Behind Blue Eyes
Written June 2006
Synopsis: Cameron attempts to reunite House with “the one that got away.”
Disclaimer: The characters within are property of Heel & Toe, Shore Z. Productions, Bad Hat Harry Productions, and other corporations. No infringement is intended.
She wasn’t really sure what possessed her to go to his apartment, but now that she was there, she didn’t see any harm in knocking. Besides, if she chickened out, she had a backup plan: cookies. All men appreciated a gift of food.
James Wilson opened the door, his half-closed eyes not immediately registering the identity of the person in his hallway. “Cameron?” His hair was tousled from sleep, and he wore grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He regarded her seriously for a moment, always a doctor. “Everything okay?”
“Did I wake you?”
“I think I fell asleep during Desperate Housewives, which is a testament to how tired I was. You want to come in?”
She stepped past him into his small apartment. There was little by way of furniture, but since he was going through a divorce, she hadn’t expected much. Still, he’d made the place look cozy and lived in. “I like it.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Uh, thanks. You want something to drink?”
“No, thank you.” She turned around and handed him the large Ziploc bag she’d been carrying. “I baked cookies.”
“Wow, um…” He took the bag and peered inside. “Oatmeal raisin?”
She could visualize the gears in his head as he contemplated the gift and the visit. He was most likely surprised to see her. They weren’t close by any stretch, but she liked and respected him. And he knew a lot about House. A single framed photograph on the end table caught her eye, and she looked at it. House, Cuddy, and Wilson, dressed in formal attire, casting tired smiles for the camera. Well, House wasn’t smiling, but that was nothing new. “You look nice.”
Wilson brushed a few cookie crumbs off his shirt as he moved beside her. “Oh, yeah, that was before your time. Cuddy and I had to attend a benefit out of town — I don’t even remember what for — and I talked House into coming along. Our hotel reservations got messed up, and we ended up in one room with a queen sized bed and a sofa. At one point House raided the mini bar … and I don’t remember much after that.” He chuckled. “We woke up when the maid came in to clean our room, we missed our flight, and somehow ended up with a three hundred dollar room bill.”
She smiled. “I guess I didn’t realize the three of you are such good friends.”
“Sometimes, neither do I.” He faced her. “While I appreciate your company, you didn’t come to hear tales of days gone by. Or did you?”
She pressed her lips together. “I saw something on House’s desk, and I know it’s none of my business, but–”
“Cameron.” The tone of his voice was weary, like he’d had this conversation with a hundred women before her. She should at least hear him out. “You can’t fix him, not matter how hard you try, and he’s going to resent anything you do try. You’re a nice girl. Don’t get tangled up in something that’s going to hurt you.”
“I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing it for him.”
“Which he’ll also resent.”
Cameron had to concede his point, but she had one of her own. “Have you ever seen House really, really happy?”
“I don’t think his mood swings that far.”
“But what if it could?”
He considered what she said, and she could see something akin to wonder light up in his eyes.
“Will you help me? Please.”
“I don’t even know what you’re doing.” Her expression made him grimace. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“He’s your friend. Don’t you want him to be happy?”
“Yeah, of course, but with House there is no happy.”
“There was, once upon a time, before Stacy.”
He stared at her. “God, Cameron, what did you see?”
“What time does House have clinic duty tomorrow? First thing, right?”
“Make sure he stays there. That’s all I ask. Please.”
He hesitated, puzzled by her request. What she was asking was simple and probably unnecessary; House tended to stay hidden with his portable television or Nintendo DS during clinic duty anyway. Apparently, she wanted to make sure he didn’t go near his office. She saw something there, something big. All the talk about House and happiness really worried him. While he knew House didn’t tell him everything, he was surprised to hear about a woman before Stacy. House definitely hadn’t mentioned that.
Cameron was determined, he’d give her that, and she would do it with or without his help. Technically, since he didn’t know exactly what she was up to, he couldn’t be held accountable when it all came crashing down. And it would come crashing down. “This is a mistake.”
“I don’t think so. Please, Wilson?”
With a sigh, he nodded. He could always claim she put something in the cookies.
End of Part 2