This is my first fan fiction, so i jope its up to your standards
House is not mine and never will be ( sad really)
rated K
One by one, each person walked past. Each person who walked past gave him a look of sympathy . He wished they wouldn't.
He hated pity
All he had asked was to be able to mourn by himself and in peace. He wasn't even allowed that. Not one of them knew her. All they knew was that she was a good doctor, no a great doctor.
He should have told her that more……
And that was all they knew. Not one of them knew that her hair smelled like oranges. Not one knew that when she got angry
He was often the reason for her anger……
she was the only person he apologised to. No one knew that when he came home from work when he had been working on a hard case, she was the one who he turned to for support. They didn't even call her by her first name.
Alison.
He hears laughter from the back.
He hasn't heard it for a while, refuses to laugh if she is not here……
It's the ladies from reception, one of them is telling a funny story.
A story about her. How dare they laugh at her at all, but on a day like this laughter should be absent. He tells them.
He has to protect her, even if she is not here……
Don't they know that she cringed every time that something went wrong because she knew somehow
Chase……
that they would get the story of her mistakes. They shouldn't laugh at her.
Only laugh with her.
He goes home to the apartment; it's not a home anymore
It was never a home till she turned up
Could he live without her? He had to; he couldn't leave this world to be with her.
It was too close to admitting that he needed her
He walked to the cupboard and took out the largest bottle of scotch
He hadn't touched the stuff since she had come to live with him
He sat down on the couch and dreamed that he was there with her
Home.