* Alright people! I really shouldn't be doing this. I really shouldn't be doing this. If you're reading game of desire you are going to kill me. I just got this idea and had to put it down. Please don't kill me!
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Always have, Always will.
You walk through the doors of your hospital toward the parking lot. The sky is dark and stars shine through sparkling relentlessly. You haven't seen a night like this in a year: So serene, so beautiful. You shift you wait from heal to heal as you stare hypnotized by the glistening stars.
"So beautiful…" you murmur to yourself as tears trickle down your cheeks. Hadn't it been a night like this one when Gregory House, the love of your life (which you could never admit to him) had disappeared? The police thought he just up and left being so…well like- House.
Looking around you realize that you had taken a cab to work due to yours being fixed. You sigh. It's a beautiful night why not walk? You head down the sidewalk toward your House about 1 mile away. As you walk you imagine him walking next to you hand in hand. You open your eyes to see if it could be real. But no, there is no one to be seen.
All of a sudden you hear foot steps running behind you. You turn on your heals with tears still running down your face. Then suddenly you are hit from behind on the head. You gasp caught off guard and drop to the ground, you're still conscience but just barely; not for long… you feel a cloth with a funny smell envelop your mouth and nose. You drift off into a deep sleep.
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You start to awaken groggily. You are aware that you have a painful headache and sit up rubbing your head. The ground is ice cold and you shiver. You whip your head around eyes darting this way and that trying to find out where you are. Last nights events come crashing down on you with unrelenting force.
You stand up dizzily and call out but no one answers. You try again and a door opens and you here the click of it locking behind the person who had entered.
"Hello? Someone, anyone?" you gasp out as tears mark there trail down your face and gather along your jaw line.
"Shut up." told an angry voice to your left. There stands a large man with a long knife coming at you. He's about two times your size and is as young as Chase. You stare at him too shocked to move. He smirks at you and puts the knife back to his side.
"Now there's a good girl." He sneered
"WH-what do you want?" you stutter out momentarily forgetting your headache.
"Your name is Lisa Cuddy, right?" he asks a little softer, more thoughtfully.
You nod even though something tells you not to. You feel adrenaline pounding through your veins with a force you've never experienced. He smirks, satisfied and turns back toward the door. There is a clink as he unlocks it and a creak as he opens the door. Before he leaves he turns back to you with an evil grin.
"You have 3 days to live." He informs with a sense of great pleasure as he slips out the door and into the light of what seems to be day.
You choke on your tears as you fall to the ground your legs turning to jelly. You pull your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around them tight. You bury you head in your knees and sob quietly as you rock back and fourth. You have no hope. If you could have one wish it, would not to be out of here, but to have been able to tell Gregory that you loved him. That is and always will be, no matter what happens, your one and only wish.
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You think it has been about a day. You can't tell it's musty and dark down here. There is a bit of light coming from a window that leads to another room. You haven't left your spot. You keep thinking up your own imaginary fantasies of you and Greg to keep yourself sane.
Suddenly you jerk up. You heard something. It was like a cough sort of moan. You still your body completely and try to block the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Carefully you stand your vision swaying and blurring as you do. You reach out a hand to steady yourself and it catches a damp wall.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" you call desperately. Somehow you feel torn. You hope someone else is down here, for your sake, but hope at the same time there isn't, for their sake.
There is a sharp intake of breath and then coughing. There is a sharp smacking sound and then a groan. You bite your lip.
"Yes, there is, although he would rather die at this point." told a voice that was all too familiar.
You knew that voice. That voice normally had sarcasm permanently implanted in it. That voice had made you laugh, cry, smile, blush, and glare. That was the voice of someone you loved. Someone you wanted and didn't want here. You wanted him here because you love him. Because you wanted him to tell you that everything will be alright. Because you are desperate enough to even want him to insult you and make you cry. You didn't want him here because you loved him. Because you wanted him somewhere else. You wanted him somewhere safe, far away from here.
