His drunken stupor caused the hallucination.”

"Yeah. I hoped for small case, but I guess these overrated, mind-boggling, one in a million diseases are just drawn to me."

"I would've dismissed him."

"Anyone would."

"Yeah. Cuddy said that already."

Cameron’s back was turned to House, but even without looking she felt a chill come down her spine. A heavy silence suddenly landed between them. She turned around to face him and found his intense stare. Was that anger she was reading?

"What did you tell her?"

Of course he knew she couldn't help herself from passing on her wisdom; couldn't just be an indifferent bystander, she had to try and do good.

"That she should tell you how she feels."

He kept staring, Cameron couldn’t tell whether he disapproved or was alarmed.

"What a stupid thing to do! For you, especially."

"Ok, I am going to ignore that last part. What's stupid is the way you two have been acting lately. If you like each other, you should..."

"We should, huh? Wouldn't bother you?"

"House, that's unfair!"

"You wouldn't wonder 'Why her and not me?' 'Why couldn't he wait?' 'Why couldn't he fight a little bit longer? 'Why did she give up on me?'"

"She? Are we still talking about..."

House sighed and rocked back in his chair, stomping his cane on the floor.

"Both you and Wilson enjoy pushing Cuddy and me together. Like it's the right thing, like it's something that would bring happiness and joy..."

Cameron realized that he has thought about this and now she was going to hear his conclusions. It stung her of course that there was this whole House world she wasn't a part of; it bothered her how little of his time and mind she occupied now. But she would rather take this. Now. Hear his thoughts, be his outlet into the normal, without trickery or unwanted feelings, without fear of restraint or disappointment.

"...There is a reason why we didn't work out before. There is a reason why I resist it now. It's just not done this way, it’s not for us, it’s not between us.”

It’s between someone else and they are just trying to repeat the moves, to gravitate into something…something they don’t have. She knew it. She got it. No need to explain, but he went on…She wasn’t sure who she needed to be for him at the moment. She just was.

“The two of us, we are the same. After a brief clash we repel. It’s like eating peanut butter with….peanut butter. You will eat it when there is nothing else in the fridge except two jars of peanut butter and a can of tuna. But you’ll vomit your guts out later and be left with a bitter aftertaste.”

“But sometimes, you crave peanut butter.”

House narrowed his eyes and grinned.

“Not in these quantities.”

There was suddenly a beautiful smile on his face. He was relieved.

There was a long pause, Cameron had trouble keeping a straight face at this moment.

“That was lame,” he said, not hiding his amusement.

“Yeah, it was,” Cameron chuckled. “One of your worst metaphors ever. So it’s like mayonnaise with…hmm... mayonnaise, or pickles with … pickles? How does it go again?”

They were both laughing. This was the first time she heard his laugh, it was high-pitched, but still rasp and so full of life. She wondered whether he’d be happier if he laughed more often.

They went from heavy and meaningful to downright silly and Cameron never knew that joining him at this level could be so much fun.

“And who is tuna?” House asked through his laughter, his voice high. “What’s up with that can of tuna?”

Cameron’s head was in her hands now, her shoulders trembling.

“Is that Wilson?” she asked. “Is Wilson the tuna to your peanut butter?”

House now had tears in his eyes.

“Or maybe it’s that… guy from The Office?”

“Is… it… the hookers? Because they… smell?” Cameron suggested.

A loud sound escaped House’s mouth; he put his feet down and bent in half, his laugh uncontrollable.

They went on like this for a while, each taking such pleasure in the hilarity of the situation. The built-up unnecessary tension had to be released. When they were done, Cameron got up to fold all the files and put them into the bin.

“Alright, I’ve got to go.”

They walked out of the hospital with grins on their faces and said their goodbyes by the car.

Yes, he was going to be home alone tonight, but she knew he was going to be fine…just like she predicted.

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Fic: Risky Glamour

2009-01-13T05:15:59Z

Title: Risky Glamour
Author: naika7
Pairing: Hugh/Jen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: this is an RPF, pure fiction of course.
Notes: conversation between Hugh and Jennifer based on this picture

It was still early, an hour left before the ceremony. He was already in his seat. Having conquered the endless sea of photographers, he had safely reached his destination. Oh how he loathed all the publicity! Not as much as Robert did though. He had listened to Robert complain repeatedly and, unlike him, Robert could do something about it, he could disappear, he could avoid the press without consequences. Hugh was obligated to take part in this fiesta and, for him, it wasn't about the contract, he took this responsibility for the show, for the fans.

He caught a glimpse of Jennifer on the red carpet before he went in and he felt a rush of emotion surge through his body making his cheeks burn and his other body parts tighten. Her beauty was unimaginable and he once again grew more conscious of his age and appearance. He felt like he shouldn't look at her, shouldn't touch her or talk to her in order not to taint her with his inadequacy. What the hell was he doing here?

Jen came over and sat behind him, she breezed in with her freshness and glamour. There was always something risky about her, at least for him anyway. Hugh debated whether her seat was too far or too close.

"It's intense out there!" Jen said with a huge smile on her face.

"It always is," he replied half-turning towards her.

“Yeah,” she added with a chuckle

“You like the attention, don’t you?”

“Tonight I do,” she touched her hair anxiously.

Hugh paused, cast down his eyes and smiling stared at his hands.

“You deserve it,” he said quietly.

“Thank you,” Jennifer blushed.

She looked around. Omar and Jesse still didn’t show up. Robert was busy talking to Gaby and Hugh remained in his position, his profile facing Jennifer. He wondered whether she felt uncomfortable without a pair at the ceremony while Jesse came with his girlfriend. He noted that she didn’t look uncomfortable.

The anomaly was that no matter how insecure or awkward he felt before, Jen always made him feel completely at ease when they talked. Her proximity might have stung his fingertips, but her warm smile and welcoming demeanor always loosened him up. They could joke, laugh and he forgot to be self-conscious, to feel embarrassed at his occasional fantasies of her.

“Are you ready to accept another award?” Jen’s beautiful eyes searched for contact.

“I’m just glad they gave me a warning in advance this time,” he met her eyes for a second.

He felt like she was so amazingly open with him, as if she made sure he saw her entirely and without reservations. But he knew it wasn’t that simple, he knew she had her own demons. It was written in her smile, in her persistence at being careless and happy.

“I bet your speech is going to be wonderful as usual.”

“I wouldn’t count on it. I didn’t prepare anything spectacular.”

Jen leaned in a little, still keeping her distance.

“You know, this one reporter kept calling me Jill and kept trying to make me come over, answer questions.”

“You should have given him the interview as Jill and let him get sucker punched by his boss.”

“I almost did. I put my game face on, came over, but we were interrupted by Katie who got all defensive about my name and ‘show’s reputation.’”

“Party pooper.”

“Hugh, you have really enriched your American slang vocabulary. ‘Sucker punched’ ‘party pooper,’ what’s happening?”

“Spending too much time at work, that’s what’s happening. I started enjoying American humor. It’s embarrassing.”

Jen laughed and rocked back in her chair. They sat in silence for a bit.

He felt like telling her, just giving her a hint, an indication.

“Jen, you’ve got to stop doing this to me. Looking as beautiful as you do, you’ve got to stop being so nice.”

He tried to make it sound as light, as dismissive as he could. He looked up straight into her eyes, they stared at each other for a while. Her mouth smiled, but her eyes were full of confusion. Meanwhile, people started arriving and crowding their space.

That was when she moved closer, put her hand on his shoulder and whispered.

“You know what we are, nothing more, nothing less. I’ll always be here.”

He made his hand into a fist; she instantly closed her palm also. Nodding his head, he gave her a nervous smile.

Whether it was comfortable or not, natural or not, their something could never be and it was fine, it was okay. Her smile would always make his day.

Fic: Change is in the air.

2009-01-06T04:35:28Z

Author:naika7
Title: Change is in the air.
Rating: PG-13
Type: scene for the future episode, inspired by this promo
Characters: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

House caught a whiff of change in the hospital. He heard through the grapevine (Wilson to be exact) that Cuddy had given Cameron the job of looking after his department. The details he did not know, but he wondered what she was going to do, how she was going to approach him. Even though he wouldn’t admit it, he had already prepared a few clever retorts for her. This was going to be fun!

He waited for her patiently, but she did not come at first. He thought she’d jump at the opportunity. On the third day she approached him in the cafeteria.

“Finally!”

“Afternoon, House.”

“How are you Dr. Cameron?”

“Five year old male with unexplained muscle weakness, son of a very prominent New Jersey businessman. You were specifically requested by the family,” Cameron nonchalantly held out the file. “Can’t imagine why.”

“Well well well. You need something from me. Again,” House said while putting food on his plate. “Pay for my lunch first?”

When Cameron didn’t respond he gave a twenty to the cashier and continued.

“No cash? Fine. How about you use the same trick as last time?” House winked at the blonde. “I am prepared though, downloaded romantic songs to my iPod, candles in my office and everything.”

“Uhm…”

Cameron didn’t have time to answer, before House interrupted her.

“Good! Fun! Lets do that then,” he cheerfully headed towards the table.

“Actually I am not going to offer you anything,” Cameron sat across from him, placing the file right in the middle of the table. “What you need to know is this. I agreed to help Cuddy only because she needed to spend time with her baby. She could hire a babysitter right away, but she asked me very nicely to let her spend at least the first month with the newborn. I am getting nothing for this, so you won’t get anything either.”

House pretended to be interested in his steak, while Cameron continued.

“You know very well what happens if this doesn’t work out. Cuddy comes back from her maternity leave early and I am spared the duty.”

House looked up at his torturer, this was not going as planned. He observed Cameron’s authoritative, yet very pleasant expression and decided that he was about ninety percent convinced. He was also distracted by the way her soft sunny hair framed her face and came down right to the curve of her br…Wait, he needed to pay attention.

“Keep in mind that I am still the active Chief of the ER, which will always be my priority. I could care less for this hospital’s reputation or sponsors, I am sure the patient can find another doctor. So take it or leave it, you can keep being bored or you can take this case.”

