blood runs through our veins

Tired, Cameron slides into a booth. Her gaze is distant and she waits for Mark to show up. She's just not in a good mood.

This is one of those moments where your busy, but you're doing everything but what you're supposed to do.

*is amused*

Here you go, House. Don't say I don't ever do anything for you.


Music:


radio moscow, frustrating

humanzi, fix the cracks

barzin, won’t you come

barzin, let’s go driving

sean lennon, dead meat

Honey. *blush* You didn't have to.

Allison rubs her eyes, leaning against the desk as she waits for Stacy to show up for their meeting. She brushes her hand against her neck, rubbing it.

She's exhausted and there's something that she has talk about with the older woman. Something about the case-- she can't remember, between packing and going back and forth between LA and Princeton, she feels like she needs a vacation already.

She reaches for iPod to wait.

Other than the fact that there's nothing to do-- we're all caught up finally. I'm subjecting myself to this.


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2) One thing you don't like about me
3) One thing you find sexy about me
4) One thing you'd like to do to me
5) One thing you've always wanted to tell me but never have

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Why am I in New Jersey again?

They've been talking about this trip for months.

Finally, with a free week, Allison decides to go and see Mark in LA. It's insane how twisted her nerves are-- for the first time in her life she has something tangible and steady. She's protective of their relationship of where they're going.

And she's in love.

It's the scariest part of it all. She's still bewildered by how lucky she is, finding him and being able to share her life with him.

Regardless, she's in LA and happy to be here. She smooths her hands against the hem of her dress, leaning against the escalator as it drifts down to the baggage claim.

Mondays are made to torment humanity.

Anyhow. Jack Bauer *amused*, I feel like I have to bake you a cake. Or promise to name my first born after you or something.

This is that question you get in the beginning of your freshman philosophy class, the kind of question that the professor is just dying to mock you with.

That was just a long winded way of saying god, this is stupid.

It was a long time ago. I was young and there was this boy— yeah, I know. It’s how it always starts.

But I will say this. Falling in love is the most terrifying, most impossible sensation that you’ll ever encounter. It’s high and a low and unfortunately, for me, it was an ugly low.

I don’t want to say that it gave me a certain perspective, but it definitely closed a lot of things in me. I’m trying desperately to avoid the Oprah moment.

But it’s this, a ring, and the series of events that followed that really screwed me up.

Good times, I know.


Muse: Allison Cameron
Fandom: House, M.D
Words: 147