A House, MD fan-fic by entercreativename.
Summary: Brief snapshots of everyone's holidays.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I just admire what Fox and its affiliates have created.Chapter 6 - The Peace Carol
It was late, really late, but she sat on the couch with her husband in her arms asleep. She didn't know how late it was, but she knew that it had been a long day. Her husband had been putting in extra time in physical therapy so he could try to walk for her, even one or two steps, for Christmas. She knew that it was important to him. Her ex-lover told her that her husband resented her for being able to walk. She didn't know whether to believe him or not.
She closed her eyes and held the man in her arms; she loved him but he wasn't what she had before. She missed her ex, but he refused to admit she was right. Car lights flashed into her window again that evening. Even though they lived in a quiet residential neighborhood, tonight, the road seemed very busy. A sports car continually passed the house, annoying her and occasionally waking her sleeping, healing husband. Before the car, some jerk kept repeatedly calling the house, just breathing heavily into the phone. She could never figure out whom it was as getting up to see would wake her husband. She knew he would be concerned, but it was nice to see him asleep in peace for once.
She closed her eyes and heard tires skid away from her sublet. She picked up the phone, called the police, and explained her situation. They had heard of her at the stationhouse before. The officer on the other end of the line told her that they would send a patrol car out to drive through her neighborhood to make sure there was nothing illegal going on. She thanked them, wished them a merry Christmas, and then hung up the phone, her husband still asleep in her arms.
It was a simple Christmas this year. Her husband had expressed that he just wanted to spend time with her for the holiday, and she agreed. She still ordered a few presents for him off of the internet, however, it was a simple holiday. They just barely had a tree in the room, and a few strands of garland decorated the room. Their dinner was simple, Tuna Noodle Casserole made form a box mix. All they wanted was to spend time together tonight, even if it was just like this. She knew her husband was unable to be intimate with her yet due to his physical condition, but she was okay with it.
As she stared into the fireplace she heard police sirens just outside of her home. She turned her head and saw that, indeed, someone had been pulled over outside of her home. She sighed knowing that she would probably need to fill a police report. She shifted her husband onto a pillow and managed to stand from the couch without waking him, the crackling of the fire providing a calm lullaby.
Stacy Warner looked out the window, shocked to see what was in front of her home. She would have no peace tonight.