Story Title: Shades of Grey
Chapter Title: Of the Color Gold
Disclaimer: Not nearly cool enough to write House, I certainly don't own it!
Author's notes: Hey Everyone! I love House, M.D. and I totally believe the show has more potential than any other new show this year. This, however, is my first fic.
This idea was born out of boredom and a "what if" situation involving Dr. House and his foggy past. I'm writing this as I update, so I have no idea where it is going (well some . . .but not enough to give you a length estimate).
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Christine sighed and shifted the stack of manila papers in her arms. Without her eyes leaving the crowded hospital hallway, her rolled her head in as wide of a circle as she possible could—the popping joints were worth the much-needed stretch.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" An irate voice called out from beside her. Christine guiltily jumped to her right, almost running into a parked wheelchair, and glanced sideways. When she saw the doctor glaring down at the intern- who had clearly ran into the doctor- she grimaced and quickened her pace. After only having been at the hospital for the grand total of four hours, she really did not feel like getting yelled at. No, her own professors did that enough.
Taking a right, she nudged open a door with her shoulder and flicked on the lights with a free finger. Christine scanned the top of each folder as she walked toward the far wall, which was lined with mailboxes, each labeled in small, perfect letters. Her blue eyes quickly connected each doctor with their respective boxes. Albert, Anderson, Beccan, Beckerster, Coin, Eaton, Ferris, Fox, Griffin, House . . . Christine frowned. House's box was completely full and overflowing. At least a month's worth of mail was lying carelessly in a heap on the floor.
Not bothering to put House's mail in his, or hers, box, Christine placed in on the edge of the table. She'd just deliver it to him later. Dr. Cuddy had explicitly said that every doctor needed to get the hospitals' new policy rules and, Christine decided, if House didn't check his mail then she'd have to get it to him. 'Not like I had an plans anyways,' she thought as she placed the last manila envelope in Worth's box.
She looked around in the empty room to check to see if anyone was there and reached upwards- stretching her arms and shoulders and spine as far as they would go. As she stretched, Christine allowed the tension to flow out of her body. 'I really must learn how to relax. School is on break. It's summer, RELAX!'
Falling back on her heels, Christine allowed her body to drop and her shoulders sagged. 'Nothing like a little stress, right Chris?'
Christine shook her head and her brown, shoulder length hair brushed around her face. She reached back to see if her clip had fallen out and, sure enough, it was gone. Biting back a curse, Christine scanned the room, just to make sure that it hadn't fallen out while she had been putting the envelopes in the mailboxes.
'Of course it's not here, nothing could be that easy.' Christine did swear when her five minutes of digging through mail boxes and feeling around tables turned up nothing. She stood and placed her hands on her hips, circling to see if she might have missed it. When the gold clip still didn't show, she sighed and gave up her search. Grabbing the envelope with House written across the top, Christine flicked off the lights and walked out of the mailroom, still throwing glances in the darkness for her clip.
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After twenty minutes of searching around the hospital, Christine had just about given up her search, when she stumbled upon House's office. She scanned inside the glass room- they still shocked her every time she saw them- but turned up nothing. His lights were on, but no one was in the office.
She glanced around and decided that he wouldn't mind if she just went in to leave the envelope. Hesitantly, Christine pushed open the door and stepped inside. Just wanting to get in and out, Christine strode to the desk and dropped the envelope with an affirmative slap. Nodding at her handiwork, she turned on her heel and was about to leave, when she heard voices coming from the attached room.
She spent a few indecisive seconds arguing with herself about actually giving the envelope to Doctor House or whether she should just leave and hope for the best. If the state of his mail was any indication, Christine knew that she had to actually hand the envelope to House if he was going to get it, much less read it.
She frowned and turned to snatch the envelope off the desk. Moving purposefully, Christine entered the adjoining room. Without first checking to see if anyone was actually there, she stepped in.
"Dr. House? I have an envelope from . . ." Christine stopped when House turned. The envelope fell out of her dead fingers. 'How . . .How . . .?'
As the shock registered on his face, his mouth opened and his eyes widened. The three doctors sitting around the table turned as one to look at her, but Christine didn't notice.
Licking his lips, House just barely managed to choke out anything. "Christine?" He whispered.
Christine didn't hear him. All she could think about was him, here and right in front of her. "Dad?"
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T.B.C. . . .review and let me know what you think and where you think it should go! I'll love you for it and love lasts forever.