Hope House isn't too ooc. I know in that in romance fics it tends to happen, so sorry if it's the case.

Oh, and I am updating soon. I know that the end of this chapter is a little annoying. :P

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing to do with House MD.

"House, normal people, we have feelings that can't be turned on and off like a faucet. We cry, we shout, and, God damn it, we're not always right!"

House said nothing, but inwardly, he cursed the professionalism of his sarcastic grin; no longer in need of permission from his emotions, even now its ghost played on his lips. Even when his eyes were burning, and his throat was tight, and he wanted to yell, and cry, and smash himself repeatedly into a wall. Even when every part of him was screaming, "You love her, Greg. Yes, the iron heart does feel. Admit it!" Even then, he stood still, looking unconcerned. All he could do was stand silently, like a cocksure bastard. The same bastard he hated.

And all Cuddy could do was hope. She didn't have the energy left to lead him by the hand down this particular road of social interaction. Her tears were coming thick and fast, but she could still see his silhouette through the streams of mascara, and the wet, spiky eyelashes. She couldn't distinguish his face, and she didn't want to. She didn't want to see the façade of whatever emotion he was using to mask his thoughts. She didn't want to see the bemused frown, the scowl, or the dreaded lazy smile. She didn't want to have to strain to see a tiny glimpse of the man she loved. She was tired. She wanted him to the work for once.

Like vomit, House could feel the words coming, and like vomit, he couldn't stop them. He wanted to take her in her arms, and tell her it was okay. All couples fight, we'll get over it. But those were some one else's words. They would mean admitting that his life had been a sham for years. It would mean admitting that he needed her. He mentally kicked himself. He raged against his own nature, but it was all to no avail. He said a silent goodbye to the smell of hair, the feel of her lips, and the happiness she enveloped him in.

Cuddy couldn't believe his calm face when he said it. She squinted to see his eyes, but they too were blank.

"I guess I can't be normal then, as I manage to get through the day without throwing a tantrum equal to that of a constipated toddler…which reminds me; clinic duty. You know, the ravings of the hypochondriacs seem almost inviting right now."

And just like that, he walked out of her, desperately trying to forget that he'd just left the most wonderful woman in the world in tears, alone, and desperately trying to forget how it had all happenend…

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