Wow so i haven't posted in about a million years, because i had this story on a different site then lost it! but then it was found again so now i can update ALOT! like almost every night, but that depends on the amount of reviews i get, which i hope i get alot more than before. But thank you to the people who have reviewed before and read before, and hopefulyl you will continue to read and review
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I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU…
The First Night without him
Dinner was on the table and she was all alone. Screeches from the fork gliding across the plate echoed thorough the quiet kitchen, and noise traveled quickly in this House. Yelling came from the master bedroom, first her then him, more of her and more of him in a hushed voice.
She watched them come from the room with smiled plastered on their faces, hers fake, his real. She looked at them from the corner of her eye keeping her head down towards her plate where she moved the food from one area to the next.
Kay looked up at the both of them as they sat, pretending to be that happy couple that she knew they weren't, she had heard comments come from House about their marriage one too many times. "May I be excused?" She asked. Her voice was small then, keeping it small so that she wouldn't feel the urge to cry.
A nod from Wilson and she stood and slowly made her way down the hall, running her hands gently over the surface of the wall. She stooped at a picture. Looking at it her heart raced. She turned away furrowing her eyebrows towards the picture and slammed the door to her 'room'.
Falling down onto the sheets she could smell him on it, his cologne and the smell of his soap…she loved that smell. She decided that he must have spent quite a few nights here for it to have smelled of him, and she hands run over them.
She looked to the floor to her bags and then to the ceiling. She stared at the clock; he would probably be playing the piano right now. She smiled at the thought remembering how she would hum in her room to the tune he was playing.
"House should take care of his own problems, not just hand them off to you!" Kay sat up when she heard the yelling start up again, and Julie was sure mad. Knowing that you weren't wanted wasn't a good feeling-'but I have nowhere to go', she thought.
"He's just having problems right now; he needs to clear his head." It was Wilson's turn to talk now. 'Yeah right, that's what he was doing-all he wanted was to get rid of me.' She shook her head and laid her head back into the pillow, picking up strands of her hair, it was long now, past her shoulders and almost to her mid stomach.
She let the hair fall back down onto herself as she sat up quickly in the bed, crossing her legs as she starred into the face of Wilson at the door. A slight smile came to her face as soon as it disappeared and she fell back down into the sheets. "What do you want?" She asked dryly, staring up at the ceiling her eyes away from his.
He was caught off guard of how much she was like House at that moment, then when he paused and she sat up giving him that look, the one House gave, that 'you came here to tell me something, so what are you waiting for' look. He shook his head and sat down on the edge of the bed looking her in the eyes as hard as that was to do. He rubbed the back of his neck and started to talk, "Sorry you had to hear that…" he started but didn't finish pointing his head towards the door. "Hear what?" She said playing innocent, looking at him like she had no clue as to what he was talking about.
"Don't pull a House on my here, I just wanted to say sorry and to tell you that House is allowing you to go back whenever you are ready." He looked at her like this was big news…not to her. "I wasn't ever ready to leave; I was never ready for any of this." She whispered as she spoke, feeling tears pricking at her already sore eyes.
"I know its hard for him too," he was being sincere with her, but how come she felt like she was being played like he was going to tell House whatever she said, 'I don't care ,' she thought, 'let him tell him anything he wants.' "I didn't mean now I meant I wasn't ready to leave her." She looked up at him, becoming completely unlike House in a matter of minutes as tears streamed down her face.
His First night without her
He sat at the piano, his fingers gliding across the keys but not playing, something he did when he was thinking. Letting his hands fall down to his side he sat on the piano bench gripping his cane tightly lifting his self and finding himself in the kitchen.
Sipping a scotch he had poured himself he leaned against the counter taking the pressure off of his leg. Trying to relax he grabbed his pills from his pocket, popping the lid off carefully and tossing two of he white tablets into his mouth. He crushed them with his teeth, waiting for them to do their job.
He cursed under his breath for making her go, 'it was for the best', he thought, letting his head now rest against the counter top. Why was he such a failure, why couldn't he do anything right. He couldn't even take care of his own daughter without failing miserably.
Downing the rest of the scotch he poured himself another glass, watching his reflection as the liquid swished back and forth in the glass. He could feel his emotions getting the best of them, but he was Gregory House, and Gregory house did not cry. He swished the liquid in the glass once more and downed it in one long gulp, waiting for it all to take affect.
He made his way down the hall, leaning heavy on his cane with his leg throbbing like hell. That's what his life was he thought,' complete hell is what this is, especially without her.' "At least she had more problems than him." He mumbled to himself as he walked into her room looking it over. It was bare. Her bed was there and the sheets, she hadn't taken any of her pictures. He frowned.
She hadn't wanted to take a picture of him; this upset him for some reason, feeling as if maybe she didn't truly love him as a father.
He picked up a frame that held a picture of him, it was of him at work; 'she must have taken it while I wasn't looking', he thought and put it down. He picked up the second picture it was of her and her mother, they were like sister…beautiful. He then fingered the last picture before picking it up, there they were together; they looked happy. He smiled at the picture; Wilson had taken it without either of them knowing he was about to. It was quite funny; Kay's eyes were wide open and staring straight into the camera, her mouth was open slightly, as she was surprised. Her hair fell smoothly over her shoulders and she was sitting on top of House's desk.
He was there beside her sitting on the desk as well. He had turned to see what Wilson was yelling about, "Chase and Cameron are kissing!" He had yelled, and this caught both of their attention very quickly, and Wilson was rewarded with a few evil stares from Cameron and Chase, and an awesome photograph.
Both their eyes stood out in the picture he thought, she did have some similarities to him, her eyes, and the shape of her face, except hers was more full, more baby like than his…and without the stubble.
As he memorized the picture he smiled and thought to himself, 'our personalities definitely match.'