Behind Blue Eyes 4/4

Behind Blue Eyes
Written June 2006
Rated PG
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.


“You’re here late.”

Cameron looked up and smiled halfheartedly at Wilson. “Yeah. I told House I’d finish his clinic hours for the rest of the week.”

“Clinic’s been closed for a while now.” He leaned on the nurse’s desk with her and followed her gaze. The Dean of Medicine’s office was dark and empty. “Cuddy left early today.”

“Yeah.”

Her presence in the clinic near Cuddy’s office and her distracted mood, coupled with the plan she had suggested last night, gave him a good idea of what she had seen — and what had happened when she set her plan into motion. “Are you okay?”

She wet her lips and sighed. “You were right. I never should have interfered. It … didn’t go as I’d hoped.”

“Do you regret trying it?”

Cameron paused thoughtfully. Did she? It failed miserably, but at least Cuddy knew now. She had always wondered, and Cameron was responsible for the truth coming to light. It hadn’t change anything, yet somehow Cameron felt better. “No, I don’t regret it.”

“And you’re still employed, so apparently House doesn’t regret it either. I’d say you did the right thing.”

“You don’t even know what I did.”

“I think I have an idea … and I’m impressed. They’re my friends, and I’m not sure I would have done what you did.” He paused. “Look … there aren’t a lot of people like you in the world. You’re kind and compassionate, and you genuinely want to help people. It’s part of what makes you a great doctor. But there are some people in the world who don’t want help. They don’t want kindness and compassion. They enjoy their misery. You may have the best intentions in the world, but it won’t matter because they can’t be happy, even if you’ve found the root of their unhappiness.”

“So that’s it? Just forget about the whole thing and let him be miserable?”

He noticed her pronoun change. “You tried.”

“I really thought it would work. And it did. Just not the way it should have.”

Wilson slipped his hand over hers and squeezed it. “House is who he is, and I don’t know if any intervention on anyone’s part is going to change that. Don’t beat yourself up.”

She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

“What are friends for?” He pulled away and stuck his hands in his pockets. “So — hungry?”

“A little.”

“Come on, I’ll buy you dinner.”

“You don’t need to buy me dinner.”

“Well, I’d cook you dinner, as repayment for the cookies, but I’m not a great cook. Passable, but not great.”

“The cookies,” she said with a laugh. “Those came from one of those packages where they’re already pre-cut. All I did was put them in the oven.”

“Really? I should get some of those, they were good. Well, the dinner offer still stands.”

She considered it. Maybe the company would help keep her mind off of the day’s events and the sadness she felt in relation to them. “Okay.”

They walked to the elevator, and Wilson pressed a button. “What sounds good? Italian? Chinese?”

The doors slid open, revealing Cuddy and House inside the car. He was nuzzling her cheek with his nose, mumbling something at the same time which made her smile. Cameron and Wilson both gaped, and her mouth slowly began to curve upward.

“Oh.” Cuddy straightened, backing away from House, and regarded the two doctors with an uncharacteristic blush. He leaned on his cane and grinned at them, not unlike the photograph. Both pairs of blue eyes were bright with happiness. “Um…” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and squeezed past them into the lobby.

House leaned forward and said, “She wants me bad.” Then he hobbled after Cuddy, standing on her right side so he could put his arm around her waist. She leaned into his embrace, and he took the opportunity to press a kiss to her temple.

The elevator doors closed, but Wilson and Cameron were still outside, watching slack-jawed as the couple left the hospital.

Wilson smiled a little. “They looked really happy, didn’t they?”

“Yeah,” Cameron replied with a grin, “yeah, they did.”

The End

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