A/N I wrote this tiny drabble while listening to Gomez's "See the World", which is the song thats playing at the end of Halfwit. I wanted to get inside House's head while he stood there in indecision. Angst, no pairings, rated K+, sadness, you've been warned.
Diclaimer: I don't own, David Shore does and nothing I do is gonna change that. Enjoy!
House stood frozen. His hand was glued to the doorknob of the little pub, just a block from the hospital. His team was sitting inside, laughing and talking: having a good time without him. Having a better time than if he were there. How had it come to this? That he couldn't even go in to join his co-workers for a drink. He could before, couldn't he? Doesn't mean he did, but if he felt inclined, he was able to pull open the door handle and sit down. Why couldn't he do that now? He knew the faces they would give him if he tried. Foreman would think he was up to no good, another evil plot to pull one over on them. Chase would let him sit, and awkwardly try to keep up conversation, but glances between him and the others would let them know that he was only being polite. Cameron would go all caring on him. How little House had finally come out to play with the big kids. So cuute. He grimaced at that word on his tongue. No, he couldn't go in there. He couldn't go find Wilson either. He was furious at House, first for not telling him, the wonder boy oncologist, about his supposed cancer, then at finding out that there was no cancer. It was just a ploy to get high, as Cameron had said. That's all it ever was. Just House being House. He jerked his hand off the doorknob as if it had burned him. With one last glance at his cheerful employees, he turned to walk back to the hospital. He'd celebrate alone.
A/N Let me know what you thought. I have some projects in mind, and now that school is done, I can really spend more time on fun stuff like this instead of math homework, so look for more eventually. Thanks! R&R?