Vicodin. House knew that he was addicted. He knew it from day. The taste of Vicodin in his mouth was sweet and fulfilling. It was like getting high and living in sweet ecstasy. People would never understand this addiction. They couldn't. People aren't supposed to understand addictions. They only look at the exterior of the addiction and try to solve the problem from there. But, it goes deeper than that. There's much more than the naked eye can see when it comes to an addiction. Much more than science and medicine could ever understand.

How could something smaller than him control his life? House didn't know or care. All he wanted was his Vicodin. Nothing else mattered. House opened his bottle and dry swallowed to Vicodin, and then closed his eyes. Here comes the high feeling and sweet ecstasy. Addiction was good. At least you knew what to expect from it. Some people think that that isn't a good thing, but House didn't care what people thought.

The sound of the phone ringing interrupted House's thoughts.

"What!" House said in an annoyed voice.

"House, it's Wilson, I'm not going to be able to drink with you tonight."

"Good because I have a date with Vicodin and I don't want you to get jealous."

"Should I be worried?" Wilson joked.

"Only if you come over and want to get beat with a cane."

"Whatever. Well, like I was saying, Julie and I are eating dinner with her parents and I can't cancel. I'm already on their bad side as it is."

"Wilson, go be the ass-kisser I know you are."

"Shut-up, House." Wilson said, and then he hung up.

Vicodin. He didn't have to explain himself when it came time to relieve the pain. It served it purpose and left him, until the pain came back. Good thing too because he always needs it. House makes sure it doesn't affect his work and tries not to become to dependant on it. These were two of the many signs of an oncoming addiction. House knew this from personal experience and was going to be careful this time.

The phone started ringing again.

"What, Wilson."

How did you know it was me?"

"I have caller ID, now what do you want?"

"Oh, I might be over there later on tonight. Julie's parents are going out of town tonight and they leave at ten."

"Am I your hoe now?"

"What?"

"Am I your hoe now?"

"No, why would you ask that, House?"

"Well, it seems to you that when you're free that I'm suppose to drop everything to be accompanied by you."

"House, what plans do you have other than popping pills and pining over lost love and opportunities. Nothing. But, I'm going to come since I'm not wanted." Wilson sounded mad as he hung up, but House didn't care.

Vicodin. This addiction took him by surprise. House thought he could control it, but it controls him. He only can control it at work, but at home was a different story. And continues to be.

Someone's knocking at the door. House gets up and limp's over to it, and then opens it.

"What took you so long?"

Vicodin. An addiction House doesn't want to overcome. The addiction took Houseby surprise and it takes a lot to surprise House. How could something so simple surprise him? How could something so simple as sex surprise House? Maybe because a certain immunologist has gotten him addicted.

She's just like Vicodin or maybe… she has turned into it.

The End