A/N: A short drabble, based on the song Fifty Percent-not a song fic. Please review! And enjoy! This is House/Cameron, though there are no names used. It doesn't say who House is married to, so you can use your imagination.
Disclaimer: I do not own House MD or Fifty Percent.
She changed him. As soon as she shoved that gold band around his finger, he was different. No, it wasn't a sudden change, in fact it was a slow evolutionary process. Soon, the band tees morphed into light blue, or gray button-down shirts.
I hate those damn shirts.
But I get to lay by him. Just for a minute. Just for one second. And it doesn't matter to me.
I don't expect tomorrows.
I don't even expect full yesterdays. But it's okay. I don't need those things.
She gets the memories. She gets his name. She gets his ring.
I don't need memories. Who needs memories?
She gets a piece of paper saying that they belong together.
I only get his words. That's all I want
She gets him day in. Day out.
I know he wants me for the hour or so we're together. That's all I need.
I know he loves me for however long we're together.
"Half empty or half full?" he pries as he lays next to me.
"What?"
"Me."
"Explain." I bet only she understands the rationalizations in his head.
"You can't have all of me. Just half. Is it half full, or half empty." He educates me like I'm dense. Maybe I am.
I don't say anything, because he knows.
Everyone knows.
Maybe even she does too.
Half full. Half empty. It's still fifty percent.
I'd rather have fifty percent-or any percent of him.
It's better than all of anyone else.