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Destiny in Deutschland: Chapter Three

Title: Destiny In Deutschland
Author: cassandra_elise
Rating: PG-13/Teen for language and situations
Genre: Romance/Drama with Smatterings of Angst and Humor
Spoilers: Takes place following the Series Finale. Do not read unless you've seen "Everybody Dies," or don't care if you're spoiled.
Summary: When Cameron's brother gets a job in Germany, she thinks moving with him and his family will be the perfect distraction from House's death. Little does she realize she is about to come face to face with her destiny thousands of miles away from home...

*BIG SIGH* I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. My university decided to screw me over in 40 different ways, and I've been working hard to resolve those issues. Stupid Real Life getting in the way of Creativity. ;)

One Step Closer: Cameron’s POV

Getting time off for my trip to Germany was easier than I had anticipated. Since I had started working at the hospital three years ago, I had only ever taken days off for Trevor’s birth and House’s funeral, so I had a stockpile of paid vacation days to use up. My supervisor quickly approved my three-week sabbatical, and the difficult part became looking for a competent substitute to run my department in my absence. I finally decided on Cecilia, my right-hand woman, who always came to my rescue when I found myself overwhelmed by mountains of paperwork and an Emergency room inundated with injured patients. I also chose a doctor named Edmund, who was twelve years my senior and had been in line to take over as Dean of Emergency before I got the job. I knew he resented me for this, and I figured offering him the position of substitute dean was the easiest way to soothe any of those ruffled feathers.

Edmund and Cecilia were both eager to help out—Cecilia for completely altruistic reasons and Edmund for completely self-serving ones. I assigned them a schedule, but I assured them that it was fine if they wanted to work out something different between themselves, as long as they got the work done. Assured that I was leaving my department in capable hands, I flew out of O’Hare airport on a Wednesday in late April to meet up with Todd and Abigail in Stuttgart.

Todd and Abby had settled into a flat in Stuttgart a couple of weeks before my trip, and they were graciously letting me stay with them for the first several days of my trip as I adjusted to the different time zone, language and customs of a new country. I didn’t know what to expect. I had a vague image of Germany as a country surround by snow-capped mountains with locals in their lederhosen and dirndls walking down cobblestone streets next to half-timber houses. Of course, I would later learn that the image I had concocted was better suited for Austria and not Germany, but as I boarded my plane, I was certain Germany was going to be a quaint little country, Stuttgart being no exception.

The first thing that cues you in to being in a foreign country is when you don’t’ hear a shred of English as you walk through the airport terminal, and all the signs are printed in a different language. I tried not to let the language barrier throw me as I made my way first through Charles DeGalle in Paris and then later through the airport in Stuttgart. At least in Stuttgart the airport had smatterings of English interspersed with the Deutsch, which made me grateful for the first time that the language we spoke in America was still considered the Lingua Franca of the world. By using my catchall phrase of “Sprechen Sie Englisch?” I was able to get my luggage and hire a taxi to take me to my brother’s apartment without incidence.

As the cabdriver drove me through the city, I realized my perception of Germany, at least of Stuttgart, had been decidedly wrong. Stuttgart was a bustling metropolis with towering factories, flashy billboards and angular modern skyscrapers jutting out from among smaller, historical buildings. Cars careened left and right down the narrow streets, just as heedless to the pedestrians on the sidewalks as the pedestrians were to them. Everything seemed to click and clatter together like a rusty, albeit dependable, machine. Whether it was due to my jetlag, or just pure culture shock, the sights and sounds quickly made me dizzy.

By the time my cab pulled up to Abby and Todd’s flat, I wanted nothing more than to sleep for the next twenty-four hours. With elaborate engravings bordering the rooftop, the grey stone apartment complex looked like it had at one time been a bank or some sort of political building. My brother was standing by the front steps, waving his hands erratically and nearly hitting innocent bystanders as they walked by.

I fumbled with the Euros I had procured at the Stuttgart airport and handed a large chunk of them over to my cabdriver. Both the cabby and my brother hefted my suitcases out of the trunk, and then the taxi pulled sharply into traffic and disappeared from sight. I stumbled into my brother’s arms for a hug.

“It’s so good to see you, Allison.” Todd hefted me off the pavement and swung me around, narrowly avoiding a little old lady with a walker. “Come on, you must be exhausted. Let’s get you upstairs.” He set me down and generously offered to take both of my heavy suitcases. I soon understood why: there was no elevator.

Clutching my carryon bag, I followed Todd up the four flights of stairs to his and Abby’s apartment. By the time we reached their front door, I was visibly panting. I made a mental note to increase my exercise routine when I got home. There was no reason I should have gotten winded on the journey up, though if truth be told, my exercise regime was one of the first things I had given up when I had moved to Chicago.

As if reading my mind, Todd smiled sympathetically at me. “You’re probably just jetlagged. By the time you leave Germany you’ll be able to climb hundreds of stairs with no problem.”

Grimacing in response, I dragged my enervated body over the threshold of their flat and found myself face to face with Abby and—“

“Trevor!” I scooped up the munchkin in my arms and smothered him in kisses. Trevor squirmed slightly at the unnatural display of affection but calmed down when I returned him to his mother’s grasp. Abigail gave me a slight peck on the cheek and murmured “Wilkommen,” in her best German accent, which, admittedly, sounded more Russian than Deutsch.

The next few minutes were a blur as Abby and Todd deposited my belongings in the spare bedroom and forced me to sit down to have a cup of coffee with them. “We can’t let you go to sleep yet, or your schedule will be all messed up,” Abby explained.

