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Aftershocks 20.2: Sensitivity



Aftershocks 20.2: Sensitivity

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TITLE: Aftershocks: A Story in Shattered Pieces
SUMMARY: It's like kindergarten dodgeball around here.
CHARACTERS: Chase, Cameron, House.
R for language and themes.
WARNINGS: Details the aftermath of events in Bad Company, a rough, violent story. Aftermath isn't always pretty; may distress some readers. Adult themes and adult language.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own 'em. Never will.
NOTES: The pieces of this shattered story are numbered. The first number signifies the number of days that have elapsed since the original event in Bad Company; the second number signifies when the fic occurs during that day.


Chase had still been smiling, practically whistling to himself while he walked down the hall like a little boy who was going on an unexpected field trip. She, meanwhile, was not allowed to go. She thinks she will never be allowed. Nobody will even talk to her about Wilson.

The Boys' Club has shut her out. Go to work, little girl. Do your job, and don't mess with things you'll never understand. It feels like the reverberation in the air after someone has slammed a door in her face. It's the end of the day and House—who can always find reasons to leave early—is putting off going home, toying around instead with porn or whatever it is he has on his computer. She wants to talk to him and find out what exactly is so wrong, but she has already tried and the response is always the same. House evades her, often by being such an ass that she has to walk away before she says what she's thinking and maybe gets fired.

Today she isn't even sure what she's thinking. The problem is more of a feeling—a sense of wrongness that she can't pin down because no one will tell her enough to let her diagnose it. 

While Wilson was in the hospital, House had spent hours hiding in Wilson's office, doing his research and spying and goofing off while sprawled in Wilson's posh leather chair. He had put up his feet on Wilson's heavy, elegant desk and—Cameron is certain of this—snooped shamelessly through every drawer and file. He had taken to eating his lunch (and often dinner) in there. She'd seen him napping on Wilson's sofa.

Now that Wilson is staying with him, House barely goes into that office at all. He looks at it every time he passes by, though. Yesterday evening, she had padded around the corner of the corridor (her feet were aching so terribly at the end of the day that she had taken off her high heels) and caught him. She was several yards behind him as he walked out of his office, wearing his iPod to shut out the world. He stopped there at Wilson's door. At first it appeared he would go in, but instead he ran his fingers over the silver letters of Wilson's name, like a blind man searching for a meaning he couldn't see.

That simple gesture had made her stop moving, even stop breathing. Cameron had thought of Ebenezer Scrooge on his knees in the snow, trying in vain to wipe his own name from the marble headstone. House had always seemed to consider guilt as a weakness to be exploited in others, while he himself was immune. Yet for just that moment, while he thought no one was watching, there it was. He can ridicule her all he likes, but there's something she knows about him now. 

He does care about his friend, and not just a little bit, either. She had thought it was some sort of weird power play, the way he'd taken Wilson home, but it wasn't. All she had wanted to do this morning was help, because House was so oblivious to the damage he could cause; she hadn't deserved his derision, or Wilson's for that matter. Had she?

not cam. have mercy.

What the hell did Wilson think that she would do to him? 

"He thinks you'll kill him with kindness," says Chase, over the beer she has bought him. He's being honest, so she sips her own beer and waits for him to continue, knowing that this is not likely to be pleasant. Chase studies her; she can see him weighing his options, making decisions.

"Why do you think Wilson is friends with House?" he asks, and she discovers to her shock that she has never—not once in three years—even thought about that.

"He ... I ... I don't know. I guess ... I think he admires House."

"And that's all?"

"If you have something to tell me, just tell me. You all treat me like I'm an idiot, and I'm trying to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that it's not because I'm a woman."

"Well, it sort of is," he says, and catches himself. She can almost see him trying to remove his shoe from his mouth. "It's just that you're thinking like a woman. That doesn't make you an idiot."

"But it does get me treated like one?  That's ... enlightened."

"It means you're not thinking like Wilson. He's really a lot like House, and that's what you're missing. You're concerned and sympathetic. It can feel like suffocation. If Wilson wanted sweetness and sympathy he'd find a different friend."

"I can't treat Wilson the way House does."

"I'd like to see you try," scoffs Chase. "Seriously, that's not what I'm suggesting." He pauses, his finger tracing lines in the condensation on his glass. "I think you'd do all right, if you just treated Wilson the way you'd treat House."

"But House is such a—"


"Have mercy," she sighs, and Chase nods at her. The smile on his face is large, genuine, and not the least bit condescending.

"I'll buy the next round, if you'd like."

"Only if there's food to go with it."  She leans with her elbows on the counter, just the way her mother taught her never to do. In this place, with the neon Corona signs reflecting off the worn varnished wood, it's only proper. She'll stay, and relax, and see if there's anything else she can learn from Chase.

House would want her to shut up and do something practical. "Make yourself useful" is practically a mantra with him. 

She thinks she has figured out how to do that, at least in a small way. Thank you, Robert Chase. Checking her kitchen cabinets, she finds precisely the item she needs. That's part one.

For part two she settles at her spare little desk and goes online. 

