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A/N: Post Honeymoon. House reflects on having Stacy work with them. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.
Nothing to Say
I never thought I'd see her again. Honestly, she left me, and I still treated her husband. Now we work together in the same hospital. We only do this because Cuddy said we have to. She ran it by me, but I swear that that woman made up her mind. That courtesy was just courtesy. It wasn't a request for permission, but a warning.
And, boy, did I fall for it. I knew that this would happen, yet I chose to ignore all of it.
Stacy coming to find me brought memories of my own trip through hell. I remember what she did for me, removing some of the tissue that keeps me on this cane because I was too damn stubborn to get a prosthetic leg. Bit I didn't want that. I wanted my real leg. She couldn't let me have that leg, and I swear to God (like there is one) she didn't want me at all.
What she said kept me thinking that maybe I wasn't the one, that I couldn't give her what she wanted.
But it also kept me guessing that I couldn't make the cut to be "the one" that she was looking for. It makes me wonder that just because she said it, means that I ever was.
And I don't think it's true.