This is me trying to do a Double-Drabble… oi!
Double-Drabble 36: Perfect Fit
House walked into the clinic into to be greeted by calamity. His icy blue eyes narrowed in search of someone who could possibly explain what had happened.
Spotting sight of Cuddy, he limped in her direction, opening his mouth for a sarcastic remark. However, Cuddy cut him off before he started. "Oh—House… come, I have to tell you something."
He sensed her urgency and went without a word. They entered the nearest office that was surprisingly empty. She tried to smooth out her brow and hold the tears back.
"Lisa?" House whispered. "Are you okay"
She sighed, giving way to the tears that poured down her cheeks. "James."
"No," House throatily murmured, "Gregory… I'm not James"
"James took his life late last night. He had a little too much to drink." Cuddy wrapped her arms around him. "I am so sorry."
Colors were starting to spin in front of House's eyes and he grasped the table. "Jimmy."
The word was not in tone of begging. It was something close to gratefulness because as House stood there, shaking, it dawned onto him that James and he made the perfect fit, now broken. It was mirroring the fracture in his heart.
Fin.