With that Cameron reached over and took a bite of House’s salad, staring at him with a small smile in her eyes. For a few seconds the man was fixated on her perfect mouth.

“I am sure you are getting paid for this glorified babysitting.”

“What’s a few grand compared to a peaceful House-less existence?”

Cameron smirked and waited for his response.

“Fine!” House grabbed the file “Don’t tell anyone I gave up this easy.”

He looked up at her with a pleading expression, which was at least semi-genuine.

Cameron stood up. She brought her hand up to her mouth and slowly moved two fingers across her lips, making House’s own mouth water.

“My lips are sealed.”

“Too bad,” a smiling House of course referred to a different application.

The Crimson Smile Scene 2

2009-01-05T21:52:07Z

Author:naika7
Title: The Crimson Smile Scene 2
Rating: G
Type: humor, fic 432 words
Characters: Patrick Jane, Teresa Lisbon, Lisbon/Jane
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Notes: Can be read as a stand alone, but it's a follow up to this fic ; for the Winter Mentalist fest, small oneshot, posted to mentalistlist

On their way to the victim’s house Jane and Lisbon switched radio stations every few seconds. Jane was in favor of classical music while Lisbon opted for alternative rock. As usual they settled on country which they both disliked.

“So…Lisbon, what kind of music does Johnson listen to?”

“I don’t know, Jane. We only went on one date. Yesterday. Are you going to lay off this?”

She faced him, taking her eyes off the road for a moment. Witnessing his warm smile, she couldn’t help, but grin herself.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“How did it go by the way? I see that you’re wearing earrings and have attempted a new hairstyle.”

Jane had this alarming skill to make Lisbon embarrassed. His observation skills were intimidating and sometimes quite insulting to any woman and Teresa was not an exception. No matter how tough of a cop she was, she still liked to keep some of those female details a secret.

They arrived at their destination; Lisbon shut the car off and turned towards her consultant.

“Jane, I am going to enlighten you. It is not flattering, nor is it pleasant for me to hear you describe the changes in my appearance. So if you want to impress me, or even make me tell you something personal, don’t ever ignore that I am a woman again.”

Jane was taken back. He wasn’t aware that he was trying to flatter or impress his boss even though in his own twisted way he was doing just that. Realizing she was right, he mentally gave her props for saying it.

“Okay,” he said

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” Jane paused “I did go on the internet as you suggested though and I found that Johnson posts pictures of his cats with those funny captions that…”

“No he doesn’t.”

Lisbon got out of the car and shut the door with an angry swing. Jane joined her outside.

“Fine, he doesn’t. But he does have a cat. In a man that signifies either issues with his mother or an overdeveloped feminine side.”

The brunette rolled her eyes and knocked on the door.

“I am not interested in your findings, Jane. When it comes to my private life I prefer to make my own,” Lisbon turned away to face the door “I’ll let you know if I run into problems.”

Jane leaned in and searched her serious face.

“No you won’t,” he added smiling.

At this time the door opened and a grieving widow appeared.

“Hello Mam, I am Detective Lisbon and this is Patrick Jane. May we ask you some questions?”

…

House/Cameron vid "Glorious"

2008-12-30T18:50:03Z

I've posted this in the comms. Just want to keep it in my journal, too.
Like I said I got stuck with episode "The Itch" which had House and Cam bonding over a patient, so the whole video is about that. Enjoy!

song: Andreas Johnson "Glorious"

Fic: The Crimson Smile

2008-12-29T21:58:37Z

Author:naika7
Title: The Crimson Smile
Rating: G
Type: humor, fic 532 words
Characters: Patrick Jane, Teresa Lisbon, Lisbon/Jane
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Notes: for Winter Mentalist fest, small oneshot, posted to

mentalistlist

It was a slow afternoon in the middle of January. CBI had no cases and Patrick Jane was positively bored.

He tossed and turned on the couch, organized his pseudo workspace, nagged on Cho and Rigsby for something to do and started another argument with Van Pelt about psychics. Finally he made his way to Lisbon’s office and without knocking pushed the door open.

“Alright, this is not why I became a consultant for this department.”

Irritated Jane dropped into the chair in front of Lisbon’s desk.

“What got into you?”

Lisbon asked with her eyes glued to the computer screen. Jane was rarely off his game, but his mood swing didn’t seem to interest Lisbon in the least and didn’t deter her from what she was doing.

“Give me something to do or I will be psychoanalyzing everyone on your team pretty soon, including you.”

“Go youtube or google something,” Lisbon added absentmindedly.

“Huh? Lisbon, you know who you are talking to, right?”

“Uhm.”

Only then did Jane notice that his boss was half-smiling while intently staring at her computer and constantly tapping her fingers on the keyboard.

“Lisbon?”

The brunette still didn’t cease her typing.

“Lisbon, you are smiling and you are wearing lipstick.”

The woman did indeed sport a touch of crimson on her lips. She suddenly stopped her activity and slamming her arms on the table in front of her, stared at Jane.

“What. Do. You. Want?”

Jane glared at her with curiosity, reading her body language.

“Oh Jeez, you have a date tonight!” He exclaimed, his eyes widening.

“Do not!”

“Yes, you do. And…,” he came around to the other side of the table while Lisbon quickly minimized what looked like an IM message window. “And…you are chatting with your date right now!”

Jane pointed at the screen with one hand and covered his mouth with another. Lisbon blushed and quickly stood from her chair. She stopped inches from the man’s face and kept moving towards him. This prompted Jane to slowly retreat towards the door.

“Is that so impossible to believe?”

“No.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Then I am going to ask you again. What. Do. You. Want?”

The charming man halted and lightly touched Lisbon’s arm to stop her advance.

“Who is it? It’s got to be someone in this building,” he thought for a moment “It isn’t Johnson from the first floor is it? He is the only single man in this place you’d be remotely interested in.”

“None of your business,” her eyes darted to the floor indicating that Jane might have been right.

“You know he still wets his bed and sleeps with a teddy bear.”

Lisbon was angry now, she lifted her head and pursed her adorable lips once again pushing Jane towards the exit.

“No he does not.”

“Fine, he doesn’t,” Jane was now outside the room. “He is still a prick though.”

The pretty cop gave him a knowing smile which didn’t fail to soften the worried look on his face.

“Get a life, Jane.”

The door swung closed leaving puzzled Jane on the other side. Can I youtube Johnson, I wonder? Jane thought and headed towards his desk.

Always in Hiding

2008-12-27T01:17:15Z

Author:naika7
Title: Always in Hiding
Rating: PG
Type: ficlet, drabble, 181 words
Characters: Teresa Lisbon, Lisbon/Jane
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Notes: this is my first drabble for Winter Mentalist fest. Angsty, red is the only prompt I used. Posted to

mentalistlist

She forgot how to be a woman.

Being compassionate and warm is not what she remembers or even knows. She forgot how to connect, how to show that she cares. She doesn’t take off her mask at home either; there is no one to show off for. Somehow it’s there, inside, but it just doesn’t make it to the surface. She knows she feels, but she just can’t bring herself to show it.

No one sees.

Maybe except him.

And now sitting here, looking at him with her expressive blue eyes she does not know what to do, how to help, how to reach him. He is broken, confused and darker than night. His head in his hands, fingers through his blonde hair, and circles under his eyes he looks years older. This is the one time he is in need of advice, of understanding.

And still she can’t do it. God knows she wants to.

What she manages is to lightly touch his trembling hand covered in blood.

“Jane, I am going to have to arrest you now.”

The redder the better.

"Possibly Christmas" Secret Santa fic for mabe85

2008-12-17T18:35:26Z

Author:naika7
Title: Possibly Christmas
Rating: PG-13 (with some sexual references)
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Notes: this is a present for mabe85. Happy Holidays, Bere! You are a wonderful friend, I am glad to have you! Part of Secret Santa 2008.
Huge thanks to my beta jlneveloff

Bere wanted 1. Season 5 Cameron (and House) 2. Christmas charity party at PPTH 3. A conversation involving Cameron's relationship with Chase and the Huddy kiss (this last one is sorta woven through the whole thing, I hope it works)

In the wee hours of morning, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo and a beautiful blonde woman in a long black dress and a beige winter coat were sitting in an old blue Buick on a side of the road. It is imperative to mention that the temperature outside was 25 degrees Fahrenheit and there was at least ten inches of snow on the ground of New Jersey. The vehicle appeared to be unresponsive to its driver’s commands. The car’s red-nosed occupants were both shivering and what looked like laughing at the same time.

The question arises. How did Doctors House and Cameron get there and what were they going to do next?

***

Christmas parties at Princeton Plainsboro were a bore every year. It took a lot of effort for hospital employees to attend them and a lot of negotiating on the part of administration to get them there.
This year, however, Doctor Cuddy decided to go all out and hire a band, an entertainer and provide a three-course sit-down dinner. The catch was for every guest to pay an entrance fee while the proceeds went to charity. The preparations for this bash started a week in advance and the whole hospital suddenly turned into Macy’s at Christmas. A stage was put in at the main desk on the first floor and space around it was filled with round tables two days prior to the event.

For once, the ER was actually less hectic than the rest of the hospital. Cameron put her little foot down and the Christmas spirit was subdued in her department. There were mistletoes, candy canes and a few sparkles around the place, but no caroling and trees on every corner. Cameron herself did wear a Santa hat for a few days looking delicious with a touch of red lipstick on.

A day before the party, which this year was on Sunday, December 20th, House showed up in the ER looking grumpier than usual.

“Shoot me. Now,” he said, reaching Cameron at the nurses’ station.

“You need to control your girlfriend. She came down today and told me she’ll cut my vacation hours next year if I don’t come to the party.”

“Oh, come on! You and your fiancé must be thrilled at the opportunity to show some of that tingling affection in public,” House added with exaggeration.

“Fine, point taken, but seriously! How is she making you go?”

“She won’t leave me alone until I do,” he sighed. “Vacation and clinic hours were just the start, when all that failed she said she’ll call my mother and tell her we are living together.”

