A differemt side of me
Thirteen walked into the Diagnostics Department to find it empty except for the image of House limping back and forth from within the confines of his office. He looked more tired and worn down with his eyes blood shot and hair in a mess. It was amazing what she was able to see from her position at the coffee table but it was only because House hadn't closed the blinds in his office. There were times when Thirteen was truly amazed by the man in the other room. To Remy Hadley, House was a paradox. A man of considerable passion for medicine with a gift for delivering a diagnosis with sarcasm and a total disregard for how he comes across to the patient and yet on the other hand he was a man of mystery who had trouble letting anyone into his personal life due to the fact that he had been hurt so many times before. At least, that's how it appeared to Thirteen as she continued to watch House from the conference room.
Meanwhile, House limped back and forth across the carpeted floor of his office trying to diagnosis a case of a rather personal nature. For several months, the diagnostician had been thinking about getting a procedure done on his leg which would erase the constant pain that had been plaguing him for years. The only thing about the procedure that scared him was that it was irreversible and if he actually went through with it there would be no going back. As House reached the Eames chair, he reached down to the damaged right thigh muscle and squeezed while closing his eyes. The room seemed to spin around the crippled man of medicine as he stood there imagining a life without pain and drug addiction.
Seeing House standing there with his eyes closed in what should have been a private moment with his thoughts, Thirteen suddenly felt guilty for ease dropping on her boss and mentor.
"Damn."
Getting up from the coffee table, the junior diagnostician headed over to the coffee maker and busied herself with mindless tasks, trying to forget what she had just seen while waiting for the other three members of the team to arrive. As Remy stood there making coffee, her mind thought back to that day she was released from prison only to see House waiting for her with a martini in his hand. Even though the past year had been devestating for Thirteen she had been greatful to see a familiar face greeting her when she was released.
Yhirteen had gotten to see a side of Doctor Greg House that was rarely seen by the outside world. It was obvious that the break up with Cuddy had hurt him deeply. The way he had diverted his gaze and uttered the words "I'm fine. Its not a big deal." spoke volumes she only wished she could take back what had was said at the spud gun competition.
"Its no wonder Cuddy broke up with you."
Shaking her head at the memory of those words, Thirteen made a promise to herself that she would never be so quick judge again.
True, she said it out of anger but the truth of the matter was that Thirteen had no idea what happened between the dean of medicine and head diagnostics.
If there's one thing that House is not its heartless, Remy had seen that first hand when they had finally gotten to her apartment that night. As House pulled up to the curb there was an heir about him that made you wonder what he was thinking even when he spoke. The piercing blue orbs which were his eyes looked at her with so much meaning that she could not focus on anything else. Thirteen found herself catching her breath inspite of herself before hearing those earth shattering three words...
"I'll kill you."
Shaking herself out of that memory for the time being, Thirteen went back over to the table and had a seat while letting a smile show through.
"Thank you House."
(Just to let you know, I wrote this purely on instinct. I have no idea where it is going but if you like it feel free to review with any thoughts of what you want to see happen along the way. Have a good night….Wicket forever.)
