There Was A Time

Please Note: I do not own House MD, or the characters.

Summary: There was a time when Greg House could remember being happy. However, no matter hard he thought about it, he couldn't find a clear memory.


There was a time when Greg House could remember being happy. However, no matter hard he thought about it, he couldn't find a clear memory.

He was sure it somehow involved laughing with his wife, her eyes sparkling and her brunette hair spread over the pillow, still tousled from their lovemaking. His laugh then, had been with her, not at someone's misfortune, and not the hollow, cynical laugh at the bitter irony of something.

There were blurry images of singing, and of dancing, and of planning for this new life he now cradled against his chest. Blinking, he realized the blur was salty tears, stinging his eyes, and shifting the weight in his arms carefully, he swiped at them with a still-gloved hand.

He tried a laugh, trying to mock the sheer irony of the two extremes he was faced with, life and death in the one room, but even that sounded out of place. It echoed harshly off the pale walls, making him want to cover his ears and scream. For once, it seemed that the Doctor would have to give a damn.

There was a time when Greg House could remember being happy. However, as he held his newborn daughter in his arms, and saw the bruised and battered body of his wife the paramedics had pulled from the car wreck, but failed to save in the emergency room, he couldn't find a clear memory.