“Props for creativity!” Cameron said with a smirk.

“I figure I can be more productive at the party,” House grinned mischievously.

“See this,” Cameron pointed at the man with the cane, “is why I don’t want to go. I don’t need to watch you destroy the party. Such drama should be reserved for TV.”

“Well, I don’t have a plan yet. Want to brainstorm?”

“No. And I don’t think this party needs your help turning into a disaster. Did you hear that band?” Cameron cringed, signing the last of her files.

“You going to wear that red dress again?” House winked at the gorgeous woman, while she rolled her eyes.

“I don’t need more vacation hours taken off,” she smiled. “Besides, I still don’t know if I am going.”

Cameron was ready to head back to work.

“You better be there, I don’t want to be brooding on my own!”

The white pom pom of her hat swayed back and forth playfully as she walked away.

***

To say that moving-forward for Doctors Chase and Cameron was rocky would be an understatement. When they lived together, they were constantly on the verge of cussing each other out. If Cameron knew Chase was going to be at home, she worked overtime. They gradually fell apart. In fact, it was quite slow and painful, the finish line drank all the life force out of Cameron and now she felt she could finally breathe. The young surgeon was still taking Cameron to the party as part of their plan to stay friends.

Standing in front of her mirror, Cameron picked a long black backless dress with the highest slit possible. She bought it for the New Years at her friend’s and until the last minute she considered staying at home. Something didn’t feel right, she dreaded possible clashes with Chase and would give anything to fast forward to the following morning

***.

Our heroine and her date arrived at the party quite late. To her surprise everyone, even House, was already there. They were very much noticed when they walked in and soon Cameron felt the eyes of about fifty men focused on her stunning physique. House’s jaw, in particular, dropped lower than the others; drink in hand, he stayed still for a while. Cameron could afford not to wear a bra under the dress; her silhouette was heavenly and the bit of bare skin visible up until the middle of her thigh was the ultimate temptation.

It should be noted that House looked rather well himself. He wore a black tuxedo with a snow-white shirt with a white bow tie. He trimmed his stubble and took his shiny metal cane. He looked altogether dashing.

As everybody proceeded to their assigned places for dinner, House and Cameron discovered they were seated back to back. The main lobby turned out to be rather small for a party of two hundred people and the tables were set close…very close. House shared a table with his new team, Doctors Cuddy and Wilson; while Cameron sat with Chase, their colleague Foreman and a few others.

By the time the first course was finished, House had already bumped Cameron’s chair with his twice and slid her purse to the floor three times. After the salads, Cameron repaid him by spilling some iced water on his jacket.

“Oops!” she exclaimed covering her mouth in a dramatic gesture.

She met House’s glare, which harbored a promise of more to come.

This misbehavior went remarkably unnoticed by the rest of the guests, as they were quite preoccupied. The band’s obnoxious new age Christmas music and the overall noise in the room produced a state of mutual confusion. Only Cameron’s latest splashing accident turned some heads, but was thought to be a genuine mistake.

Conversations were still at the small talk stage and House, as well as Cameron, participated reluctantly. With their backs only inches away they were able to hear each other’s chats very well.

“So…Cameron,” started Foreman “I heard you didn’t want to come to this party. What changed your mind?”

“Oh, you know, I thought I shouldn’t deprive everyone of my precious company.”

The last phrase was accompanied by a quick shove of her elbow, which successfully caused House’s hand to jerk into the metal table.

House grunted and bit his lip.

“Are you alright?” Dr. Cuddy asked him.

“Why yes, Lisa. You look very lovely tonight by the way,” he said putting on his most pleasant face.

“Thank you. You are very handsome yourself. I didn’t expect you to take this party so seriously.”

“Well, you know,” House turned his head sideways raising his voice “I’ve been a little flabbergasted lately, in need of some attention to gratify my existence. So I groomed myself with care in order to compensate for my insecurities.”

That said, he threw a handful of ice cubes on Cameron’s lap, which soaked the fabric of her dress causing her to suddenly stand up and sit back down.

Everyone stared at her for a minute, but then went back to their meals. Chase was busy entertaining Foreman’s date while Wilson was engaged in a stimulated conversation with Cuddy over the latest department changes.

Tilting his head towards Cameron, House stated.

“Dr. Cuddy, I’d like to confess to something. I’ve been emotionally abusing someone close to me in order to forget my pathetic crush on a former boss.”

Wilson’s eyes slowly widened, at the same time he mouth flew open. It was evident from the confused look on their faces that this comment effectively upset both women.

In the meantime, Cameron finished her third martini and addressed Foreman.

“You know what, Eric. I’ve also been so miserable and bored that I’ve been kissing and then rejecting my ex girlfrie…”

“What?” Chase almost choked on a piece of chicken filet.

“Girlfriends?” asked Foreman.

Cameron realized she didn’t really think this through.

“It’s a metaphor.”

At the other table House chuckled.

“Never mind,” she added with frustration, “Excuse me.”

The tipsy blonde stood up heading away from the crowd. Her beautiful parted lips indicated a state of pouty annoyance.

House followed our blonde and stopped her outside the pharmacy.

“Aren’t you staying for dessert?”

“I thought you were here to pull pranks on Cuddy, not me.”

“Oh, come on! Admit you are enjoying it, otherwise you’d be bored out of your mind.”

During the course of the evening both of our energetic doctors have often either found themselves openly smiling or suppressing a laugh. At this particular moment seductively eyeing him from underneath her long lashes, Cameron graced House with the most sincere, timid smile. House grinned in return and watched her nod a greeting to a group of passing nurses.

“Fine, but that’s no reason to ruin my new dress,” Cameron admitted playfully.

“It’s breathtaking,” House said facing away from her.

“What is?”

Cameron cautiously looked at the older man and scanned their immediate vicinity for witnesses.

“Oh,” she admitted gracefully.

***

While our leading characters were busy, first irritating each other and then making eyes, the entertainment part of the night’s program had already started. A chipper, short forty something man was cracking jokes on stage. His bold head reflected the illumination around him. The ceiling lights were dimmed after dinner; only the soft glow of hanging lanterns and decorations remained. People had moved about the room and, predictably, the bar was the busiest part of the arrangement.

“And now let’s kick this gig off with a contest!” The man declared in an effort to gain attention.

“Every crowd loves a romantic game,” poor gentleman, little did he know this crowd. “I will randomly select a few couples for the fun. So if the light shines on you, please join us on the dance floor.”

He began his farfetched mission by pointing at people and if not for the provocative beam of light that streamed from stage, no one would have joined this circus.

“Lovely duo at table eight!” The projector was directed at Wilson and Cuddy who cringed at the brightness. “Please come forward. Couple at the bar!” Nurse Brenda and her husband were brought to the front. The bold man picked two more couples from the various corners of the room.

“Last couple, lucky number five…Let’s see. Over there!” The projector focused on two people standing by the wall at stage left. A man with the cane and a fine young woman seemed to be absorbed in an intimate conversation and for about a minute they didn’t notice 500 watts of light around them. The room went close to silent.

“It’s not about that. Don’t presume you know my reasons. You had no clue four years ago, you still have no clue now,” the woman said.

“Right. If I didn’t…”

“Excuse me!” The entertainer repeated smiling to the audience “Lovers quarrel probably.”

“…and if you didn’t leave…” House continued.

“Attention please!” the chipper bold man shouted into the microphone.

House finally turned around with a displeased look on his face, squinting against the light. Cameron curiously peered from behind him.

“Could the two of you please join us on the dance floor?”

“Oh, no way,” House whispered to the woman.

“What is it?” Cameron asked confused.

“I think they want us to participate in some…thing…”

Wilson, Cuddy and three more couples stared at the questionable pair.

“You know we can hear you, right?” Wilson interrupted.

“Cripple here!” House lifted his cane.

“It’s not a physical exercise, Doctor. I assume you are a doctor. Please don’t keep everyone waiting.”

“Take Cameron and limp over here, House!” Wilson was red in his face and largely aggravated.

“Oh, shit!” House whispered, “This will teach me to always stay alert.”

Cameron saw Chase among the spectators. He had a shocked look on his face like a deer caught in the headlights. Cameron gave him a small smile and took House by his right arm.

“Come on. Let’s get this over with,” she said softly.

“Alright! Now that everyone is ready. We are going to choose the Best Couple of Christmas 2008!”

“ Jeez. Is this the Homecoming I never went to? Where did you find this guy?” The administrator shrugged looking around, rather annoyed herself.

"You will have to earn the title by winning our little game," the chipper bold man was becoming more and more enthusiastic which was making the participants nervous. "I am going to ask my assistant, Wendy, to bring out five balloons and each couple will get one. The balloons will be placed between you and your partner; you will have to keep them from falling or breaking while at the same time slow dancing to Ms. Dion's 'My heart will go on.'"

"That song is almost ten minutes long!" House protested.

"Eight to be exact," the man said sporting a sneaky smile.

"Are you a closet Celine Dion fan, House?" Cameron wondered.

"Wilson made me watch Titanic and I woke up just in time for the credits."

"I did no such thing. You rented it yourself."

"Hush, Jimmy. Or I will tell everyone about your preference for thong underwear."

Wilson rolled his eyes while a few women in the vicinity sized him up with curiosity.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's begin! The pair that dances through the whole song with their balloon safe and sound nestling between them will win!"

A tall busty blonde in a pink leotard brought out the props and gave a yellow balloon to Cameron. The sad, familiar melody started playing and everyone was prompted to get in position.

House took off his jacket, loosened the bow tie, exposing some skin. He leaned his cane on a speaker and limped charmingly towards his partner, who in turn looked concerned.

"Hey, we don't have to do this if you are hurting."

House's blue questioning eyes were fixed on her.

"Just get over here, woman."

Cameron took his hand smiling, while he snaked the other around her waist. With a balloon between them, even in her four-inch pumps Cameron was barely able to reach her partner's shoulder. They moved very slowly and every time House stepped on his right leg, the balloon jerked, threatening to fall. It was tricky to keep the slippery prop in place; in addition, Cameron's smooth silk dress didn't help.

