Togetherness

Sorry i took so long yet again! I promise i will try and get more chapters written this week.

Please don't hate me!

Also it looks like a few of you had the same idea about Lizzie. But Lizzie is not Lisa! they are two different people.

Anyway here it finally is and i you enjoy!

Lizzie had walked out from the kitchen to see two figures dash outside the front door. She laughed to herself and stood outside the doorway of the front room, she was holding a breakfast tray with some toast, an assortment of jam, a knife and some orange juice placed upon it.

"You decent yet?" she called out.

"I'm clothed." House called back.

She walked around the corner and placed the tray on the glass coffee table. House had thrown the blanket and pillows into the corner of the room so there was space for him and Lizzie on the sofa.

As she sat down she looked to the cane again.

From a young age she's been told the tricks that the legend Gregory House had gotten up to, but as he got older and moved away from Grove Street she hadn't heard a thing about him.

So the story behind the cane was a mystery.

House grabbed a piece of toast and grabbed the strawberry jam.

"You having any?" he asked whilst spreading the jam on the slice and licking his fingers of the excess that had fallen to the side.

"No I'm fine." She replied looking hungrily at his slice, she had been out jogging and then had quickly showered before coming over. There had been no time for a spot of breakfast.

"Your loss." House said shrugging his shoulders and munching away. "So how long have you lived here?" he asked trying to make conversation, he wasn't used to making small talk.

He didn't really talk to anyone else outside of work and there was no use for it. No point using it with the patients because they were there to be cured. If they wanted someone to talk to them they should've gone to a bar not a hospital where he was trying to do his work.

"Since I was five." She replied finally giving in and taking a slice from the toast rack.

"Where did you live before?" House asked now on his second slice.

"I lived in Australia before that." She said opening a jar of raspberry jam.

"You don't know someone called Robert Chase do you?" House asked off-handed.

"I was very young; even if I did I wouldn't remember."

"Good point. So are your parents Australians that moved over here or what?"

"My mom is. My dad is American. He met her in Sydney and they got married over there. Two years later they had me and when I was five we moved to New Jersey."

"Siblings?"

"That sounds so clinical. You're not a doctor are you?"

"Might be."

"Are you or aren't you?" she asked.

"Didn't you hear about the time I got kicked out of medical school?" he asked as he took some Vicodin from the coffee table and swallowing a pill with a mouthful of orange juice.

"I think you're parents kept that pretty hush hush." She said now hungry for more information.

"I thought stalkers researched their victims pretty thoroughly, looks like you haven't done your homework."

"Well now I'll have to tie you to the table and perform Chinese Water Torture on you to get every single last detail out of you."

"I'd like to see you try." House said getting up from his seat and taking his cane into his hands.

"Oh I'll try." She said also getting up and dusting the crumbs from her hands.

As he was walking backwards he didn't see he was backing himself into a wall, Lizzie on the other hand knew exactly were she was leading him.

House felt the solid wall and stopped. He was trapped.

"Erm ok…you've got me trapped. But let me remind you that I'm a cripple and you shouldn't perform any type of torture on me."

Lizzie's green eyes sparkled in the sunlight and her black hair shone, her perfume was so alluring that it made House do something he thought he'd never have the confidence to do with any woman ever again.

He kissed her.

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"I wonder if he's noticed we've ditched him yet?" Erica asked as she licked her ice cream cone, Wilson had taken her out around the town.

"Probably not. He's most likely insulting the poor girl."

"Don't be so harsh with him!" Erica scolded her boyfriend.

"Well the last date he went on, which was with Cameron. He told her, the only reason she wanted to go out on that date with him was because he was a cripple."

Erica brought her palm to her face in cringing.

"What is wrong with him?" she asked "Who was this girl that he was in love with?"

"Oh Stacey."

"You make it sound like a bad thing."

"It was."

"Well what happened?" Erica asked.

"She was the reason why you're brother has a cane." Wilson said knowing what the reaction would be.

"WHAT?"

"He had the choice to have it amputated or to leave the way it was. He opted for leaving it the way it was. But Stacey being his medical proxy asked Cuddy to remove the dead muscle."

Erica stayed silent, but her mouth was hanging open.

"At the time it was the best option for him. Well after that he started pushing her away, resenting her for what she'd done to him."

"Good on Greg!" Erica commented.

"So he didn't see her for five years, but then she came back and with a case for him to diagnose."

"Who was the case?" she asked now intrigued, Greg had not told her any of this, and in a way she could understand why.

"Her husband."

"Now that's just down right bitchiness! If I was there I would've given her a right hook."

Wilson smiled "The problem for him was that he was still in love with Stacey."

"Did she know it?"

"After a little while it became blindingly obvious to her."

"I take it she didn't go back to him."

Wilson gave out a long sigh.

"She did, didn't she?"

"Stacey ended up taking a job as the hospital's lawyer, House kept pushing forward trying to make her break and he eventually got through."

He paused and stopped dead in the middle of the way they were walking.

"What?" Erica asked concerned.

Wilson had frozen and the colour had drained from his face, it was like he'd seen a ghost.

"Jack!" Wilson called out.

A man with light brown hair and hazel coloured eyes turned around and saw what looked like his twin standing still in a crowd of moving people.

"James?"

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