A/N: This is the first fic I have written in years so it's not the best. I got the sudden urge to write today and this happened so enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. or any of the characters. I just had a little bit of fun playing with them.
Also since I haven't written in so long and I'm not familiar with the ratings all that well I'm going to rate this T. Just tell me if I should change it.
She remembers their first time (She was high but that didn't change anything. It was rough. It was passionate. It was her. It was Chase. It was them. It's exactly what she wanted.)
She tells him it's a one time thing. (It's not)
He tells her he wants more. (So does she)
She walks away.
She calls in sick the next day. And the day after that.
The next time she sees him he's with another girl.
She tells herself she's not jealous. (She is)
He works in the ICU that day.
And the day after that.
She walks by him with her head down. (She still sees him turn to look at her)
He turns away.
He's back in diagnostics today.
She sits as far from him as possible.
House cracks a joke and sends them off to the lab. Together. (They're secretly grateful)
They only make it halfway. Chase veers off. (An empty room with a lock on the door)
He pulls her in.
She has a curious smirk on her face. Eyebrows raised. Forehead creased.
He takes a step towards her.
Her back is almost against the door. She could leave if she wanted to. (But she doesn't. Doesn't want to. Doesn't leave.)
His name comes out in a shallow breathe. (She's only a little bit surprised)
He tells her she's been avoiding him. (She argues that he's been avoiding her too)
His normally bright blue eyes just look sad. (She knows it's her fault)
Why? The crack in his voice crushes what's left of her broken heart.
I love you. (She means it)
I love you too. (So does he)
The kiss was gentle. (His hands holding her face. Hers on his forearms.)
Tears drip from both of their eyes. (Tears of relief. Happy tears.)
And then they laugh. (Because they both know they are ridiculous.)
We're crying in a closet
I think it's supposed to be an office
It's the size of a closet
(She's right. It's probably a closet.)
So even back when I wrote fics years ago I never used this writing style so let me know if it's something you like.