"Let's just drop it. I am sure you don't want the title," Cameron suggested while bending her knees, trying not to loose balance.

"And let Wilson gloat over my disability? No, thanks."

The balloon reached House's chin and he directed it back towards Cameron, where she balanced it on her chest. The man marveled at the sight before the object was once again squeezed between them.

"I would like you to seriously consider loosing this game." The blonde tried to take a step back, but House gripped her waist tighter.

"We are going through with this, Cameron. You are not quitting me this time.”

Cameron smiled and continued to wobble from side to side in an effort to keep their dance going.

Beside them, Cuddy and Wilson were bickering.

"Just stay still, Jimmy. This shouldn't be so hard."

Dr. Wilson stiffened and appeared close to motionless while Dr. Cuddy wiggled around him.

Two couples left after three minutes. According to Wendy's competent judging, the troubling object lowered past their knees.

Our extravagant pair was still in the running. Be it their physical flexibility or mutual stubbornness, but the balloon floated comfortably somewhere between their knees and chins. In the middle of the third tear-jerking chorus, House deliberately pushed the ball lower and pressed it into Cameron's pelvis.

"Now, since I have you trapped here for a while, tell me why isn't the wombat making a scene by now?"

"Chase and I are no longer together. I thought you'd be a little more perceptive."

"Why aren’t you pushing me this time? Why aren't you demanding answers with your immature determination?"

Cameron swiftly moved her hips and the balloon was now between their chests.

"Answers to what? Why you suddenly want to get my attention? I don't need to ask, I know you are bored as usual. Well, I am bored too, so let's just enjoy."

"Are you?"

"Yes… Wait, am I what?"

"Bored?"

"Yes."

"And enjoying?"

"Maybe."

The prop was starting to irritate them both, but they instinctively moved in sync, not taking their eyes off each other.

"That's not why," House paused. "That's not why I am doing this."

"Fine. I don't want to know. I don't want to know any more about you. I know enough."

"And you don't like it?"

"Not really."

"You don't trust me?"

"Absolutely not."

"You are avoiding again."

"Stop repeating that. When it comes to you, I am not avoiding, I am protecting my dignity."

"But you don't have to do that with me. I can't take it that far with you."

The poor balloon was already squeaking between them.

"Take what far? The abuse? Gee, thanks, that's thoughtful."

"Oh don't be a snob. I can't take anything far with you for that matter."

"You had your chance; the rest is not my problem. Lay off the personal stuff anyway. You are out of your depth."

"But you like it! You want me to go there."

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do!"

"No!"

"Do too!"

BAM! The balloon burst between them! They had been pushing on it for a while and not noticing. The pair crushed into each other under inertia with great force. Cameron bumped her forehead on House's sturdy, scruffy chin. She covered it with her hand and burst out laughing. People around them also laughed and clapped their hands.

The two found themselves alone on the dance floor. The rest of the contestants had long joined the spectators.

While the others were battling the inanimate object, House and Cameron battled each other, effectively ignoring said object and winning the competition.

Thank God for Celine Dion's sensual, struggling voice which overpowered their lively banter.

"Congratulations to our amazing winners! After a brief intermission we will ask you to be the first to open up the floor. That's when you'll be given a prize and a chance to say a few words."

Our smitten and flushed characters looked at each other with amusement.

"We are getting out of here," Cameron stated and taking a small bow, walked off the floor.

"The show is over," House announced to the public. He smiled, took his cane and followed his partner. Cameron noticed him cringing again and stopped.

"Will you be okay? Need Vicodin?"

"I have some. Just keep walking."

Cameron picked up her coat and clicking her heels made way through the crowd. Anticipation brewed under the surface, making them both appear quite eager. Wilson blocked their convenient exit at the door.

“What a performance! No doubt you are in need of fresh air.”

“Actually, I am not feeling well,” Cameron put hand on her stomach. “It might have been the salmon.”

“Aha. And, House, are you just there for support?”

“You know me. I take the Hippocratic Oath very seriously.”

“That’s right,” Wilson nodded knowingly. “Drive safe.”

The pair fled the scene, leaving a smiling Wilson behind.

***

The skinny blonde shivered, standing in the snow in front of the Princeton hospital. Her beige coat was more pretty than warm and she looked around agitated. Cameron regretted letting Chase drive her to the party; now she had to endure a ride in House’s old heap of metal. Just like a couple of winters before she found herself in a compromising position, short a vehicle, which was really not a good idea.

A blue Buick pulled up in front of her. She hesitated for a moment, but the rasp cold wind rushed her inside the car.

They didn’t talk. Cameron attempted to make the heater work properly and when it did, the warm air relaxed her and she dozed off. A gorgeous blonde sleeping on his window, coat covering her mouth, made the man in the car mildly uncomfortable. He looked down at her bare leg,…her long, lean bare leg, smooth skin revealed by the high slit and he had to loosen his tie some more.

It might have been intentional or it was the intimate distraction of a woman beside him, but House soon found himself on the New Jersey turnpike heading east. He looked genuinely worried and peered up at the signs trying to make them out. It was after twelve, empty road ahead and the next exit at least fifty miles away. The snow was getting heavier and the Buick was getting slower. House contemplated waking his passenger, but decided against it.

Whether his reasons were honorable or he simply did not care to be reprimanded remained a mystery. The fact was that House kept driving in silence rubbing his eyes from time to time.

***

When Cameron woke up the first thing she felt was her freezing nose and lack of a comfortable bed. She saw House with his eyes closed beside her and immediately tried to grab the wheel, thinking they were still in motion. It was useless, however, since the vehicle appeared to be at a complete stop and not exactly on the road either. Cameron remembered the events of the night before and deduced what might have happened next.

Her weariness and back pain caught up with her as well as the absurdity of the whole situation. She started by chuckling a few times, then her glee intensified and soon she laughed loudly and uncontrollably. House awakened to this joyful sound and couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He had popped Vicodin all through the night, but now his leg was stiff and killing him. Opening the plastic bottle for more pills, he swallowed them dry.

Taking a deep breath from the hilarity, Cameron looked at House intently.

“Are we far from an exit?”

“No, it’s right up the hill.”

“And you stayed here?” she was surprised. “Lets go.”

The blonde grabbed her cripple tight around his chest and let him put his weight on her. He hesitated, but ultimately accepted her help.

They reached a motel and Cameron planned to go in to ask for help. It was a small one-storied motel with outside room entrances. She leaned House on a wall and started heading to the main desk, but he didn’t let go of her arm. It seemed that the events of the night and now morning washed over them with a familiar warm sensation.

He looked at her. Exhausted, cold and in pain he was still smiling with his expressive eyes.

“Come here.”

He pulled her to him, hugging her small frame. She stopped shivering and melted into his embrace. Her hands in front of her, she looked up as if questioning his intentions.

Alcohol had long worn off, but they were both still in the haze. Kissing each other now was the most natural thing in the world to them. Soft and tender their mouths warmed the bodies. His hand slipped underneath her dress and caressed the lace of her underwear; she jumped at the cold of his skin, but soon adjusted to grant more access. He stroked her heat and she soon was overcome by desire to straddle him. Her hard nipples pressed against his shirt, she worked hard to undo his buttons.

“Wait.”

House tried the two rooms closest to them and the second one was open. Aroused, Cameron couldn’t stand the separation and laying kisses all over, pushed her man inside.

They barricaded the door and made love in the deserted motel surrounded by the silent landscape of the mountains with only the occasional moan escaping the woman’s mouth.

In the morning when the hotel staff tried to get into the room, the knocks on the door did not produce an answer. In the window, a man could be seen pulling the sheets over their heads as the couple continued in slumber.

***

A lonely black cane with a metal handle rested against the wall in the dead of winter.

It was entirely possible that our middle-aged man and his beautiful blonde woman had fun this Christmas. They will possibly have even more fun during the rest of the holiday season.

However, we do not know what adventures happened next. Let us simply hope that their snow-covered car was not stolen.
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RPF: Damaged at Last

2008-11-19T20:10:43Z

Author: naika7
Title: Damaged at Last
Type: Continuation of The Thing About Moving on
Rating: R for strong words and sexual references
Pairing: Hugh/Jen
Disclaimer: RPF. Jen's point of view. Beware of the angst.
Spoilers: general up to season 5.
Huge thanks to my beta autumnfairytale

She can’t breathe. Tears well up in her eyes and in the dark of this empty hallway the sound of her pain is all there is. She slides down the wall and holds her knees close to her chin.

All the build-up, all the tension wasn’t nearly released in that one kiss. He left. He left her behind. It’s not unexpected, is she kidding herself? This is Hugh and it’s his show…but it’s their life and it’s crumbling around her.

What’s next? Get married to Jesse, go on like nothing happened? She really doesn’t know. It’s summer, no work, lots of time on her hands…to do what?

She’ll figure it out. It’s not like there is a romantic happy end to look forward to. He won’t storm back in, kneel in front of her and kiss her face. It’s over. Before it began.

Taking a deep breath she stands up and without turning on the light follows the wall back inside the house. She needs to go through with this party, look pretty and cheery and now explain why Hugh left so abruptly. Oh joy!

***

She dyes her hair, takes a Hawaiian vacation on her own and when she comes back Jesse and she start drifting apart really fast. Few weeks into the shooting of the fourth season they both decide to call it quits. No hard feelings, it was inevitable. There’s a hint of bitter dissatisfaction between them and suddenly they are no longer friends. This is going to be awkward.

The few scenes she has with Hugh go smoothly. There are at least a dozen people around them at any point in time and they avoid staying alone. It surprises her that he looks and talks exactly the same. No bags under his eyes, he didn’t lose weight or his talent. He avoids looking her in the eyes though and it takes away from their onscreen eye-sex, but they aren’t supposed to have any this year….if ever really.

She makes a point of not thinking about the whole situation at home, which means he is constantly on her mind.

