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Post by Keridwen on Jul 8, 2006 21:32:49 GMT 10
I'm super glad to hear you say that!! It's my first House one so I'm a tad self conscious - my first CJ one was a bit crap!! heh.
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Dru
Med Student
Chase love...because he really IS that pretty.
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Post by Dru on Jul 10, 2006 1:50:06 GMT 10
Eeek! Loving this!
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Post by Keridwen on Aug 8, 2006 21:46:59 GMT 10
Thankyou, Dru!
Next chap!
Chapter 5: And What Do You Get?
“The landscape is beautiful!” The two were traveling on a train that was hurtling through fields upon fields of golden canola, waving serenely, seemingly in greeting at them. Chase turned his head and looked at his colleague. “Are you serious?” he said, scoffing at the scene Cameron was advocating. “Have you never been to Alaska? Or any of the other breathtaking places in your country? Obviously not, if you’re enamoured with canola!” She didn’t take her eyes from the window. “It makes a change from the grey bleakness of the city.” Chase nodded. “That’s one thing we don’t have here,” he said. “At least in my experience. Grey cities. No matter where you go, people always…” He trailed off, at a loss for the right way to explain his observation. “There aren’t really that many cities, anyway. And there are slum areas in all of them, just like where we just came from. But the general feeling is far different.” Cameron tore her eyes from the fields. “So where would you rather live?” Chase smiled. “Well I’m living in the US, aren’t I?” She considered his answer. “Why?” A strange look crossed the blonde doctor’s face. “Originally, I suppose, the reason behind it was always my father. To get out from under his shadow, putting it simply. Even though at that stage he had sway in the US as well. But there are greater opportunities to…” He gave up and shrugged. “I really can’t answer your question. All I know is it’s great to be home.” “I would imagine so,” she replied. “So how are we doing?” he asked after a while. She turned to him. “What do you mean?” “For spontaneity. Can you get more spontaneous?” “Well you could, but this is as good as we could get.” Chase nodded. “Yeah. I have to warn you though; there are no beaches where we’re headed.” “Who said I wanted to go to a beach?” “I meant it figuratively as well. I’m not sure what your whacky sense of ‘beauty’ would find enchanting in the rural-but-not-rural atmosphere of where we’re going.” “Where are we going?” she asked. “And more importantly, are we there yet?” “Almost.” He pulled out a booklet from the back of the seat in front of him, and opened it up. “Okay,” he said. “This state is called New South Wales.” “Yeah. I got that part,” she said dryly. He grinned. “Just making sure. That’s Sydney.” “Wow. I never would have guessed on account of the huge black dot that says Sydney. It’s your capital, isn’t it?” He shook his head. “Nope. Canberra.” “That’s right,” she said, smacking herself on the head. “I know I read that somewhere.” “You get the feeling that Canberra is a scenic city. That its there ‘just for’.” “Interesting,” she said. “Continue with the geography lesson.” “The place we’re after is called ‘Wagga Wagga.” “And you lived here, right?” He shook his head. “Nope. My cousin moved here from Melbourne quite a few years ago.” “Okay,” she said. “How long till we’re there?” “Well we just went through Yass so we should be there in about 2 and a half hours or so.” She sat back in the seat. He smiled. “Things are a bit further a-field out here, for another difference. And we tend to randomly stick the letter ‘u’ in words. But I assure you,” he said, grinning. “you won’t hear anyone say ‘G’day’.”
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“Two down, one to go!” Wilson said, coming into House’s office. House looked at his watch. He was waiting for Wilson to finish up what he was doing, as the oncologist had given him a lift in today, talking him out of riding in the torrent of rain that had not let up since Friday. It was nearly 6pm, Tuesday, and Cuddy had still not sent him two replacements. In retrospect, he probably didn’t really need them all, he had no cases at the moment, as he had deliberately been trying to avoid them due to his ‘skeleton’ crew. This was not for lack of Foreman trying though. The last three the neurologist had tried to fob off on him, House diagnosed in five minutes. He suspected that Foreman could have as well, if he put his mind to it, and that the doctor was just fishing for something to do. House couldn’t really blame him; he just wished he’d go find something to do somewhere else. “Don’t you have a home to go to, or something?” House said. “Oh no, that’s right, you don’t. I do though, as you have probably noticed, on account of you hanging around incessantly Is it the air freshener?” Wilson ignored the dry tone to his friend’s voice as he planted his butt in one of the chairs opposite. “You were saying? Did you have a plan to pop Foreman off?” House continued. Wilson raised an eyebrow. “We’ll pair him off with Cuddy and make them both go home.” House looked at him. “Cuddy’s still here?” “Does that surprise you? It’s not that late.” “No,” House agreed. “But the niece should be motivation for her to pack up and get out of here early. Who’s watching her?” “She’s seventeen.” “I know,” he said. “Question is,” Wilson replied. “How do you know about her at all?” “How do you?” “Cuddy mentioned it.” “Why would she not have mentioned it to me?” “Haven’t you noticed?” “You’ll have to elaborate.” “She’s been avoiding you since Friday.” It was the first time Wilson had made a reference to the incident and House watched him carefully. It was the perfect opportunity, he mused to himself, almost subconsciously, for him to psycho-analyse his associates to pieces, which, for some reason, he quite enjoyed. Cameron had given him little joy, and Chase had run off and left before House could goad him about it, but the fact that they both took two weeks of did say something. He wondered what had made Cameron change her mind about taking the two weeks off, and why they so inexplicably coincided with Chase’s. He shook