Gregory House would never forget his first time.
Just before he took the plunge, he had been terrified; nothing had even been so daunting, so real. It was after all a very big step, nothing might ever be the same; he might never be the same. Would they still want him after it was done? Still love him? What If he was no good? He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. There was no turning back and there was no looking ahead; there was only this, this moment.
The second that it happened, those things didn't matter, everything changed; It consumed his very being. There were no thoughts, no rationalizations; just bliss.
A myriad of feelings had emerged so quickly, he didn't think there were enough words to do the experience any sense of justice; he was speechless.
He wondered how it was possible; how he could feel such things. How something could make him feel so strong and yet so weak? How it could feel so right, and yet he knew, on some basic level, just how wrong it was.
He had heard tales of how good It could feel, the way It could make even the strongest men weak; make them beg. He begged.
He was an educated man, and educated men know their limits, they are supposed to know when they've had enough; he didn't know what 'enough' was, 'enough' didn't exist. . He always wanted--no, he always needed more.
People told him that It wasn't healthy; that too much was never a good thing. Who the hell were they to tell him such things? His body, his choice. Simple. Nobody had the right to take what he needed from him.
He didn't like to admit it, but after that first time, he had become addicted to It; nothing could compare to the rush It gave him. He wondered if this is how man had felt millions of years ago; to have found fire; to control it. Only to realize that in the end the fire controlled them; they couldn't live without it. They were prisoners to its power.
He had never loved anything as much as he loved It. Nothing would ever compare. He had his obsessions, and this quickly became one of them.
Gregory House would never forget his time. From the moment he had his first vicodin, his life had never been the same.
End.
AN: Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the story. I actually thought of this while I was taking a shower, I'm not sure what made me think of it actually, but I did really enjoy writing it.
Just to let you all know, I made the decision to capitalize the "It" to show how real and important vicodin is to House.
Please review, I'll respond to any and all comments. :)