I'd Love You To Love Me
By
PG
She sits alone in her one bedroom apartment thinking about him. This is how she spends most nights. Glass of red wine by her side, Etta James playing softly in the background. Thinking of the harsh words they slung at each other that day. Replaying the scenes in her mind. If he weren't so damn arrogant. And stubborn. But that's just the way he is. The way he's been for quite awhile. And she's fallen in love with him anyway. With his scruffy look, his gruffness, his awful bedside manner, his general disregard for people. God, what the hell was wrong with her? And the worst part, the most heartbreaking part, was that she had to go day to day acting as if she felt nothing. And why? Because he hated her. And that hurt more than death itself, of that she was certain.
He sits alone in his apartment across town thinking about her. Glass of scotch atop the finely tuned piano, playing songs of melancholy he knows by heart. Thinkings of their run ins that day. The harsh words that were said. He doesn't know why he gets like that with her, but he does. Thinking how just this once he he had handled the situation differently. Thinking how he brushed up against her as they walked down the hall this morning. How she walks with such determined purpose, like she can prove herself with her walk alone. It makes him smirk just to think about it. How her hair falls down her back like a cascading waterfall on a dark night. And how much she hates him. She'll never know the way he feels about her. Displaying his feelings isn't something he does. He's Dr. Gregg House dammit, cynic of the earth and he's not about to let some woman know his weaknesses. Even if it's killing him not to.
They both finish their drinks and go to their respective bedrooms. thoughs of things that will never be running through their heads. As they both lay down, neither knowing the other is doing the exact same thing at the exact same time,
Good Night Dr. House
Good Night Dr. Cuddy