Ugh. This is a sad fic. I actually wrote the bit on the bottom, then I based the fic around it, Enjoy!
House sits at his piano, perfectly still, head in his hands, moving only to swig a bit of scotch. He doesn't bother to play a tune, knowing anything he plays will just make him more upset. Sighing, he pops several pills in his mouth, and swallows them dry.
House doesn't cry, and he never shows any signs of emotion on his impassive face, ever. Why? Because he's Gregory House.
He doesn't care.
Leg throbbing, House limps over to the couch and lies down, trying desperately t ignore the shooting pains in his leg. Yet in the end he'd choose this pain over the other pain he feels. His mind wanders, and eventually, as it always does, it leads to the one brunette, the problem. Cameron. Actually, she isn't the problem per say, more like the wanted solution.
House loves Cameron. No matter how he try's to hide it, the fact remains there. Sometimes it's easy to ignore, but not to forget. He can't forget Cameron. He never will, even though she's gone. She left his team, resigned.
Bemused, he remembers a conversation between himself and Wilson.
"You mean she left?"
"Hmm, more like quit."
"She quit you."
"No, us. She quit us. Us being the hospital."
Wilson was silent, deep in thought.
"No, trust me, she quit you."
'What?"
"She loves you, dammit, and you love her! Why can't you ever admit to feelings?"
Was that true?
Why would the young, sweet, beautiful brunette ever like the old, sarcastic crippled man?
Especially after their date.
He would never be boyfriend material. He would never do the flowers and chocolate on Birthdays and Valentine. He would never Forgive and say "I'm Sorry" He wasn't that person. He wasn't sweet, or caring. He wasn't young, or handsome. Hell, he was more then half her age! He could be her father, for lord's sake!
She couldn't love him, anyway. His heart would forever be cased in ice. He would die alone. Be alone. Forever. Yet, when he looked into her eyes, those beautiful caring eyes, He felt she could slowly melt his heart's icy prison.
Not fast enough, though.
And I have no place in your eyes
They play a haunting melody,
But I can't find the tune,
My life and yours are different,
I'm December.
You're June.