She is barely in the finale. The two-parter is grand, novel, ambitious, sad and in your face Emmy material. House, Cuddy and Wilson are the talk of the town. She focuses on her social and professional life outside of the series. She meets lots of new people, gets new offers, and tries new things. Nothing drastic, only the stuff she is good at. Amaury is a breath of fresh air; he is feisty, fun and he takes her with him. She emerges herself in this new environment and feels both welcome and irrelevant.

One morning only she and Jesse are in to shoot a scene, it’s unavoidable and she needs more caffeine to go through with this. She enters the lounge ready to make some coffee, but finds a freshly brewed pot, smell filling the room, and Hugh at the table, reading his script, head in his hands. He looks up for a second and resumes his position, never meeting her eyes. She finds her mug with “My morning martini” written on it and fills it.

Wow. The silence is much heavier than she expected. She thought they were going on like nothing happened. Apparently not. It’s still tense a year later. She needs to break the ice, they’ve moved on, right?

“In early today?”

It takes him way too long to answer.

“Yeah,” he doesn’t look up.

“The perks of being THE House” she chuckles and looks to him for connection.

He suddenly stares her in the eye and he seems angry, confused and annoyed. He says nothing and she feels like a total idiot. Her cheeks flush under his gaze and she storms out so fast that she forgets her coffee. No way she is going back in.

She tells herself that she gets it. He doesn’t want to fall again. It makes no sense though, what happened to civility? She won’t cry about it, let him be a jerk if he wants to.

It hurts though, is she really so undeserving?

***

Resentment builds within her and she doesn’t want to hang out with the cast anymore. The fact that Hugh makes it close to impossible is an added con to her list of reasons (which bares only one entry).

In the dressing room Mandy is doing her hair, preparing her for “the major” Cameron episode. It’s the first time in the last year that she is not wearing scrubs in a scene. She misses Cameron’s style, which is so different from her own.

“EOnline was here again, huh?”

“Yeah we did and interview with Omar”

“And Lisa with Hugh?”

She continues putting on mascara.

“I like Kristin, she’s a lot of fun”

“They brought the unedited tapes of all the interviews for you guys to look at. Your copy is in the drawer.”

“Thanks”

Journalists do this sometimes; you are supposed to review your interview skills. Most of the cast doesn’t bother; they see enough of themselves on TV. Plus Kristin only picks the best bits to release anyway. She usually doesn’t watch, but today she picks up the tape and decides she has some time on her hands.

She sits through the whole thing, an hour of idle chatter. She notices herself laugh too much on camera and she can’t remember why in the world she made that threesome joke. Jesse seems very much like Chase in his interview, more distant than usual. After they are done with Hugh and Lisa there is a small bit with him alone in the trailer.

It’s a private atmosphere, cozy couch.

“You spend a lot of time here?”

“Not really, I am on set most of the time. I am in here more lately because of all the changes.”

“You like the new cast?”

“Yes, they are marvelous”

“You miss working with Jesse and Jen?”

“I still work with them sometimes.”

“Not as much though”

“Yes well, Jesse was great fun. Jennifer though…

Silence…He looks away, fiddling with his watch.

“Jennifer what?”

“Jennifer…was..uhmm,” he touches his lips “A bit too much.”

“Too much of what?”

About thirty seconds go by. He suddenly looks directly at the camera.

“Of everything” he snaps out of it “Would you like to see my award collection?”

And it’s off.

No panic, no anger, no tears. She is damaged at last.

***

She is one with Cameron now, she understands her completely. Cameron does what she thinks is right not caring what it looks like to others, not caring if they disapprove. In that she is similar to House and Jen wishes she could be like that too. Cameron doesn’t question herself very often either, she doesn’t obsess over why she actually came back to Princeton. She just did. Reasons made sense to her at the time, so what’s the use of looking back? Jen realizes that Cameron doesn’t regret her mistakes; she feels a lot, lives in the moment and when it’s over, it’s over.

What’s left inside she takes at face value, embraces it and goes on. Some might think she is permanently numb, when in fact she is just hibernating.

They are on a new set, second floor of an off-site FOX studio. They take the hospital to the patient this time and it’s a little strange.

“I made my wishes clear”

“And if the fairy was here, she could grant them.” Hugh sighs “That didn’t sound right, can we start from the top?”

It’s the tenth time he’s done this and she feels she’s losing it. She is not as good as Cameron at suppressing her anger. Today his diligence irritates her, she would much rather be as far away from him as possible.

“We can give him drugs for the blockage.”

“I made my wishes clear”

“And if the fairy didn’t… Wait, what’s the line?”

She is about to either burst out laughing or slap his face.

“I made my wishes clear”

“And if the crazy fairy was here she could grant them” he hisses this time “I still didn’t get it, so wrong…”

“Come on!” she exclaims, concealing a chuckle

“Excuse me?”

Everyone in the room is staring at her. Greg yells “Cut!”

“Are you kidding me?” she is now laughing with her arms flapping about “Unbelievable,” she can’t stop her fit.

Hugh is silent.

“It was perfect, Hugh! Perfect! Your timing, your delivery, flawless House,” her voice reaches its highest pitch “If you would just stop being so obnoxious and selfish, you might see that you are not the only one working hard here!”

At this moment she looks him in the eye and sees such intense pain, such silent emotion; she is angry at herself for not noticing it before. This is Hugh and he has been suffering quietly all this time. How could she forget that this man could never be self-centered, vain or malicious? How could she have been so blind? She feels embarrassed, so completely wrong and disgusted with herself.

Snap out of it, this is not you!

“Excuse me”

She gasps, covers her mouth and darts out suppressing her sobs.

What a fool! What an ungrateful bitch! Who is the jerk now?

She runs down the stairs and outside. Into the rain. Her hair and makeup are a waste, the raindrops taste of seawater.

She didn’t expect it to be pouring, too much drama for one day anyway. She walks back in and stays in the doorway, looking out into the rain. The chilly wind makes her feel a little better.

She hears quick steps down the hall, it’s Hugh and she faces him, ashamed, already asking for forgiveness with her whole being. She expects him to yell, to spill his frustration, but when he reaches her he stops inches away and presses his forehead to hers. She is overwhelmed, she wants to say something, but she can’t. They end up standing like this for at least a minute. She takes his hand in the meantime and her cold, wet fingers turn instantly hot.

“I am sorry” she whispers and hopes that he believes and forgets.

“No, I am sorry”

Holding her hand, he traces circles with his thumb. At any moment someone can come down and see them, but it’s hard, so hard to pull away. They hesitate, they move in and then back down.

Her parted lips near his and in a second she backs away, tightening her grip around his hand, coming down from her toes. He towers over her and she is soon backed into the corner, rain falling harder outside an open door.

The air is filled with the silence of their passion, clear and unresolved.

“I’ve missed you.” His voice is raw and it’s the most sincere thing she’s ever heard.

Final try, she closes in and at that moment he pulls away only to grab her face and push her against the wall a second later. His tongue is so deep inside her mouth, his fingers are digging into the skin of her back. He strokes her wet hair and neck and she feels his desire right above her stomach. She holds on to him so tight she almost rips the t-shirt underneath his blazer. She wants the control now and she shoves him against the doorframe almost into the rain. She snakes her hands under his shirt and feels the warmth of his chest. Their tongues never separate, his clothes are now wet in the front while she rubs her whole body against his.

She needs to straddle him and have her way right now, or she’ll never get the chance. Except she is the first to break apart when his hand is gliding over her nipple.

Breathless she says.

“We have to go back in”

“Yeah” he says still kissing her neck and stretching the front of her purple top.

“Hugh” she holds his face, “We have to.”

He looks at her with the determination of a hungry beast, tenderness of a horny cat and disappointment of a baby. She can’t resist and she kisses him one more time.

They first go to their trailers. She is sure there is an extra dry blouse just like this one.

***

She isn’t torn with anticipation for the next week, week without Hugh. She takes comfort in the fact that she is not alone in this.

She drinks her morning coffee on the same bench outside her house every day, just like she always does and she takes up reading again.

Exactly six days later he joins her there at seven in the morning. He brings his own coffee and she knows it is his only day off for a month.

“Morning”

They sit like this for a while. She- reading, him sipping his drink.

“You know how people always say you should take chances, seize the moment?” he starts.

She listens. He is Hugh right now in all his bashful, witty glory.

“Well it never really mattered to me one way or another. So, I did take those chances, did take those steps because, to me, they didn’t really make a difference, they didn’t cause me any eagerness or otherwise. So I thought ‘why not?’ if it makes people around me happy.”

He looks at her from time to time, but mostly admires the concrete beneath his feet.

“This” he gestured between them “is a drag.”

“How romantic.”

He smiles under his breath.

“Yes well. It’s nagging on my conscience, on my heart and …lower extremities at the same time. It is not pleasant and I can’t shake it.”

He takes a breath.

“Seeing you makes me angry at myself, it makes me want more. And who am I to want more when I’ve got all this? Who am I to fucking complain? And yet I care whether I take this chance or not. I care whether I seize this opportunity. You are the difference, you decide whether I put on a blue or a green shirt in the morning, whether I drink regular or decaff, whether I smile or not and whether I ever feel anything but melancholy.”

He stops and looks at her.

“I am sad and pathetic and I absolutely don’t deserve you.”

She waits for him and softly answers.

“I still want you.”

There is softness and relief in his expression.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” she asks surprised.

“Alright.”

They smile gently at each other and it’s their resolution for now. He finishes his coffee and heads back to the bike.

“I’ll see you in a bit” he says puzzlingly.

She doesn’t move, patience finally sinking within her. Of course she wants to make him happier, but she knows she probably can’t.

She loves him.

Not for his talent, not for his humbleness or his sense of humor, not for his dark, depressed vision. In fact, she does not know what she loves him for. Except he touches her on the inside and she feels him.

Emily Bronte comes to her mind “I can’t live without my life. I can’t live without my soul.”

Is this the typical British hottie look?

2008-10-24T16:49:39Z

I noticed that British TV shows and movies have these actors in leading roles who basically represent the same appearnace type: tall, skinny, long face, sharp nose and chin, dark hair, thin lips.   Is this the typical British guy next door?

