Perfect Circle, a house, m.d. fanfic

AN: The lyrics are in bold and House's thoughts in italics.

I do not own the song, the lyrics, Katie Melua, House or Wilson's couch.

Enjoy! ;)

Perfect Circle

House was lying on the couch in Wilson's apartment. While listening to the soft voice of the radio he couldn't help but thinking about Cuddy.

A mask is easily placed,

On a betrayed and broken face.

A disguise to hide the past,

When you mapped out my skin and made the memories last.

Some things are never erased,

And I have run when I've been chased,

By recollections of you and me falling off our homemade castle

He was sure now that the emotions that were buried in his soul since twenty odd years came back. He couldn't deny it.

And even when I'm walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.

Oh I try but I just can't wait,

To break out of this perfect circle

'Cos giving into old temptation,

Is like that common twitch.

The bantering, the sexual hints are always there but nor House, nor Cuddy have the courage to take the next step. At least not at the same time.

Oh the silly stupid realisation,

The more you scratch the more you itch.

That stupid itch. He was only one step away from asking her out that night. But he chickened out.

Why am I fighting, what's it for,

Must let my mask drop to the floor.

My scars I shouldn't hide from the people who are on my side,

Rolling up my sleeves to fight against,

All the things I locked up and all the things I fenced.

But it's time to let it out so we can build a brand new castle.

She knows one of my scars. The one on my leg. Maybe I shouldn't hide the many others on my soul… I have to let down my walls so I can rebuild my life with her.