  • (Anonymous)
    Yay! Cameron's stepping up! Thank you for giving her her due, she really isn't clueless and soft. I can't wait to see where this goes. I like that (so far) she's the only one to clue in that House feels guilt.
  • it's a happy day when another chapter of this graces my flist. :D

    i love the way you write cameron. and i especially liked her comparison of house to scrooge.
  • Love it, as usual. The POVs are always so fantastic!
    • Glad you're following along. :-)

      Cameron was a challenge for us, but we had to let her tell her side of things at least a little bit. And you know -- she surprised us.

      Thanks for letting us know that this worked. Writers are always insecure thrilled to get feedback.
  • Ooooowee!! Chase is rockin' in this chapter. I love it. I hate Cameron with a passion that is very unhealthy. But the verse would lose it's power if the annoying one was ignored. Afterall, she did have some sort of relationship with Wilson before the INCIDENT.

    I loved the description of House running his fingers over the letters on Wilson's door - At first it appeared he would go in, but instead he ran his fingers over the silver letters of Wilson's name, like a blind man searching for a meaning he couldn't see.

    This chapter is just as awesome as the previous ones. I like the brush that you've painted Cameron with. It's pitch perfect. I still hate her. :)
    • We have discovered that it becomes much harder to hate a character once you've tried looking at the world from their POV.

      Cameron may not have understood what she needed to do, but she's not evil or stupid. Even though she sometimes does really screwy things -- so do House and Wilson.

    • This is so true. I, too, have no love for Cameron. But, as with anyone, if we empathize with someone and put ourselves in their shoes, they can't help but to become less heinous. This you have done with Cameron.
    • In this verse Cameron works. I really think David Shore needs to read Aftershocks. Maybe he'll get a clue.

      As for hating Cameron. Well don't tell anybody but I was kind of looking forward to learning what she plans to do to help Wilson. Really, I expect you to keep this to yourself. Otherwise I could lose my rep :)
  • Greetings!

    One wonders, one wonders... what has she got up her sleeveses??? :-D

    Glad to see her being willing to accept some honest criticism for a change.... It truly must suck some days for her to be in the middle of such a boy's club - esp. when she isn't a particularly masculine woman - in either body or thought patterns.

    • PS - And, as folk have said, this passage is absolutely brilliant -
      "At first it appeared he would go in, but instead he ran his fingers over the silver letters of Wilson's name, like a blind man searching for a meaning he couldn't see.

      That simple gesture had made her stop moving, even stop breathing. Cameron had thought of Ebenezer Scrooge on his knees in the snow, trying in vain to wipe his own name from the marble headstone." -K
  • That moment with House at Wilson's door. Ugh. Such beautiful, painful images. Wonderfully written. My favorite part of this segment.

    It was nice to get the perspective of another character and it was nice to see an interaction between Chase and Cameron.
  • I like the complexities here, Cameron's dawning awareness that the people around her aren't as easy to understand as she had assumed. I also like that she is willing to hear -- that she goes out of her way to hear -- why she's being shut out, and that she takes steps to be welcomed again by helping Wilson the way he wants to be helped. So she's still Cameron the soother, but she's willing to modify her methods for the sake of the soothee.

    Besides the Scrooge line others have pointed out, I really liked this:

    a sense of wrongness that she can't pin down because no one will tell her enough to let her diagnose it.

    Nice to see her thinking in the way House has tried to train them to do.
    • There are things Cameron has a hard time understanding, to be sure, but she does pay attention to House and she does want his approval.

      For the sake of that, and to stop feeling as if she's out in the cold, we could definitely see her being willing to ask questions of the one person who won't either make it worse (as House would) or tell her it's none of her business (that would be Foreman).

      Chase can be remarkably candid when given the opportunity, and he likes her.
  • Very interesting take on Cameron (whom normally I can't stand)! But this chapter made me see her Cameronesque behaviours in a new light -- she, ah, stalks House because she cares, and her frustration of not understanding him (or Wilson) comes from looking at them through the lens of her own personality, not theirs.

    I'm not sure I will forgive you if you make me like her, but I am enjoying the deft psychology that is woven throughout the story!

  • you guys write cameron much more bearibly than the actual show writers.
    she comes off as a *way* over the top, no mediation, overcaring ditz in the show.
    this is *a lot* better. she's not a ditz. she just doesn't quite get that not everyone needs loving care. and that's how you wrote her. yay!
  • Thanks for giving Cameron her due as well. *g*
    • And by that, I should clarify *sigh* and say thanks for treating her like another character, and not as an obstacle to [insert ship name here]. Though yes, I understand that this story is gen. *smiles*
  • Thank God! Someone who writes Cameron as more than just a one-dimensional, whiny woman. I love this series by the way. I'm late to the party but the food is great!
    • Thank you most kindly!

      *offers refreshing Adult Beverage*

      Welcome, and we're so glad you're here! We had a real blast writing this, and it's always exciting to hear from our readers.
  • Yay Cameron! I love Cameron :D I think she could help Wilson a lot, if she can keep some of her impulse to squish Wilson down to a dull roar :D I can relate a lot to Cameron so... yeah... I am glad to see her have her day in the limelight ^_^ I needed to read some good Cam as I actually have to write her chapter next in my story and I have to idea how to write her :P Maybe I have been given inspiration :D
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