Pics of Richard Armitage, Callum Blue, David Tennant, Iddo Goldberg, Ioan Gruffudd





p.s. Can you tell I caught up with Secret Life of a Call Girl? Let me tell you, I LOVED Alex and the beginning of Hannah/Alex.

House Looks at Cam Picspam Part 3

2008-10-22T05:50:27Z

We all know that House's looks towards Cameron are the most sensitive, soft looks House ever gives.

Here is the evidence from season 3.

"Look at her go"

"I want to know"

"If you know what I mean"

"What are you doing?"

"Come on, you are beautiful"

Worried.

Proud.

Help me.

"I trust you."

"Don't leave"

Ashamed.

"Do you love him?"

"You make me smile"

"Uhmm..Cameron in my bedroom"

"Where are you going?"

"

"She thinks I can do this?"

Guilty

"Are you really leaving again?"

"I am not dead yet"

"WOW"

Absolutely Heartbroken

"I've missed you"

Fic House/Cameron: Somewhere to be

2008-10-15T07:00:08Z

Author: naika7
Title: Somewhere to be
Type: Oneshot
Rating: Teen
Pairing: House/Cam
Disclaimer: Don't own House MD
Summary: missing scene from 5.04 Birthmarks. We know that first thing House did was go to the ER. *case about the bucket is from "The ER"

The man was dead, an end of an era. Who was he anyway? Someone House was supposed to call father. A formality, really.

He needed to get out. Now.

***

There was one place for him to go and that place was neither quiet nor peaceful The ER. For him, however, it was an obvious choice. Where else? For a year now it was a safe haven where he got away from his routine, from his life.

He had his own chair by the Nurses’ station where nobody bothered him except an occasional walk-in taking him for a fellow patient. Cameron would come by every thirty minutes or so complaining about someone with another rectal bleed or crabs.

He sat down, took a deep breath and observed a bumb who was shaking a vending machine in an effort to get some free snacks. Easy life the guy’s got, no worries, except the immediate future.

“You again?” Cameron reached the desk “You won’t believe a procedure I had to do just now. Removing a bucket off a woman’s ass, impressive right?”

“Uhm”

“House, are you listening? She had to pee on a camping trip, so she sat down on the bucket and got stuck!”

“Moron”

“That’s what I said” Cameron took her eyes off the chart and looked at House who was twirling his cane. “What’s wrong?”

He paused laying his cane on his knees and looked at her, confusion in his face.

“John died”

“Who’s John?”

He turned away and continued to mess with the cane. House looked straight ahead, staring into empty space.

Long pause followed.

“John House?” Cameron asked finally putting the pieces together.

His silence was a confirmation and she really didn’t know what to say. She put patient’s chart into the bin and sat down next to him.

***

Cameron couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t care about House. It seemed she spent a lifetime getting his approval, dealing with his insolence and constantly worrying about him. The latter was like a habit she couldn’t quit. Nothing, absolutely nothing kept her from wondering whether he had reached the point of no return, whether he had pushed his limits too far this time. In the back of her mind, she always checked if there was anything she could do.

They sat there, no words, no movements. Cameron knew House couldn’t care less about his father at that point in time.

“Dr. Cameron, the overdose in two is still waiting for a discharge” a nurse announced from behind the counter.

“I’ll be right there”

There was nothing she could do, nothing she could say, but her heart ached for him and she felt pathetic.

“There is this patient in three. She is an alcoholic, vomited blood in China about a week ago. Now her BP is falling, white count through the roof…”

“Did they operate on her?”

“Yeah, still no progress.”

House nodded.

“I’ll take her”

Cameron was careful to keep her hands on the chair, either side of her legs. She wanted to hold his hand, wanted to squeeze it and tell him it’s ok. He didn’t need it though and she kept on nervously tapping her feet on the floor.

House got up to go to curtain three, not really enthusiastic, but looking busy.

“Hey,” she called and looked into his deep blue eyes when he turned around.

“I bet you’ll get to see Wilson now” she smiled and hoped she didn’t sound too concerned.

“Yeah”

And he kept on walking.

Another piece chipped away. God! She felt like she was watching him self-destruct.

Lifting her hands to the stethoscope around her neck she went back to work.

Maybe they will eventually get there before it’s too late.

Hugh/Jen RPF "The thing about moving on..."

2008-10-09T02:43:32Z

My first RPF, came out of the blue. I got an idea and ran with it, hope you enjoy.

Author: naika7
Title: The Thing about Moving On...
Type: Oneshot
Rating: Between PG-13 and R
Pairing: Hugh/Jen
Disclaimer: RPF may not be your thing. This is just fiction.
Spoilers: general up to season 4.

He tells himself that it is normal. To feel attracted to the person you are kissing even if it is just your job. You can't completely separate yourself from your character. House is turned on, you are turned on; House wants to taste her with his tongue, so do you.

Except sometimes it's the chicken or the egg problem. Whose desire came first?

It's not her hand gliding over his jaw that undoes him, it's not her lips nearing his that make his heart pound, it's not her warm body moving closer that turns him on. It's her eyes. She doesn't take her eyes off him while she achieves her goal and he can't move a muscle, can’t think straight. She is now observing him from the smallest distance and he feels exposed....so does House. It's Cameron of course, but it's Jennifer too. The latter sneaks her way into his conscience too often for comfort and he can't do much about it.

He tastes her, touches her and it's over.

The guilt keeps burning in the pit of his stomach.

***

The cast is going out for drinks, a few of her friends will come along too. No particular occasion, just to relax. She is wearing a white chiffon sun-dress and he can't stop staring at her legs. Maybe joining them is not such a good idea.

He stays behind complaining of a headache after a 14 hour strive for perfection.

"Come on Hugh! Lets go have some fun. There is this neat band playing there. You'll like it."

She smiles and playfully touches his shoulder.

Why does she have to do that? Doesn't she know that these casual displays of affection make him feel darker?

It's all easy for her, but he is a whale. Besides how does she know what he’d like?

“I’d rather not.”

He goes anyway. Everyone is there, tired, but fulfilled. They all know better than to focus attention on him and they let him wallow. Like a well-oiled machine they work great together in both, professional and in social environments. Some might say they’ve become very good friends, but for him it’s temporary and thus irrelevant.

God! Her smile. She laughs and he wants to pick her up and ravish her on this table. Stop, just stop being so happy; let me show you what it’s like. And with every kiss, every thrust he’d pour his misery into her, his doubt and frustration. Then let’s see you glow.

She asks him to dance, he doesn’t know the song, but the tune is too slow, too tangy and provocative. Sure, he’ll go.

His one hand is on her waist, another holding her hand and they sway to the music. No bum leg, no distance between them, their hips touching. When did he become so bold?

Her whisper is wet in his ear.

“You like it?”
“Yes.”
“I told you”

No one looks at them, no one cares. With the amount of gossip circling them in the outside world, nobody is interested in spreading any inside their bubble. Jesse doesn’t mind, why would he? There is nothing to worry about.

He squeezes the fabric in the back of her dress making a fist, that way he doesn’t feel her warmth on his fingertips. His lips gravitate towards her forehead, just where the hair meets the skin. He pulls away and when the music stops he lets her go.

***

On the set they rarely have personal conversations, it’s all about work; maybe it’s his fault, he is always the one to push harder.

When their eyes meet she is often beaming at him, but sometimes she knows, sometimes she matches him in his desperation. Those are the moments when they almost find themselves hot and heavy in his trailer, tearing each other’s clothes off, breaking furniture.

She is talking to Jesse and Omar when he catches her gaze. It takes him half a second to cross the room, like a tiger he reaches his pray. He almost pulls her hair and kisses her, but no. He stands inches from her face breathing heavily and she doesn’t say a word. The guys look at each other and leave. Standing like this for a minute, scripts in their hands, they never look away. Someone say ‘Cut!’ please. This is just like a scene between House and Cameron. It never goes anywhere.

He goes along the threesome-pillow fight-intercourse jokes, but it's not what he wants, none of it really is.

***

After they are done filming season 3 finale, they go to the annual bash at Katie’s place. It’s time to celebrate because next comes the hiatus: two months of freedom, things to do, places to visit. Somewhere in the back of his mind there’s a thought of not seeing her for all these weeks, but he won’t dwell on it.

There is no dressing up, just jeans and a tee this time and she smells of limes. She sits next to him at the table, eating homemade enchiladas and drinking her Corona. It feels a little bit like prom night, this sense of uncertainty as to what comes next, leaping into oblivion.

There is resentment stirring inside him. How did he get here? It’s not romantic; it’s real, but it doesn’t make it right.

At the table, Lisa and Jen are talking about the upcoming charity event, Robert and Gaby look positively bored, while Katie is filling everybody in on her travel plans. He can’t concentrate, after his second drink he wants no more, the chatter, glasses clinking, it’s too much.

Her neck is soft, he needs to get out, he wants to bury himself in her hair, can’t breathe, her jeans are low on her hips, her belly button, stop!

She turns to him, worried look on her face. Under the table she intertwines her fingers with his…and that’s it. He is angry, surprised and totally unhinged. He stares at her, rage in his eyes, stands up and leaves the room.

Outside he takes out a cigarette, lights it and inhales the wondrous contents. She comes flying out of the door and stops dead in her tracks when she sees him. Reflection from the pool makes her skin look pale, but her eyes turn the brightest shade of blue. She is quiet, genuinely concerned and it almost makes him nauseous. Worried I am sick? Had too much to drink? Want to call a doctor? What?

They never talk about it, but he can’t stand the silence this time:

“Are you really dense and clueless or is it just a front you put on?”

“I haven’t…”

“Stop it, okay? Just quit the act. You know exactly what you are doing”

“You are in it too. What are you flipping out about? Nothing happened”

“Oh yeah? And that makes everything ok? The fact that I want to have you all to myself on a deserted island somewhere, sand in your hair, lots of shagging! That is something!”

She steps closer; compassion is gone from her voice.

