Here is my second House fic! I really enjoyed writing my last one, so I decided to write a sequel to it! I hope you enjoy!

Song.

He had that damn tune running through his head. That song she had given him. All day, he had limped around, even finding himself humming out loud once. He could almost see the notes in his mind's eye, feel the keys under his fingers, smell the sharp scent of paper. House had to admit, though, it had made clinic duty bearable.

He hadn't seen her. He knew she was avoiding him and House supposed he didn't care, sitting in his office, paperwork surrounding him. He had sick people and couldn't worry about her if he was going to save lives. He couldn't ignore the dream he had had last night, though. Angrily, House made himself snap back to reality. Daydreaming was something he usually smacked people with his cane for. In an act of poetic justice, his cane slid from where it was leaning on his desk and hit him in the leg. As he winced, House rolled his eyes. He supposed he deserved it. He didn't like it, but knew he deserved it.


She had passed by his office. He saw her as he looked up from his paperwork, her hair shinning from the light streaming in through the windows. House didn't even think she saw him, but decided that she was probably keeping her eyes averted, avoiding his gaze. She might even be as embarrassed as he was. How much ridicule had she gotten? Not that he cared, of course, House thought. It was just something to ponder.

With a snarl, he threw his pencil down on his desk. He was starting to get a headache and his pill bottle of painkiller was tempting. Instead of reaching into his pocket for it, he grabbed his cane instead, and the files that needed to be returned to the shelves from where they lay on his desk. Usually, that task was hers, but House could have laughed at the irony of it. He limped out of his office and took the elevator to the easy access storage rooms where files were kept.

Glancing around one of the rooms, House found himself with an even bigger headache once he saw how the files were organized. He doubted that the nurses could find files on a regular basis based off the system they had. He shoved folders into binds that looked appropriate, placed them on shelves that seemed needy of files, regardless of where they actually went.

Angry this had not helped but instead worsened his headache, House hurried out of the many files rooms. On his way to the elevator, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. She was in a file room, her braid swinging as she stretched to reach a shelf. House caught himself stopping to watcher her. If he held his breath, he could hear her singing. Her voice was wispy and thin, but House admitted she could carry a tune. He had never heard the words before, but the song was all too familiar. House shook his head and continues on to the elevator. Instead of going back to his office, however, he took the elevator all the way to the roof of the hospital.


He stood there, watching the sun set. He remembered his dream from the previous night. He could almost see her eyes, feel her hair, smell her perfume... House sneered at himself for being so weak, and he hated her for doing this to him, even though it wasn't her fault. He remembered a few of the words that went along with the tune and, after glancing around to make sure he really was alone, sang them quietly to himself, nearly savoring the words. Nodding his head in approval, he found he wasn't in so much pain as before. It was almost time for him to go home, his regular hours over, he noticed, taking note that the sun had almost disappeared.

As he limped across the roof, House decided to take the stairs down, at least for a flight or two.

There we are! Please review! I post for people to tell me what they think! Thanks for reading! I appreciate it! Let me know what you liked/didn't like about it!