Thoughts (of a limping atheist)
Hello! This is a short House MD fic. I guess it's set in the present, (last season), but that's up to you. The series belong to their rightful owners, but the story/ideas/words belongs to me. Hope you enjoy :)
Hey. It's House. Gregory House.
[silence...]
(Mph, so much for the Bond line...you guys owe me forty backs)
Anyways, you wanted to talk to me? If so, make it quick or go nag Wilson about it. He's probably announcing to to a chick the heart-wrecking event that she's got cancer. And then sleeping with her. (comfort sex, you know? And not just for the patient...)
Yes, I'm so glad you've noticed by now that I'm mocking my only friend. I guess I should go cry on my bed now right?
#sigh#
You'll ask something or just keep standing there like a windmill?
[…]
If I'm happy?Oh don't play Wilson to me. You're watching too much soap operas (and yes, as a doctor I can diagnose that that's bad for the brain)
No one is ever entirely happy.
Not even a moderate amount of happiness you'll ask? Maybe. Some imbeciles find that through a supernatural being, some through family and friends.
I have none. Well...maybe that oncologist.
What did you say? I should open up my heart? Oh don't give me this crap.
[silence]
Oh fine, I'm talking to myself anyway. What could possibly happen? Except that Wilson might possess some...emotional detector...tylepathetic powers, can't rule that out.
Mph. Even to myself I'm talking about Wilson. Great, he's becoming like a growing tumour.
Another irony.
So...''friends'' ...let's start with the simple ones.
Foreman, Chase, Taub,13.
They don't care about me, I don't care about them. Although I feel kinda sorry when one of them leaves, or...dies, or whatever. And it's certainly fun to make Taub angry.
Anyway, next.
Wilson, Cuddy.
Damn, why do we always come back to this.
Wilson: boring oncologist, always lecturing me about what I should or should not do. And if I don't say ''all right mummy'', he suddenly becomes all offended. Once, he left me. My only damn friend and he left me. He though I was using him, corrupting him, like I was some kind of striga or something.
Then, he came back again.
That's why I'm so protective for him, always checking out whether his (failed) relationships are the best for him. Some say ''It's easier to leave that to be left behind''. I don't want to be left behind again.
Have I said that he's a boring oncologist with teddy bears in his office? I have?Good.
Oh who am I kidding.
Hanging out with Wilson is the best thing these years. And maybe in my current fucked up life. Except from solving tough cases and proving that I'm right, I like that too.
Cuddy. Let's just...not talk about her.
#sigh#
Lousy doctor, great butt. She's the stubborn, thick-headed doctor I'm in love with.
Wait, that's probably me.
These two do not know how deeply they affect my life and my choices in it, and they'll most probably never learn, for I will not tell them. Hell, I can't admit these stuff even to myself.
I hope I find the guts to tell them one day.
Anyway, are we done? #rolls eyes#. Good.
Reviews are always nice!Thanks for reading!
~The Nameless Stranger