AN: Thank you once more for the reviews, they really brighten my day! This next one was hard for me to write, I don't know why, but I hope you enjoy it, it's also slightly, very, very slightly longer than the previous two. Enjoy :)
And the tears come streaming down your face
She always seemed to be making him cry. He cried with the whole infarction debacle, Stacy also had a little play there but that doesn't matter. He cried while hallucinating detox. He cried in Mayfield. He cried on the night he found out she was engaged, the night she came to him. And now he's crying again, because all the previous crying has been undone.
He doesn't hiccup or sniff or shudder, tears just stream down his face. Silent and hurt.
When you lose something you can't replace
There are certain things around her house that are running low, or that has left imprints on the carpet or a mark on a bedside table. Things that he brought, he influenced. Rachel ate the last of the apricot jam she bought just for him. His helmet left a scrape on the wall by the door when they entered too roughly one night and she can't bring herself to scrub it off. She feels as if she placed her things on his bedside table it would mean that it's finally over. The realisation of it all would dawn on her and she can't do that. If she cleaned her house of him she would be replacing him. With nothing.
When you love someone but it goes to waste, could it be worse.
He went out and got clean for himself. He really did, but after a while, it got about her too. If he could be responsible and clear headed off drugs then she'd fall for him, the attraction was there, the whole world could see it. So now maybe the physical attraction would shift to an emotional one and she'd love him with everything she had. That's what went through his mind after a while.
He came back and was on a mission to finally capture her heart.
But he was too late. So he stood back and watched as she went on with her life, he did the noble thing, obviously he still wasn't good enough.
She let her hair down a little when she was with him, he'd suggest 10 minute breaks after barging into her office, and she'd accept, and they'd just sit on her couch, hold hand, kiss, it was nice. Sometimes he took her on a bike ride, which was really fun.
There was one day when she was crushed under a mountain of paperwork and she told him to back-off just for one day - which roughly translated to "keep annoying me 'till I leave these very important matters to pay attention to you" in House-tongue. So he kept standing behind her playing with her hair, or tapping his foot against her chair. He even made her coffee and stared at her until she gulped it down.
After a while the attention-seeking behaviour became less and less subtle, he'd throw her crumpled up paper balls at her or walk by and lick her cheek, until she couldn't take it anymore and pushed all her paperwork onto the floor and asked him
"Should I strip myself down or do you wanna do it?!"
He looked at her with those oh-so-innocent eyes and simply replied
"Will you go to the movies with me tonight?"
Like she could refuse. The rest of the afternoon, after her helped her pick up the scattered papers, he helped where he can, just so he could take her on a date.
Her paperwork didn't get finished though, she had to ask for an extension. The board wasn't happy about it, but she was.
