A/N This is my first A. Thouse story, and B. Story with House as a main character. Anything in parenthesis is Thirteen thinking something, but trying not to.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
"You should try searching for 'misty May digs for gold'. Make sure you put it in quotes" I turn in my seat. House. I roll my eyes, annoyed that he's somehow found me. (Not.)
"I'm making travel plans. I just need to get away…have some time to myself…getting the hint?" I ask him, my voice laced with annoyance, not even trying to hide the fact that I (don't) wish that he'd go away. I turn back to my laptop.
"Done with your little experiment with Foreman?" he asks obnoxiously. I can here him turn his chair towards me.
"It wasn't an experiment, it was a relationship," I snap. "You might wanna look at the difference," I say, turning to face him. Then my expression softens slightly. "I'm glad your better, House." I smile slightly. I don't (do) know why I'm doing this, letting myself show that I care about, well, anyone. "I actually liked working for you, but I'm not coming back," I tell him, smiling.
"Good. Foreman would try and save the relationship, give up being the boss." I turn away, my brows coming together in confusion. Why would he care about that?
"Are you here to try and save my relationship with Foreman?" I turn to him, expectantly.
"God, no. I'm trying to save my relationship with Foreman." He gets up. "Have fun in Cabot."
He is almost at the exit when I say, "I'm going to Thailand." He turns, a confused expression on his face. He's wondering why I would tell him. I am momentarily happy he doesn't know; I have managed to surprise him. Then I realize that I don't know why I told him. What if he tries to stop me? (I know that's the reason I told him.)
"Really? Interesting." His expression has lost its confused expression. He's analyzing.
"Goodbye House," I say, my tone signaling I (don't) want him to leave me alone.
"Goodbye Thirteen." He turns to leave. Was it just my imagination, or did he sound caring? I smile to myself.
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"Stay out of my life," I say, as soon as he opens the door. I'm pissed. Really, really, really, (not) pissed. He's cancelled my flight reservations. I know it was him.
"Okay," he says, and attempts to close the door. I catch it with my hand.
"I know you cancelled my reservation." My eyes are searching his, waiting (willing) for him to admit it. "You saw me logged in when you were spying on me in the coffee shop."
"I was talking to you. I was spying on the milf in the corner in the running shorts.
I shake my head. "I'm not coming back." (Ask me to stay, and I will)
He steps forward. I look up at him, eyes imploring. He doesn't say anything. He just reaches out, and puts his hand on my hip. He leans forward. I know what he's going to do, and I don't stop it (don't want to), too shocked to do anything (but let him kiss me). He brushes his lips against mine. When I don't resist, he wraps his arms around me, and pulls me close. He presses his lips insistently against mine. I deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. I need this (want this). He pulls away after a couple of minutes (three-and-a-half). I don't know what the kiss means, but I do know it doesn't mean 'stay'. So I turn, and walk away.
A/N So that's just how I think Instant Karma should have gone. I had to watch the two scenes like five times each, to get the lines right.