his head and turned his thoughts back to the present. “Hmm,” House said. “Are you sure it was Friday she’s been avoiding me since?” Wilson frowned slightly. “Hang on,” he retorted. “Let me check my diary. I distinctly remember jotting it down…” “You didn’t hear, did you?” House said, momentarily delighted. “Apparently not.” House grinned, loving the opportunity to rat on his boss. “Cuddy nearly got arrested!” he said dramatically. Wilson laughed. “Uh huh.” “No, seriously!” Wilson frowned. “Dead set?” House nodded. “What for? And how come this didn’t reach me through the grapevine?” “Because there were only two people present. Tell me, Wilson, did Cuddy fire her secretary?” Wilson thought about it. “I think she did mention that. So her and the secretary were there? She had a big mouth though, I would’ve heard.” “Don’t be so sure. I have a big mouth, and you haven’t heard till now.” House smiled, loving to confuse the sometimes self-righteous Wilson. “What’s your point?” House grinned. “You were the other person?” Wilson said. “And why have I only heard this news now?” “It slipped my mind. And it was only yesterday.” “Do share with the class.” “Illegal possession of an unregistered weapon without a license,” House said blandly. Wilson gaped. “What? Surely they were mistaken?” “Nope,” he said, then corrected himself. “Well, one of the detectives was quite put out when he found that the gun wasn’t the one he was looking for.” “How the hell did she manage to wriggle out of that one? She would have been frying!” “You are forgetting that I was in the room when this happened,” House said with a self indulgent grin. “Of course,” Wilson said, hating fuelling the man’s ego. “And by what miracle did you save the day?” “Oh you know, the usual doctor-lawyer-Indian Chief kinda stuff.” “Ah, of course,” Wilson said, wondering why he would not divulge anything more. House allowed a smile to play on his face when he recalled taking some quickly authenticated papers down to the cop shop. They weren’t really fussed with him, taking the papers and promising to hand them over to the detective House specified. Of course he specified the one who had come into Cuddy’s office – he seemed to so enjoy the menial tasks! House eyed Wilson. “Why did you think she was avoiding me?” Wilson seemed reluctant to say, wishing he’d never brought up the subject, but, with House, things seldom remained sacred for long. He opened his mouth. “Don’t tell me it’s been her sending those ‘I heart House’ love letters,” House jibed. Wilson grinned, content to leave it at House’s witticism, but it was not to be, as the man opposite gestured for him to continue. “Think about it,” he said. “You’re sitting in your nice, fire heated office and you get called up fifty flights of stairs…” “There’s this new invention, ‘elevator’ I think they called it,” House said, disturbed when he discovered where Wilson was going. But his friend had opened the gate and was going to finish what he was saying. “… only to find, in some cold, dingy office, some guy with a gun in her face. Naturally she’s going to subconsciously connect the two.” “Subconsciously?” House said. “Things are rarely as subconscious as we think they are.” “How poignant of you,” Wilson muttered wearily. “So she blames me for putting her in danger.” “You’re looking at it in black and white.” “No, I think I see some red in there. Could it be the prophesised blood on my carpet? You know that Brian guy should really look at a career in fortune telling.” Wilson detected the hint of bitterness in House’s voice, and knew that the guilt of the night had been playing on his mind, as it was even as House was refusing to dial the phone. House wished that he had been as sure as Cameron professed to be in gauging the man’s level of sanity. He was still puzzling over her strange words to him. He was a perfect shot. You could see his hand; he knew what he was doing. As upset as he was, if it was his intent to kill, he would have done so. But how did she know that it was not his intent? Although she denied answering his question at the time, reading between the lines, she had given him the bare bones of one. She was experienced when it came to reading people in that kind of situation. But what occupation or situation could lead to that kind of experience? She didn’t seem the ‘radical’, far out person that would normally be associated with such experience. But then he remembered the man who has been hassling her the previous morning. He was rugged, he was… House struggled to find a word that could explain what he was trying to sum up about the character. But what he did notice was the tension between them, which had nothing to do with the monster grip the brawny, black haired man had had on Cameron’s arm. House felt he’d fallen into an espionage novel, undercover agent posing as a doctor… cockroach from her past come to haunt her about some ‘combination’… House laughed inwardly, he needed either caffeine or sleep; preferably both. “House?” Wilson said, jerking the doctor out of his reverie. “What?” Wilson looked at him strangely. “What were you thinking about?” House inhaled deeply. “Birds,” he decided. “White ones.” “Doves?” “No,” House replied, standing. “Geese.” Wilson stood also, shaking his head in exasperation. “Of course you were,” he muttered as they filed out of the room.
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Post by Tashy on Aug 9, 2006 19:26:50 GMT 10
hahahahahahaha I loooooove it!!!! ;D
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Post by Keridwen on Aug 27, 2006 13:20:39 GMT 10
;D yay!
If I can get around to writing ch6....
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Post by jazzabel10 on May 31, 2007 17:46:36 GMT 10
Wow thats a really cool story can u plz continue writin it. it would b much appriated
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Post by Keridwen on Jun 2, 2007 18:28:20 GMT 10
Hmm, I completely forgot about this fic! I don't even remember what it was about! I should read again.
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Post by jazzabel10 on Jun 8, 2007 15:33:54 GMT 10
yes u should ;D plz continue writin it coz its really good! i hope u do it would make me ;D lolz!
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