Actually, I suppose I haven’t gushed all that much about House. Not like, oh, say, Veronica Mars, of which I’ve posted about something like 27 times since I started this thing. Still, the gushing for VM, Kristen Bell, and Rob Thomas in general is highly deserved.
Anyway, I still haven’t forgotten about “Merry Little Christmas,” and I still plan on really deconstructing the House/Cameron relationship. Yes, there is UST, and yes, they’re hot, and yes, I love the long, lingering gazes — but it’s more than that. Screw Wilson. Cameron is truly the only person who cares about House.
This scene? Proves it. Wilson’s busy doing “what’s best” for his “best friend” by going behind House’s back and collecting his 30 pieces of silver from Tritter. Cuddy’s concerned about House only because if he’s convicted and goes to jail and/or has his license suspended, her hospital’s reputation goes down the crapper. Foreman and Chase are just concerned about job security.
Cameron, from Day 1, has understood House’s motivation. She can practically read his mind; she understands his metaphors, even when he’s not making any sense, like in this scene. She’s worried about what his escalating addiction is doing to him as a person, not just as a doctor. Yes, she’s in love with him, and Tritter reminded us all — and probably Cameron as well — of that a few weeks ago when he called her on it. But like I said, it’s more than that — she truly loves him.
Jennifer Morrison, frankly, deserves an Emmy or Golden Globe nomination, because her transformation of Cameron over these past three seasons has been remarkable to watch. Truly remarkable. And completely realistic.