I understood the logic, but my sleep deprived body still protested with every movement I made. It was even an effort to lift the mug of coffee to my lips, but once I took my first tentative sip I quickly inhaled the remainder of the cup. Deutsch coffee is bold and nutty, not a bit acerbic, with a hint of chocolate or vanilla, depending on the brew. I could already feel the benefits of the caffeine as it coursed through my system and eagerly took the second cup poured for me. As the caffeinated coffee took effect, my tongue unloosed from its shellshock state and I was able to make adequate small talk with my family.

Todd left during an exceptional lull in the conversation to fetch us dinner from a local curry place. It was only three in the afternoon, but I think they both realized I wasn’t going to make it to actual dinner time. The thought of eating anything was making me ill, but as soon as the scents from Todd’s takeaway bags reached my nose, I began to salivate. I hadn’t eaten since God only knows when on the last plane ride.

Between the three of us (Trevor was not into Indian cuisine), we decimated the takeout food. It was around five in the evening when we finally finished. As Todd gathered up the empty cartons to throw away, Abby grinned at me playfully. “You now have permission to retire for the evening.”

I didn’t think I could sleep with a full stomach, but the instant my head hit the pillow I was in the land of slumbers.

I was taking a plethora of pictures with my digital camera like a consummate tourist, when I noticed through my viewfinder a man limping along with a cane. The walking device was steely black with flames extending from the rubber tip upwards. My heart lurched as I remembered that House had used such a cane before, but it couldn’t be him. I was in Germany, and House was…dead. As I zoomed in with my camera on the man with the cane, I realized with consternation and confusion that it was indeed Gregory House in the flesh! I tried to call out to him, but my voice caught in my throat.

Suddenly, the flames on the cane sprung to life and began to consume House, little tongues licking up his legs with the ferocity of a ravenous animal. Once again I attempted to scream out a warning, but it was as if all the air had been sucked from my lungs. I could only watch in silent horror as the fire devoured House. The man I loved.

I awoke with a shriek which I quickly muffled by shoving my fist into my mouth. My silky pajamas clung to my sweat-soaked skin, and my heart was ticking faster than the seconds hand on an analog clock. “It was only a dream,” I murmured to myself, but my words did little to reassure me.

I thought I would be able to go back to sleep once the adrenaline surge from my nightmare wore off, but whenever I closed my eyes I saw House in flames. Resolved that I wasn’t getting any more sleep, I climbed out of bed and crept into the living room. The digital clock on the DVD player told me it was 5:40 in the morning. I had been asleep for twelve hours, and yet I felt as exhausted as before. I lethargically stretched my arms over my head, subduing a loud yawn that would have certainly awoken my entire family.

Abby and Todd’s couch was positioned under the lone window in the living area. Settling myself down on the sofa, I pried open the curtains to reveal the mottled pinks, yellows and oranges of sunrise fighting to overtake the periwinkle sky. I watched with bated breath as slowly the sky was transformed from its dusky blue of night into a veritable rainbow of pastels. The dreariness of night, all of its unforeseen terrors that lurked in the shadows, were defeated by the color, light and promise of a new day. Mollified by the sun’s presence, I managed to crawl back to my bed and get a few more hours of undisturbed sleep.


( 17 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 17th, 2012 02:18 pm (UTC)
I happy to see an update and can't wait for the rest, especially for when Cameron and House meet up again.
Aug. 20th, 2012 03:08 pm (UTC)
They'll be meeting very soon. :)
Aug. 17th, 2012 05:20 pm (UTC)
Nice work. Keep doing it. Many thanks and I am waiting to read the reunion (Cameron-house).
Aug. 20th, 2012 03:07 pm (UTC)
Thank You!
Aug. 17th, 2012 05:30 pm (UTC)
Yay! An update! This one was good :) Loved the nightmare she had.
Aug. 20th, 2012 03:13 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I basically picture Cameron suffering from PTSD/severe depression, so having a nightmare seemed a good fit.
Aug. 17th, 2012 07:57 pm (UTC)
Yay, it's great to see an update! Don't worry though, real life is more important.
Aug. 20th, 2012 03:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks for understanding. *hugs*
Aug. 18th, 2012 03:58 am (UTC)
Wonderful! Eagerly awaiting more. I admit, my visualization of Germany was more in line with Cameron's. ;)
Aug. 20th, 2012 03:07 pm (UTC)
Heheh, I'm basically giving Cameron all of my own thoughts and opinions on Germany. :) House's opinions are... House-ish. LOL
Aug. 24th, 2012 11:20 pm (UTC)
UPDATE! *squee*
Finally- just kidding I know how it can be to be busy...

Super update. Love her impressions of the country and then the nightmare.

Can't wait for them to finally see each other again of course (in time) :) Looking forward to the rest. I'm really enjoying this. Keep it up!
Sep. 23rd, 2012 07:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks for your kind words. I'm trying hard to find time to update!
Sep. 23rd, 2012 08:30 am (UTC)
Heyyy update! Yay! First Cameron/House fic I've been following in a good while. Can't wait to read this chapter and the next and the next...
Sep. 23rd, 2012 07:47 pm (UTC)
Hey, how you've been doing? Haven't heard from you in a while! :D Thanks for checking out my fic.
Sep. 24th, 2012 05:44 pm (UTC)
Real life kind of swallowed me up and spit me out again (not a very pleasant imagery). ;-) No, honestly, I'm just doing fine. You?

Hey, Stuttgart is like a 100 km away from here. Basically in my backyard. So how much better does it get? Moth to the flame.
Sep. 25th, 2012 01:43 am (UTC)
Yeah, real life has been a bear. Which is why it's been a month and I haven't updated my story yet. LOL
Sep. 24th, 2012 05:45 pm (UTC)
Also the Adipose? Love! I wish I had the plushie.
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