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- To Do Well -
Chapter 4
Identification
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I stopped the car slowly, pulling to a halt quickly on the road. Across the crackly concrete sidewalk was a large house, a red metallic bike lying uselessly on the front lawn, a small soccer ball forgotten by the brown fence. I stared up at the beautiful cozy house longingly, thinking maybe one day Brian and I could move into somewhere like that. I saw a child's face peek out from under blue shutters and smile quickly with a rush of excitement. I let my gaze fall back to Brian who was sitting contently in the front seat, waving at his friend from the car window longingly.
"You sure you're gonna be Okay?" I asked him
"I'll be fine mum" He assured looking at me, in his free hand holding a small toy gun. He smiled and went to open the rickety car door, but my hand stopped him.
He looked at me bewildered "Have I done something wrong?" He said, his voice breaking a bit. I chuckled a little and smiled at him intently, I saw him relax a little an exhale a short breath
"Just remember…I love you - Okay?" I quietly muttered with a smile.
"I l-love you too Mum" He said looking confused at my out-of-nowhere comment. His jade eyes flickered over my face "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine" I told him quickly, realizing I was delaying his play time "You just have fun" I said with a beam, releasing the car door hand and retracting my hand steadily.
"I will" He said as he opened the door and stepped out hurriedly, running across the lawn to his friend who had just stepped out of the front door.
"I'll see you at 7.00!" I shouted as I leant over the passenger seat, I watched him run and greet his friend happily.
Then I swerved off down the street to work again.
I followed my repetitive routine absent mindedly. Park outside, go inside, open closet, take out mop, clean floors, dust desks, wipe screens, eat lunch, and clean waste paper baskets.
It was while I was wiping computer screens blankly when I heard a rude and impatient tapping on the door. Even before I turned and looked at him I could tell it was House, I could tell by the manner of his approach…strictly an 'I-don't-give-a-damn-what-you're-doing' kind of knock.
I crooked my head to the side to see him standing there in his usual pose, leaning to his left side absently, his eyes alight with satisfaction. He had a hunger to annoy and fathom people I guess, something he had to satisfy
A worn smile crossed my lips
"Hey" I muttered softly, twisting my head back to wipe the screen with the white piece of cloth. My eyes stared down contently at the black screen as I waited for his voice to speak
"Hi" He said lightly as he limped forwards a bit, glancing at my task very in a bored way. I could see in his free hand he had a bright green yoyo, he started to twist the string and repetitively bounce the ball.
Up and Down, Up and Down, Up and Down
I kept wiping the screen for a few minutes, waiting for an explanation. I was sure I had wiped it so much I could have completely made the screen disappear. I realise that he was just going to keep flinging that Friggen yoyo near my shoulder and irritating me until I acknowledged his presence.
I finally finished wiping the screen; I dropped my head for a moment exhausted then looked at him
"What did you want?"
"I didn't want to interrupt you" He said rather casually. "Now that you're done, judging by the way I've been watching your schedule, it's time to eat lunch"
I stared at him utterly intrigued by why he as watching my routine. "Are you stalking me or something?"
"Nope, just wanted to know if you were up for eating lunch with me again"
"Oh really" I said raising an eyebrow "Why would that be?"
"Beeeecause" He dragged on as he kept flicking the yoyo "I'm bored" What he didn't tell her was that he'd taken a liking to her, and found her hard to crack. Usually he could determine who a person was from first glance, but she was different
"You get bored often" I asked him
"Ya huh" He said emotionlessly as he spun the yoyo down again
"Well I guess so" I told him as I put the cloth back on the rolling tray, facing him
"Cool" He said very falsely enthusiastically "But this time -" He said as he raised his electric blue eyes to me mysteriously
"-We eat my way"
I stared at him and blinked blankly
"Ooo-k?"
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\HiI walked behind him in the car park, keeping a very steady eye on him limping through the cars. I wondered if he had a very expensive flash car, one that roared exhaust fumes from the back. One that made him feel powerful
When I saw his…ride, I realised he'd gone that step further
He put a hand on his motorbike, the one I'd noticed a few weeks before. He didn't smile, or ask me if I liked it, he just threw me a black helmet which I barely caught. I stared down at it bewildered as he put his cane in a small designed grasp and hopped on. He clasped his hands on the handlebars, knuckles tightening and looked at me expectantly
"…Or, You could just stand there staring at me"
"I-" I began to stutter wildly "I barely know you!" I exclaimed
"You don't need to know my life story to ride a motorbike with me"
I stared at him, obviously realizing I wasn't going to win this argument. I gave a long sigh of defeat and raised my eyes to him, seeing his gleeful smirk I gave him a very cautious stare
"And you know how to ride it?"
