I don't own House or any of the characters.
And I don't know who the girl is in my story. I know it isn't Cuddy, or Cameron, or Stacy. I think I subconsciously wrote myself as this girl.
Their First Christmas
The Christmas spirit hadn't kicked in yet for Gregory House. Not that it never had. When he was a young boy living on the base camp in Egypt he'd help his mother decorate the house. But he barely remembered those days. Did they even celebrate Christmas in Egypt? He came to think. He never really hung out with the local kids.
She on the other hand was singing jingles before Thanksgiving. She loved the winter. Her birthday was in the winter. She loved the snow. She loved to dance in it, play in it, have snowball fights with her brother. And ice skating, she loved that too.
But he hated winter. It was too icy to ride his bike. His leg was too bad to ice skate, and there was no way he could use his cane on the rink. And the whole jolly spirit had left him after all that happened with his leg.
And this year was different. For once, he had someone else to think of. He had her to spend the holidays with. They'd only been together for a little over two months but he could tell. He loved her. And it was starting to show. His cocky attitude was getting soft in places and that scared him.
And as he thought about all of this, of her, and how much he loved her, he was walking, going somewhere, but where was he headed? It all came clear to him, where he had been going.
The sign read Jewelry Store.