After a month of living under the same roof with House, Robin decided it was time to start looking for a place of her own. It wasn't what she wanted to do but things hadn't been going well. Besides, how long could they really stand living together?
"I'm moving out."
"What? But I thought we were…"
"We are but I think it would be better if I had my own place and you had yours."
"Why?"
At this question Robin sighed while placing both hands on her hips.
"Because I know you. If we continue down this road you'll end up resenting me."
"No I won't."
"Come on, you can't tell me that having a woman around isn't cramping your style just a little."
Instead of denying this comment House arched an eye brow and crossed his arms over chest.
"Where is this coming from? I thought we were having a good time."
"Is that all we are? Just a good time? If it is then maybe we shouldn't be together at all."
This being said, Robin picked up her purse and headed for the door but not without shooting one last look towards House.
"I'll stay for the week but unless some changes take place soon (sigh) I'm leaving for good."
With that Robin left the apartment while House continued to stare out into space.
What the hell just happened? What did I do? For the first time in his life, House had been given a puzzle that he could not figure out. Things seemed to have been going pretty well in his mind but, maybe Robin could see something he didn't.
Meanwhile, Robin drove down towards the center of Princeton with tears streaming down her face. Why did I say those things to him? What am I doing? Its not like I had anywhere else to go. I'm so confused. Pulling into the parking lot of a near by café Robin decided she needed some time to think.
"I'm an idiot."
As House pushed the phone receiver closer to his ear a muffled laugh could be heard on the line.
"Your kidding me right? After all of these years you've actually said those words out loud. Why, if the nursing staff could see you now."
"Can in it Jimmy, I need help here, not another quote from the book of I told you so."
Hearing the desperation masked behind this sarcastic remark, Wilson decided to drop the charade and come clean to his friend.
"Alright look, there's something you need to know about Robin."
"Wilson, don't tell me you slept with her."
"No, I didn't but somebody did."
"Who?"
"You, you moron. Now stop talking to me and go find your girlfriend."
Smirking to himself, House hung up the phone, picked up his jacket and cane while limping out the door. There were only so many places that Robin could be and sooner or later the diagnostician had no doubt he would find her. But, where to begin?
"Can I help you miss?"
The waiter who approached the table gave Robin a smile. There was something about him that seemed so familiar to her and then she realized what it was. The young man was completely unshaven. The sight of this caused the blonde nurse to burst into tears which caused a weary look from her visitor.
"I hope you don't mind me asking but are you alright?"
"I'm fine its just, you remind me of someone I know."
"I get that a lot. Let me guess, boyfriend?"
Robin couldn't help but stare dumbfounded at the waiter. How could he possibly know that? Was it written all of her face? Before she could utter a reply the waiter smirked to himself.
"I have a gift for reading people. Besides, it doesn't take a genius to see you had something or someone on your mind."
"I guess not."
"But hey, I didn't intend to pry. Would you like anything to drink?"
As time passed Robin realized she was only putting off the inevitable by staying here so, after drinking what was left of her tea the blonde bomb shell got up from the table and headed for the door while nearly knocking over a man who was coming in.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
Looking up to face the man she had just assaulted Robin was met with a shocking sight. Standing before her wearing a signature glare was House.
"Of all the cafes, in all the towns and the world you had to walk into mine."
"Can in Casablanca. How did you know I was here?"
"A more appropriate question is, what made you come here in the first place?"
She had been with this man long enough to know that by asking this question House was really saying:
For whatever I did I'm sorry.
"Come on, let's talk in the car."
"Away from witnesses?"
"Exactly."
As they sat in silence while taking in the beauty of the night Robin knew she owed House an explanation but she had no idea where to start. However, any opportunity to take charge of the situation was short lived as the sound of a strong baritone voice filled her ears.
"I can't do this anymore."
"What?"
"How are we supposed to be together if you won't even tell me what's going on inside that head of yours? I'm not a mind reader."
"I know, your right I should have told you this a long time ago but I didn't think you could handle it."
Rolling his eyes at this comment, House was about to let Robin have it but he was stopped by the sight of her body going limp with tears.
"Just tell me, whatever it is you'll have my fullest attention. I can't promise I won't be angry but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
Why is he being so caring? If he was being an ass this would be a hell of a lot easier.
"(sigh) I'm not in love with you."
