This is the first chapter to my latest story, I hope you all enjoy it! As I mentioned earlier I do not own any of these characters, I'm just a big fan who loves to write. Read and Review.
Ever since Wilson started seeing a psychiatrist he had insisted House come to every appointment, for moral support or so he said. Sitting in the back of the room listening to what doctor Katz had to say, House had to admit she made a lot of sense. As time past and their session ended Wilson turned towards him and said "Ready to go to lunch?"
"Yeah, I'll meet you down there."
Curiosity washed over the oncologist at this moment but Wilson knew better then to ask what was going on when House clearly did not want to share.
"Okay, see you later then."
This being said, Wilson left the room leaving House alone with doctor Katz.
Surprised to see the crippled man still standing before her looking lost, Sheila arched an eye brow while smiling softly towards him. "Something on your mind doctor House?"
Rolling his eyes at this question House had a seat next to the desk and furrowed his brow. "Why do you people always ask that? Obviously there's something on my mind other wise I wouldn't be here."
Hearing this intrigued her as the 41 year old brunette crossed her arms while sitting back in the chair. "Okay, then go ahead."
The kindness in Doctor Katz voice was comforting to House but still, something was weighing down on him from long ago. "Can you help me get over my past?"
Get over my past, the words were still ringing in the air as Sheila tried to analyze the man in front of her. Doctor House was known for having a biting wit and sarcastic attitude but his brilliance for medical knowledge was unparalleled. Seeing him there, vulnerable and open touched something deep within Doctor Katz as she began to speak.
"No one gets over the past but the trick is learning how to move on. Why? What happened to you that's left so many scars?"
"Where do I start?"
The blatant lack of sarcasm when this was asked made Doctor Katz pay full attention with a sense of comfort in her eyes.
"The beginning has always worked for me. Try it."
Nodding his head in agreement while looking down at the floor, House began to recall events of his childhood that had been kept locked away for over thirty years.
Before long, an hour had past and House stopped talking, feeling better after getting that off his chest.
"Thanks, that helped."
"No problem, if you'd like we can meet on a weekly basis to further the healing process."
There were so many jokes House could have made at that point but he decided against it while reaching out to shake doctor Katz hand.
"Sounds good, how 'bout Tuesday afternoons around 1:30?."
"I'll be here."
As House left the room, Sheila sighed to herself while continuing to stare at the door. Never before would she have guessed that such an abrasive egotistical man could have a heart. Then, another emotion filled her being one some would call anger, as a question passed through her mind. How could anybody abuse their child?