“Oh you are so unhappy, your life is so terrible, poor baby. You are behaving like a child. Just face the facts and move on!”

“I didn’t realize you were so arrogant. Must be all those smiles and praises that confused me!”

“Not arrogant, I am fed up. You either act on it, or you get out. Stop behaving like I am coercing you into something here. It makes me sick to think about not seeing your sorry ass for the next two months, but I am fine where I am and I don’t need you to do me favors.”

She crosses hands in front of her and turns her back.

“It’s not that easy. You don’t want to get yourself into this mess.”

“Oh stop it. I’ve heard it all. You are unworthy bla bla blah. You are not better than anyone else, you don’t get to claim that you feel something different than any of us. It’s an excuse.“

“You make me so angry with your American psychobabble! Don’t act like you know me!”

“Fine! I don’t know you, I am out!”

She heads towards the entrance, but she feels him grab her arm and turn her around. His lips crush on hers, he holds her by the waist so tight she can’t breathe. They break apart for air and kiss again and again. It is frantic, arousing and just what they need.

He slowly pulls away and, inches from her face, lets out a sigh.

“I am moving on…”

Every step is painful, but he keeps on walking, only looking back once to find an empty walkway.

***

Everything is different now: new faces, new storylines, writers. Except nothing really changes for him. He has to work even harder to get used to new skills, attitudes and routines.

She doesn’t even come by the set and their scenes are far between. When they do see each other, they are back to being chipper and friendly. The longing is still there, the pain remains and the distance only makes it more vivid. The smell of chlorine from the pool still lingers between them.

The thing about moving on…you will keep looking back.

Wonder Why 2/3

2008-10-03T02:31:15Z

Author: naika7
Title: Wonder Why 2/3
Type: Multichapter
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Cam
Disclaimer: Don't own House MD
Spoilers: season 4 and general season 5
Summary: Cameron. ER. Cam's brother. House. Diagnosis. Tension
Note: beta'd by the wonderful jlneveloff

First chapter here

Cameron sat there by her brother's side, feeling neither like his doctor nor his sister. She was someone in between, someone undefined. The truth was, she didn't know how to feel. It had been almost eight hours since he was admitted. After the surgery, after they stitched him up, Cameron ran all the tests, which came back normal, but she knew her brother. Something was still off. His blood pressure was down, he looked about 15 pounds skinnier than she remembered and about 5 pounds lighter since he came into the ER. Cameron couldn't objectify her observations, she kept wanting to write in his chart "Looks like death; reminds of father at old age." She couldn't figure out what accounted for his weakness, nausea and overall discomfort.

His surgeon told her those were just side effects of the procedure and that he should be able to go home the next day, but Cameron wouldn’t let it go. She was going to trust her intuition. Not sure though, whether it was sister’s intuition or that of a doctor.

Cameron really didn't want to ask for help and she decided she was not going to.

***

"Nausea, low blood pressure, muscle weakness." House wrote symptoms on the board while Kutner, Taub and Thirteen were looking around for a patient file, which was nowhere to be found.

"It could be anything, House," said Taub. "From acid-base imbalance to Anthrax. We need to do tests."

"Well, we can't right now. He also looked kind of pale. Maybe it's the blood loss though.”

"Blood loss?" asked Thirteen.

"Oh yeah, our patient was also stabbed under his ribs."

"What is this House? How do you even know there is anything wrong with him?"

"Besides the wound? Just covering the basis."

"You don't do that. You know something," said Kutner suddenly very interested.

“Yes. I do actually. The patient is male, Caucasian, dark hair. Blue eyes… I think,” said House with his usual mocking expression as if he was talking to somebody who wasn’t in the room and those people who were in the room really didn’t matter much.

“Is food poisoning an option? Drug overdose the night before? Flu?” asked Kutner.

“Forget it! We need more to go on,” Thirteen hissed.

“He has also lost a lot of weight,” a voice came from the entrance.

The team turned around to find Cameron standing in the doorway. House saw her and immediately stared back down at the carpet. She looked worse and more distressed than he had ever seen her. Dark circles under her eyes reminded him of the time Ezra was their patient, but there was this weakness in her posture, in arms folded, in raised shoulders and in her searching glance that he hasn’t seen before. House remembered Cameron in the face of danger and he admired her in that glory because she stood her ground, still kept her emotions and stayed strong and objective at the same time.

In front of him now was a broken, unsure Cameron.

At least that’s how she looked.

“Go bring patient Richard Hart down from Med Surg and start the tests we talked about.”

“What te..?” Thirteen didn’t have time to finish.

“Just do it!” House yelled.

The three of them walked out leaving House and Cameron in the opposite corners of the room.

Cameron avoided looking at him, fidgeting. She was nervous.

“How did you know to start the differential? His vitals are stable. Everyone thinks he should be released.”

“I had a hunch.”

He glanced at her. Worried. She didn’t notice.

“His pressure is low, but not dangerously low; he is constantly tired, but all the tests are normal. It’s not mono or vitamin deficiency. His wound is healing well, so it’s not an infection. All the standard ER tests check out: normal blood count, negative tox screen, ANA negative for lupus, he is a little hyperglycemic, but…”

“Cameron..”

“X-Ray doesn’t show inflammation, his proteins are normal..”

House crossed the room and stood right in front of her.

“No Hep C, no HIV…”

“Cameron,” his voice softer, gentler.

“What?” she snapped out of it.

“It will be fine,” said House sounding mildly obnoxious.

Her face changed from scared to annoyed in a split second.

“I know that, ok? I am alright.”

She suddenly turned on her heel and walked out.

“Drama queen!” House thought rolling his eyes.

***

Up on the third floor, Kutner, Taub and Thirteen stood over Rick’s bed puzzled as to what they were doing there. The patient woke up while they were moving him and looked quite well. He has actually had time to hit on Thirteen and make fun of Kutner.

“So…You guys work with my sister?”

“Yes,” said Thirteen.

“No!” came from Kutner “I wish.”

“Sir, are you feeling ok? Any pain? Discomfort?” Thirteen asked confused.

“Call me Rick and I do feel run down, but I suspect it’s from being stabbed,” he smiled at Thirteen showing his perfect white teeth. “Are those suspenders a gift from someone special, Dr. Hadley?”

“How did you know…?”

Sound of the door sliding open, heels clicking…

“What’s going on here?”

“Dr. Cuddy…”

“Who moved this patient? He’s been cleared to leave the hospital.”

Everyone looked at each other without saying a word. At this time, Cameron walked in the room, hands in the pockets of her lab coat.

“I did.”

“Hey sis.” Rick said cheerfully.

“Hey!”

“Dr. Cameron, you took personal time off. You are not even on duty.”

“Well, he is the reason I’m off and I am convinced that doctors upstairs missed something.”

“It’s not for you to judge and I am releasing this patient.”

“Uh-oh. Are you in trouble, Ali?”

“Shut up!” Cameron turned back to face Cuddy “With all due respect, if you just let me do an MRI.”

“No, Cameron. You would be abusing your privileges here, not to mention wasting this hospital’s and your brother’s money.”

Stumbling in came House adding even more tension to the party.

“I’m his doctor now and I am keeping him here.” House proclaimed with a dense air of arrogance.

“Fatigue, low pressure and nausea don’t make for a mystery, House.”

Cuddy was less assertive than usual and avoided eye contact with House at all times.

“Add low sugar and weight loss and his kidneys might be failing.”

House really just stared at her expressing such confidence in his actions that everyone in the room suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“Well… ‘might be’ doesn’t exactly express certainty”

Cuddy was now looking at the ceiling. Something was definitely going on.

“Everything is settled then.” House came up very close to Cuddy and inches away from her face half-whispered “Unless you would like to discuss this further in your office, on the couch, over a bottle of bubbly...”

Cuddy blushed. Was that embarrassment in her face?

“No, that’s ok. He can stay.” She stormed out of the room with her head down and her self-assurance gone.

Kutner stood with,mouth open, while Cameron just had a knowing look on her face. So, the rumors were true. It wasn’t really a surprise.

“I’d like to get an MRI, TB, Potassium, CMP and cholesterol tests, full work up,” Cameron gave orders.

“Sis, that’s a little excessive. Could I just get some Aspirin or something?”

“Do what she says,” House asserted and came up closer.

The team started heading towards the door when Rick spoke up.

“And get me a sandwich with lots of pickles!”

Standing at the foot of the bed, House stared at the man, carefully examining his body. Rick shifted.

“So, how do you two kids know each other?”

Uncomfortable silence followed with Cameron glancing up at House and turning away again. She really couldn’t stand his concern; it made her anxious. She could always count on House to not give a crap, so the degree of his involvement was really unsettling.

“Ok. Well, I need to get up and walk around. I’ve been a vegetable all day.”

Rick stood up in his hospital garment, but in two steps House noticed that he was disoriented. He barely had time to catch him. Dropping his cane, House half-ran to his side and eased the fall.After Rick was put back in bed, House and Cameron stepped out into the hallway, waiting for the test results.

“Do you know what happened? Why did he get stabbed?”

“He didn’t really tell me, but I know it has something to do with his job,” she turned to face House. “He’s a private investigator.”

***

Standing there, looking through a glass door, House realized that it has been really long since he took time to care about a patient he observed. With Amber it was so different, so urgent and fast. Here, he wasn’t to blame and he wanted to help with no need for reciprocity. He knew that they would figure the disease out once the first tests came back; it wasn’t really a tough case, but it turned out that Cameron needed him to stay objective, use his influence and without knowing she relieved some of the pressure he has been feeling for weeks on account of Wilson. He was still good for something.

In her worry, Cameron looked so graceful. They probably decided not to trouble their mother until it was absolutely necessary and he saw that she shared a strong connection with her brother. He detected that she felt guilty around Rick for some reason, but he didn’t want to investigate further.

No matter how much he wanted to figure Cameron out, sometimes he was uncomfortable about examining her so closely. He’d back away just because the warmth, the intensity of her presence made him want to respect her privacy. So, unknowingly she did not let him read her and for a man who got access to everything, it was a relief.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSICA!

