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Nonconsensual Part 1/3

Title: Nonconsensual (Part 1/3)
Author: neverenough282
Rating: PG-13 for language
Pairing: House/Cameron
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Author's note: Be gentle, it's my first time! And PLEASE leave feedback :)
Summary: House can't stand to see her hurt like this, and, even if he had no way of showing it, it killed him inside.


She hadn’t been on a formal date since before her marriage (she chose not to count that night with House). Butterflies filled her stomach as the doorbell rang.  Was she crazy for agreeing to go out with a man she had met only a few days ago, at a bank no less? She decided that it was in her best interest to give this guy a chance. She has almost gotten over House. Almost.


Friday mornings were always a little less hectic at PPTH.  Unless House’s team had an unusually tough case, they spent the day covering House’s clinic hours and doing paperwork, while “da man” himself wandered around with Wilson, seizing every chance possible to make a snide remark about Cuddy’s wardrobe.  However, this morning was especially boring. Wilson and Cuddy were in New York for the weekend at some board event. Maybe he would hack into Cuddy’s computer and see if they had booked two rooms or just one…

Chase was a bit relieved when he walked in and wasn’t the last to arrive.  Foreman had come in right on time, but both were a bit shocked to discover the unmade pot of coffee, and even more shocked when House walked in later. Cameron late? She hadn’t called in yet, but maybe she just had some car trouble.


Cameron wasn’t sure if she was awake or not, but all she could hear was the damn dog next door howling at a siren. God, who makes their dog sleep outside in the freezing cold anyways? Turning over to go back to sleep, she glances at the clock, which reads 9:28. Fuck. Practically leaping out of bed, she saw that the room looked messier than usual. There was a lamp on the floor, and her sheets (and clothes, for that matter) were scattered around the floor. Amazingly, she was able to dress and drive to work before 10:00. What wasn’t quite so amazing was her inability to remember the previous night’s events. She didn’t feel hung over, but something didn’t feel right. Had she really had that much to drink?


When she walked in the hospital, she immediately ran into House. Why did he choose today to start on time?


“So nice of you to grace us with your presence.”


“I was feeling a little sick this morning, but I thought my time would be better spent answering your mail and making you coffee.”


“Ooh, snarky! Rough night?”


Cameron suddenly felt an inexplicable desire to slap him. But at the same time, she wanted to slap herself for not remembering the specifics of her date.


“I need to catch up on some paperwork. Excuse me.”


She sidestepped him and opted for the stairs, as to avoid an elevator confrontation.

Around noon, Chase and Foreman asked her if she wanted to grab something to eat with them. She thought that was sweet of them. They hadn’t gone out as a group in months.


“Let me just take these files to accounting, and then we can all take my car,” she said.


As Chase and Foreman gathered their coats, they heard the sound of papers falling to the floor in the hallway.  Looking out the door, they see a huddle of people around a fragile-looking body. Then they see the white of her lab coat.


“She was just walking and all of the sudden collapsed!” yelled a nurse.


An elevator door opened and House limped out, and almost forgot about his leg at the sight of Cameron, lying on the floor, looking so lifeless.  He ran to her, holding her head up and checking her pulse. Her heart was still beating, it wasn’t life-threatening. Still, he wasn’t taking any chances.


“Get her into the ICU!” he ordered.


After checking to make sure nothing was wrong with her head or back, Chase picked her up and carried her to the nearest open bed, as the nurses ran to fetch a gurney.  House felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of this.  He knew Chase thought of Cameron as only a friend, but a part of him longed to be her night-in-shining-armor, and if it wasn’t for his leg, he would scoop her up in a heartbeat.


A few hours later, after House’s team had run almost every test in the book, Foreman noticed something very unsettling in Cameron’s tox screen. He ran to House’s office, almost afraid to deliver the news.


“What did the tests show?” House practically shouted.


Foreman, not wanting to be in the line of fire when the results were delivered, said calmly, “Her condition is improving, and she should be awake within the hour…”




“She has a dangerously high amount of gamma hydroxy butyrate in her system.”


“No, that can’t be it. Run them again.”


“House, she was raped.”



Author’s note: gamma hydroxy butyrate- “the date rape drug”


Should I continue?




( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 8th, 2006 08:36 am (UTC)
yes, continue - i want to know what happens!
Nov. 8th, 2006 08:38 am (UTC)
Hi, I like this, please continue, can hardly wait to see what happens next.
Nov. 8th, 2006 08:44 am (UTC)
ooh, yes continue, i'm so curious
Nov. 8th, 2006 08:49 am (UTC)
Interesting. I like these types fics. Hope you continue.
Nov. 8th, 2006 08:50 am (UTC)
Please Continue!
Its a good start, there are a several fanfics out there that deal with the same theme, hopefully yours will be superior than the rest. Go for it! =)
Nov. 8th, 2006 09:07 am (UTC)
Ooh this is good. I'm curious to know what happens next! Update soon :D
Nov. 8th, 2006 10:07 am (UTC)
Nov. 8th, 2006 02:24 pm (UTC)
Oh, shit. I knew as soon as the tox screen came back that it was the damned GHB.
Nov. 8th, 2006 04:51 pm (UTC)
Oh, very interesting! I really hope you update soon, I can't wait to see what happens.
Nov. 10th, 2006 12:11 am (UTC)
*flails* Gah! You have to finish this! I wanna know what happened, and when House is gonna beat the crap out of the guy that did it! :D
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