I am not really sure I like this story. It's more of a drabble, but it doesn't hurt to put it out there.
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Nobody had even the faintest clue that I had feelings for her. Maybe House did. After working with him for so long, I learned that he always seemed to figure out the one thing you didn't want him to know. The only reason I think he doesn't know is because he hasn't tried to exploit me with that information. At least I can suffer my misery in peace. My self imposed misery at that.
I seem to find myself involved in his cases more than would be expected. Nothing is wrong with an occasional consult, but I seemed to be constantly in situations that put me in close proximity with him. Chase thinks that I still have a thing for House, which I will gladly let him think, as long as he doesn't know the truth. If he knew about my feelings for Thirteen I'm not sure what would happen to our relationship. Despite my feelings for Thirteen, I do love Chase and I want to be with him. What I feel for her is just something to torment me until I get over it, not something to pursue. That didn't change the fact that Thirteen was hands down the most gorgeous person I have ever seen in my life. She handles herself with so much grace and confidence. I can't help but stare at her whenever I get lucky enough to be around her. There were some definite downsides to my crush though.
Until I get to the point where I don't drool over the mere mention of her name, I have to find a way to keep myself in check around her though. Just a glimpse of her around a corner or across the hall almost always ends with me running into something, dropping whatever I'm holding or tripping. She probably thinks I'm the clumsiest person ever.
When I heard she was bisexual and sleeping around, I will admit that I had the faintest glimmer of hope. I daydreamed about what would happen if I could have my way with her for weeks. I was a total space case. That was when I had my first suspicion of House knowing about my feelings. He would drop those hints that were vague, but alluded to my crush. That made my spaciness worse. If I wasn't daydreaming about Thirteen, I was worried about House knowing that I was crushing on his employee.
Maybe, just maybe, House had it figured out this whole time. Maybe misery is what I need to keep my sanity. I was feeling a little restless for awhile in my 'perfect little relationship' with Chase. Then this crush sprung up on me, and despite how miserable I feel, in a weird way I feel more satisfied. Like the reason for going through this, is to come out the other side a better, stronger person. Yeah maybe misery is what I need to keep my sanity.