You squeeze your eyes shut wishing it were true and that it wasn't. Wishing he was here and that he wasn't. You feel your heart speed up and for the first time in what seems like years you have hope. Hope that somehow everything would be okay.
"Greg?" you hear yourself call softly as tears run down you already red cheeks after spilling out of your already puffy eyes. You didn't think you had anymore tears left to cry. Your eyes dart this way and that trying, desperately, to find where the source of your hope was.
You feel your heart leap at the thought of seeing Greg again after more than a year. Your brain tells you it isn't possible. That you are hallucinating, but the rush of hope is exhilarating.
You have never called him Greg, at least to his face. You started to call him that after he had disappeared. Although, he had always been Gregory, your Gregory.
"Lisa?" the familiar voice called out. That was it. That was your reassurance. Your guarantee. Now your brain had to believe your heart. He was here. He was here! He really was!
You take a few wobbly steps toward the amazingly familiar voice. Your legs aren't that great due to your lack of using them. That was after one day! Imagine what they would be like longer. Your hands grip the wall as you use it as a sort of rail to keep yourself from falling. As you continue along the wall you hear a grunt. You hear a bit of noise like struggling and then a curse.
"Please no, please don't let her be stuck down here too. Please, God. I never thought I'd actually be praying but, please, anyone but Lisa. She didn't do anything to deserve this… I'm guilty… I want her here, for selfish reasons. I need to see her. Yet, I don't want her here. I want her far away from here, far away." He said softly. He was talking to himself.
You round the corner and feel your knees go weak when you see him. He still had his short stubble. His eyes were still their hypnotic blue, but they lacked their normal luster. He was thin and gaunt looking. He was very pale too. As soon as he saw me his eyes sparked.
"Lisa!" he gasped. There was a certain tone to his voice that made me feel wanted. His eyes locked with mine. Blue on Blue. Ocean on Ice. I realized at once, when I saw him, of the extent of my love for him.
"Greg!" you gasp and run toward him. Temporarily forgetting his leg you run into him and hug him tight. His back hit the wall and leaned on it. You feel his arms wrap around you tight. You burry your nose in the warmth of the crook of his neck. His nose buries it self in your knotted raven locks. You feel yourself melt and your legs buckle, but Greg was quicker. He scoops you up in his arms and pulls you against his chest. He leans against the wall heavily and slides down.
"Your leg-"you start to protest but he cuts you off. He locks his electric blue eyes with yours again and you realize the spark is back in them. You're not sure if it's true but you'd like to think you gave him the luster in his eyes back.
You want to tell him while you have the chance. You have no idea when you will have another. So, without thinking and before you can change your mind you tell him the three words you have always wanted (but were too afraid) to tell him.
"I love you." You admit with as much feeling as you can muster. You feel tears wind their way down your cheeks and collect at your jaw line for the umpteenth time. You squeeze your eyes shut and lower your head waiting for him to reject you.
You feel a finger slide under your chin and lift your head up. You can feel his gaze boring intently into you. You wait for the inevitable.
"Open your eyes, Lisa." He tells you softly. You don't want to but something makes you open them. Your eyes lock with his again. There is an emotion you can't explain that lies within them.
He presses his lips to yours and you feel a shock go through you. The kiss was short enough that you couldn't close your eyes before it was over. But it was long enough to make you crave more. You know that your eyes are pools of lust but are surprised to find his own are as well.
"I love you," He murmurs as he presses his forehead against yours and wipes your tears away with a finger. "Always have and I always will." He tells you.
He presses his lips against yours again. This time the kiss is longer as your tears wet his face. You can feel the promise and love it holds as your lips work against his. You realize at the same time that you never want to leave his side again.
When the kiss ends you lean your forehead against the side of his neck and shiver slightly realizing how cold you are. He wraps his arms around your body and presses you tightly to him.
"I love you. Always have and always will." You promise him earnestly as you drift off to sleep.
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