Title: Brisingamen
Pairing: House/Wilson, vague House/Chase, House/Foreman, House/random male patients
Spoilers: General spoilers for all episodes up to, but not including, 'No Reason'. Possible vague references to season 3, but only noticeable if you've seen the episode/s and are taken out of context.
Summary: House receives a peculiar package, with an even more peculiar antique necklace inside. When he begins wearing the necklace to work, no man or God can resist his charms. Could such a thing help him acquire what he most desires?
Disclaimer: I do not own House MD. I make no profit from this.
Notes: I was greatly inspired by the fan-fiction Decameron by livejournal user nakannalee when writing this. It got me to thinking about other 'enchanted' stones and items in mythologies and history. Kudos to anyone that figures it out before Chapter 4. ;)
Another side note; I haven't written any fan-fiction in years. I honestly don't even think I'm that wonderful of a writer, but this idea just popped into my head and for once I've actually got a plot, for the most part, worked up in my head. Any comments, concrit or tips on writing would be greatly appreciated and I merely ask that everyone be patient with me.
Prologue – The Package
The package was delivered by mistake to his townhouse two weeks ago. Or he thought, for certain that it was sent there by mistake. The name 'J. House' had been written in wiry cursive on the box and without a To or From address. He was tempted to open the package back then, simply thinking that someone had mistaken the 'G' of his name for a 'J' instead. Quite understandable since they both sound alike. The lack of return address, however, was a bit disconcerting and he had decided, instead, to call UPS and have them take the package back.
Now he sat on his couch eying the mysterious package. The doorbell had rung only 2 minutes ago and on his doorstep rested the same package from two weeks ago. He had bent awkwardly down to retrieve it and had placed it on the coffee table.
He continued to stare at the package, as if it would leap up and begin explaining itself for being delivered, now twice, to his home. He reached forward and grabbed the package, running a thumb across the letter 'J'. He grabbed a corner of the brown masking tape, keeping the top flaps of the box closed, and pulled it off. Slowly, he peeled the flaps back and peered inside the box. It was filled with shredded newspaper. Some of the paper pieces were yellowing with age, while some seemed to have been recently added to further assure protection during the box's travels.
He ruffled a finger through the paper and uncovered something glittering brightly off the lights. He dug his fingers deeper through the paper, grabbed at something smooth and slowly pulled it from the box. Paper flitted down and back into the box as he pulled smooth and intricately crafted necklace from the box. Several jewels were strung across a gold necklace. The jewels, bright amber, glimmered and seem to catch the light at just the right angles.
"A piece of antique jewelry." House huffed out loud.
With the package and necklace in hand, he got up and hobbled over to his garbage can and tossed the box. He held the necklace up once more to the light, before pocketing it in his jacket.