"Just like walking"
"Ok" I said with a small grin, letting my eyes fall to the floor. I gripped the bike helmet with one hand, cradling it to my torso and with the other undid my hair, letting my wavy hair plunge down my neck and fall around my shoulders. I ran a hand through my hair with a shudder of release and looked back up at him
I placed the helmet on my head, feeling slightly less nervous in the knowledge he couldn't see my eyes. I hopped on the bike and gripped the back of the bike with a anxious smile
He turned to me with a look of my approval
And I gave him a thumb up, and then returned my grip on the back of the bike, exhaling to calm my nerves
He turned his head back to the road, revving the engine with a roar of exhaust fumes from the back. Then I was thrust forward slightly as the bike darted off down the street in a blur of black and orange. What I didn't know was that Cuddy watched my go with wide eyes in pure shock, almost dropping the files she clutched with her talon/nails
The world was dark from the shade of the glass on his black helmet, but I could tell everything had become a streak of shapes and outlines. I tried to focus on something and it was gone, breath taking at the least. My hair lashed out in the stream of wind untamed, becoming like a kite caught in updraft, a wreath of snakes winding upwards as if alive
I laughed loudly over the continuous roar of air and wind rushing past us
Then we came to a halt at a Burger King
I stared at the fast food diner with a feeling of dread rising in my stomach. It wasn't fair that I went out and ate junk food when Brian only ate it on Christmas and his Birthday
As House got off the bike, I yanked off my helmet quickly and tapped him on the shoulder with my free hand
"We can't eat here"
"Why!?"
"Because…I'm vegetarian"
"Judging by that ham sandwich I saw you eating the other day, you're lying"
I sighed, facing him sadly.
"My son hardly ever gets to eat this stuff, It's…not just for me to indulge on it" I told him with sorrow on my face. I brought a sandwich anyway, who don't you-"
"-Bring him some home"
"I can't afford to spend money on fast food…I'm not really well off"
He looked at me blankly; I could see he was deep in thought.
"I'll buy his share"
I stared at him, perplexed by this sudden gesture of kindness
"I don't know you… this is insane" I told him finally, staring into his blue eyes. "I can't even afford to get my own-"
"-I'll buy yours"
"No!" I exclaimed "It's not my right to take money from you-"
"-You sound like Cameron!" he told me exasperated "Stop going on about moral values and let me buy your damn food. You're not taking money off me, I'm giving it"
I stared at him "Why are you so intent on buying food for me, I'm not a charity case"
He stepped over to me and stared at me hard, obviously expecting me to cower…which I kind of did, I bent under his very territorial, dominant and ominous glare.
"Shut up, and let me buy you lunch"
I gave in, letting go of my posture as he kept staring at me. I put the helmet on the bike and began to walk inside, conquered
"Who's Cameron anyway" I muttered as he followed me
"Colleague" He said shortly as he opened the door and we both walked inside. "Along with Foreman and the Wombat"
"The Wombat?" I said with a quick laugh "You gave the Aussie a pet name?"
"Why not, he's my bitch"
I laughed harder, especially at the very dominant way he said 'my'
"Three burgers and fries" He told the guy at the counter, handing over a plentiful $50 note. He pressed a few buttons and took the money in a rehearsed manner, handed us the change and the meal then we went off and sat down at a table.
We got into conversation, about his Colleagues. Cameron, the one obsessed with values and moral trespass, continues to believe everyone should be nice to each other and live in harmony. Chase, the blonde pretty boy Aussie with a dead father and Foreman, the coloured man whom he had hired because of his experience at breaking into someone's house, the one with the street smarts. I clasped my hands together the whole time, watching him speak intently. Absorbed in the conversation, I found out he had a pet rat named 'Steve McQueen and his best and only friend was James Wilson, whom he had known for a long time
He raised the straw to his lips and sipped the coke as he finished about Cuddy; I was surprised at his slight hostility.
"You were…married once…I recall?" I asked him quietly, decided to delve into his personal life now.
He raised his blue eyes to me; I saw how well he concealed his emotions. It was like looking into stone. "Yes"
"What happened" I asked him quietly as I took a fry, tasting the greasy strip of fried potato with a hint of hunger.
"She left me after I had my infarction, that was five years ago. She came back for a few months, then left again" He told her rather bluntly, He sipped the straw again, looking down absently.
"Well," I said deciding to add my sad story "I met a guy about…eight years ago" I murmured quietly as House cocked his head to one side "I thought we'd spend the rest of our lives together…and then-"
I shook my head recalling old memories; my voice came out as a rasp
"-I got pregnant, and he turned tail and ran" I finished
We were silent, reflecting each others story. House picked up the remaining half of his burger and bit it quietly, a seemingly small bite at that. I looked out the window and smiled to myself
"But getting pregnant was the best thing that ever happened to me" I said, not taking my eyes of the sunny sky outside. I could tell House was looking at me
"Because I had Brian"
House looked up at her with a small flicker of a smile crossing his face "That's an admirable way of looking at it"
I looked at him determinedly, a kind natured smirk crossing my lips
"It's the only way of looking at it"
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As I picked up Brian in my car and listened to his exciting recount of his enthralling day I thought about my conversation with the secretive Doctor House, his pit of buried emotions he had opened up to me, someone he had only known for a month.
I turned the car wheel into my drive, and opened the door for Brian. I smiled to myself and handed him his surprise dinner, and smiled even greater at the enthralled look on his face.
I lay on the couch and listened to the rustle of the trees outside in my relaxed and loosed state.
And I thought somewhere I felt some respect for the keen Doctor
And maybe something else
Maybe…
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Authors note - Despite my review from you Mr/Mrs Housefan93, I still think I maybe rushing it…But the slower I go, the later you get to read the reviews. Is a prolonged well worked on story better than a quickly posted minor edited story? I mean…it's not THAT bad, is it?