Seasons
(AN: I know I should be updating the sequel to the last peice of his heart and never ending struggle, but my fingers itched for a new story, and here it is, maybe not as angsty as my other story's, but it's the only thing I can write! I'm not so good with fluff, we clash! So this is an four parter, will update everyday if nothing gets in the way, lol)
Disclaimer: If House was mine, would I sitt here and write this story then?
Winter
She looks tired when she walks inside the conference room- late is no need to add since he is there before her- but she always looks tired one way or the other during one point or the other at winter, mostly at the end of it, he do know his employees better then they think.
The snow is falling outside and he finds a comfort in the quiet, as much as he likes to anoy and make noises, he is fond of the quiet, when the world almost seemes as if it is standing still, no worries in the world. Ever since that case they had months ago, with that baby that had reached out of the womb and wrapped it's tiny hands around his finger he'd felt something, he'd changed, it suddenly dawned on him that maybe he wanted to have a kid after all, maybe they weren't so bad.
He finds her sitting in the conference room long after her shift ended, it wouldn't have surprised him if they actually had a case or if she had work to do, but she only sat there, staring off into space, out to the winter wonderland, her expression wasn't thoughtfull, happy or sad, it was grave, empty, hollow. He'd been stunned by the sight, impressed even, and he'd looked at her for what felt like forever. Suddenly she blinked, the world coming back to her. She turned and looked at him, and the spell had been broken.
When he one morning arrives early to hide from Cuddy and then hopefully aviod a new case and a confrontation, he sees her sitting on one of the hard chairs, resting her head in her palms while looking out of the window and off into the snow land, it must be something that triggered memory's, because she does at it so often now. She looks tired, it has been weeks and she still looked tired.
It is too cold for him to ride his bike, he doesn't want to have ice for fingers and face, so he is stuck with his car. He walks out of the hospital later then usual one day, and does something he doesn't usually do, he looked around the front of the hospital and sees her sitting on the parkbench outside the hospital. He asks her what she was doing out there, and she answers that she is thinking, she likes thinking outdoors, he tells her if she does anymore thinking she will be a ice sculpture by the end of the night, she only smiles at him and says something he can't hear or make her repeat. He leaves her sitting on the bench.
One day she comes in and she has cut her hair, it is short, stopps at the middle of her neck, it looks good, and with the bangs it looks even better, it frames her face. It is strange to see her in such short hair, it takes atitude to pull it off, but she somehow manage without the attitude.
Without the hair hanging in her eyes he see's the sadness that always creeps into her eyes when she isn't busy with something, he can't bare to see it so he tries to keep her busy all the time, he thinks she knows this, and she sometimes gives him looks of apreciation.