2008-10-01T04:42:50Z

It's jlneveloff 's Birthday today!!! Let all your dreams and aspirations come true!!!
Thank you for being a wonderful friend! Always optimistic, helpful, chatty and supportive!

I am not good at graphics, so instead I bring you "House looks at Cam" picspam from season 2. It's in his eyes! Remember the good old days!

It's sex plus admiration here.

Oh Gawd and that mouth half-open.

I always thought that in this scene this is not surprise/shock face, it's a concerned face=Cameron is too invested in Foreman, she i loosing it.

I would melt into a puddle here if I was Cam.

Gosh, that LOOK!

Jealous House is FUN!

House/Cameron Mamma Mia video

2008-09-21T03:41:32Z

I am sure you guys saw this in the comms, but I wanted to post it to my journal just to have it handy.

Cheery House/Cameron to ABBA "Mamma Mia".
Made by me.
Watch in HQ and till the END!)))

p.s. Have you guys ever noticed that he gives her a wink at 2.41??

And yay--EMMYS tomorrow!

Buffy quotes

2008-09-19T03:24:15Z

When you see this, post a quote from Buffy the Vampire Slayer in your journal.

"Passion" Season 2

Buffy: It's so weird... Every time something like this happens, my first instinct is still to run to Angel. I can't believe it's the same person. He's completely different from the guy that I knew.

Willow: Well, sort of, except...

Buffy: Except what?

Willow: You're still the only thing he thinks about.

Weathered Hope

2008-08-18T19:12:34Z

Author: naika7
Title: Weathered Hope
Type: Oneshot
Rating: R for sexual references
Pairing: House/Cam
Summary: this fic is for athousandsmiles as part of the HC Ficathon which ends on Sept 1st. I am posting early because I am leaving for a trip and don't wont to be late. I really hope she likes it!!!
Disclaimer: Don't own House MD
Spoilers: up to season 4 finale
Note: beta'd by the wonderful jlneveloff
My Prompts were: 1. Extreme Weather 2.Strong Cameron 3.Hopeful Ending

It was not a good day, not for her at least. Things have been falling out of her hands, she was failing at being nice to her patients and it seemed she was constantly preoccupied.

This morning in the cafeteria while standing in line, Cameron listened to another report of a strong typhoon in South-East Asia. Thirty thousand homes destroyed, thirty people killed, hundreds injured. Usually, just like the majority of other people, she shrugs such news off thinking, “Hmm, that’s terrible.” However, today she thought about it for just a little longer.

It’s not that she felt personally responsible or depressed; she felt nothing unusual or unnatural, she just wished she could do more. She started thinking about the innocent victims of nature, then contemplating how those people lived in the first place, before moving on to consider poverty around the world and came to the conclusion that most disasters are manmade. It all turned into this huge all encompassing mental debate about human indifference, cruelty and whether all of it really matters.

Now, sitting on the bench near the hospital, she was feeling utterly helpless. It’s like Sebastian Charles said, sometimes we have to face the fact that we will keep failing no matter how hard we try. Cameron looked up at the clear bright sky and sighed. Very rarely she felt like this, but when she did, the whole internal ordeal just had to run its course.

She thought that probably the only thing that kept those people going was hope.

She felt someone sit beside her and without turning her head she heard his smirk.

“Don’t act like you know what I am thinking,” Cameron said.

“You are feeling sorry for those African kids, aren’t you?”

“Chinese.”

“Right.”

No matter how much House riled her up sometimes, how he made her feel clueless and dumbfounded; his presence always gave her peace. He was this steady anchor that always reminded her she was in the right place.

She turned and gave him a warm gaze.

“I saw you start to get all gooey in the cafeteria,” he said.

“Oh,” she smiled.

Those blue eyes still made her weak in the knees; the rasp voice still sent impulses straight to her lower abdomen especially when there was a drop of hurt in it.

“You were gone with the wind. Couldn’t find Kleenex fast enough?”

“That’s right. You are Mr. Insensitive” Cameron gave him a knowing smile.

Contrary to what others might think, Cameron has never felt insecure around House. Angry-yes. Frustrated-yes. In love- yes. Never scared, never unsure of herself. She could do or say whatever she felt like and she always had a range of his expected reactions in her mind. However unpredictable and untamed he was, she could always count on him to be House.

Somehow he always gave her a sense of control. Yes, no one controls House, but somehow with him Cameron got away with a lot more than others did. There was this unrecognizable power that she held over him. It’s subtle, but it was always there from day one. Every woman feels this power when she has it and Cameron felt it too.

“You can’t possibly have genuine feelings of grief towards someone you didn’t even know.”

“It’s not grief; it’s frustration. It’s just sad we all can’t do better.”

“This is a great subject for a Political Science lecture.” House was half-turned towards Cameron now. “Every day some people die from natural disasters, some from hunger and some from cancer, bus accidents or underlying conditions, no matter what we do, we can’t do much.”

“Hey, was this you giving me a pep talk just now?” she said smiling.

“Not a chance!”

It was a bright summer day, not too cold, not too hot; those are rare at the end of July. House looked so different to her now. The sun made his eyes look almost clear; his forearms looked so lean and tempting. He recently cut his hair and she loved it; he looked sharper and darker, but softer at the same time.

Cameron turned towards him, placed her elbow on the back of the bench and leaned on it.

“You know it wasn’t your fault, right?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.”

“I heard Chase found a job in California,” House said.

“Yeah.”

House lowered his gaze to the pavement.

“Have you talked to him lately?”

“A little bit,” she paused. “That frown makes you look older.”

“The wombat made you look stupid.”

He licked his lips and looked at her. Ohh…those lips. She’s been kissing them every day for a month now; those lips she looked forward to every hour, those lips did wonders to her conscience, to her clit, to her feeling of self-preservation. She was completely and utterly his every night and sometimes for a few hours during the day. Touching his hand, holding it was a luxury she cherished every weekend.

House made Cameron’s every depressing thought lighter because he inevitably took some of it upon himself. House wasn’t a typhoon or a tornado, he was a summer thunderstorm warm and fierce, tender, but dangerous. He made her want to get soaked over and over and over.

*******************************************************************************

Cameron remembered how it all started. House would come down to the ER almost every day whining, nagging, and irritating her about something. A week after she broke it off with Chase and almost a month after Amber’s death, House was following her around again trying to persuade her to let his team do tests on one of her patients.

By this point Cameron got used to him. She enjoyed having him around no matter the reason, but she also held absolutely no expectations.

He followed her to a small room with two bunker beds, where she usually took a break from all the craziness.

“What’s your problem House?”

“That patient has an underlying condition.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know yet, but I could figure it out if you let me do the tests.”

“He is absolutely fine; I will be discharging him tomorrow. I am not on your team anymore, you can’t just make me do stuff.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why you no longer work for me?”

Standing there by the door, hands on her waist, looking up at House while he was staring her down, Cameron was very much confused by the question.

“Because I quit. Almost a year ago. Are you sure you recovered from the stroke?”

“Why did you quit?”

“I told you I needed to move on.”

“No really, why did you quit?”

“Where the hell is this coming from, House?” Cameron was disoriented. “I got all I could from the job and it was time for a change.”

“No seriously. What was the real reason?” His gaze was almost breaking her now. She knew he was not going to let it go; she was cornered.

“What do you want to hear, House? Really? I’ll tell you whatever you want, whatever your ego demands and whatever your conscience would let you sleep with at night.”

“Don’t dance around, Cameron. You know what I mean.”

House usually couldn’t handle looking at Cameron for too long, especially during such moments. He’d always look away, break the intensity. Not this time though. This time he was really determined.

“You want me to tell you that I wanted you? That I couldn’t take your self-pity and rejection anymore? You are fishing for it.”

Cameron paused, looked down and continued softer.

“I missed you, House. Every time I was in the room with you, I missed you.”

Not even two seconds later, he cupped her face and drew her closer. He kissed her, kissed her senseless. Nibbling on her bottom lip, he took everything out of her; her breath, her sadness, the feeling of control. His stubble scratched her tender skin and his tongue licked away last drops of her hesitation. He kissed her neck and messed up her already messy hair. Pushing her to the wall, House trailed his hands under her scrubs and circled her bare waist with both of his hands, leaning his cane on the wall. He pulled her so close she felt every inch of him and bit hard on his earlobe.

After making out like this for at least half an hour, they finished the business that night at his place. The first time he entered her, her stomach flipped like she was riding a roller coaster at ninety miles per hour.
When the next day they met in that same small room, she knew they were addicted.

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Even though it was perfect weather outside, not many people passed them by. On such a day why would someone hang out by the hospital anyway?

“Send them a check,” House said as he continued to use that mocking tone of voice.

“Sure, House.”

She kept looking into the distance, just enjoying this peaceful moment

“Are you going to sit here all day?”

Cameron smirked, the moment didn’t last long. They couldn’t go home together and had to leave separately. House always liked when she left first. She didn’t know why, maybe it was because he loved watching her sway her perfect ass or maybe he felt he could protect her better that way, always observing the full picture. Or maybe he just didn’t trust her… didn’t believe it was her he was watching.

She got the hint and stood up from the bench. Scrubs definitely weren’t her sexiest attire, but somehow House would still size her up, making her feel dirty and wanted. Walking down the alley, she felt his intense gaze burning into her back as if telling her to look back. She didn’t.

Letting him be, letting him free always turned her on and it was usually like jumping off a cliff, but today somehow she knew what was going to happen next.

She didn’t reach the parking lot yet as she heard him limp right beside her.

“I can always tell them you blackmailed me again.”

This time they got into one car, leaving his bike behind. They rolled down the windows, letting cool summer breeze through.

Tricky thing- hope; it always leaves you wanting more.

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No way! These are two different people!

2008-08-11T21:45:04Z

I always thought they were the same person. Pictures of Larisa Oleynik (Time for Dancing, 10 things I hate about you) and Cari Mulligan (Northanger Abbey, Doctor Who). Don't they just look the same????

Oleynik

Mulligan

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