I'm not in love with you
I'm not in love with you
Those words still hung in the air as House drove his motorcycle into work the next day. It hadn't been what the diagnostician had expected to hear but then again, over the years he had learned not expect much of anything from anybody. Why do I care so much? It's not like we were serious. Hell, now that I think about it maybe we were more like roommates then actual lovers involved in a relationship? Shut up Greg! Boy, your growing soft in your old age. If Jimmy could hear you now he'd be stunned. What happened to that man who clings to sarcasm and rude remarks as though they were his only friends and who is comforted by his own misery? You've changed pal and there's nothing you can do about it.
"(sigh) great, even in a battle with my subconscious I can't win." This being said, House pulled into a handicapped parking space near the entrance of the hospital and dismounted his motorcycle while removing the helmet that had been resting over his head. No sooner had he entered the hospital when House spotted Robin getting off the elevator and walking over to the nursing station. She looked the same of course, it had only been three days since she moved out of the apartment but still, seeing her there made the diagnostician uncomfortable. So, thinking fast on his feet House limped over to an exam room that he hoped to god was empty.
"Can I help you?"
"I…I thought you could use a consult."
At this comment Foreman arched an eyebrow while crossing arms over chest. It wasn't unlike House to interrupt the neurologist when he was with a clinic patient but this response was a surprise.
"Thanks, but everything is fine here. The next time I need a consultation for a rhino virus I'll let you know."
"Right"
House was about to leave when a thought struck him. Turning around to face his colleague, the crippled physician closed his eyes a moment before letting the truth come out.
"I need some advice on a personal matter."
Hearing this surprised Foreman. Why would House need his advice? It wasn't like they were friends, they were barely colleagues. Deciding to push all of these questions aside, Eric shrugged while ushering his patient out of the room so that the two doctors could talk privately.
"Why didn't you go to Wilson?"
"Are you crazy? Every time I talk to Wilson about anything, it turns into a long drawn out lecture. Well, not today buddy. Today, I need a third person prospective which is where you come in. Is that cool?"
"Okay, go ahead."
Nodding his head as this was said, House had a seat upon a near by stool while tapping his cane several times on the floor. This had always been his way of working out problems in his head without actually saying them out loud. However, this time the great mind needed help.
"You've had a lot of girlfriends growing up right?"
"One or two."
"Well, did you ever have a woman say or do something that completely knocked you on your ass?"
A smirk spread out across Foreman's lips at this moment as the neurologist stifled a laugh,
"Of course, who hasn't? Every relationship has a few kinks to work out. It's the ones that don't that usually end up in divorce or break up over something stupid that could have been avoided."
"True."
Before this conversation could continue, both parties' pagers went off distracting them from each other for the time being.
"Damn."
"Shouldn't be too serious."
"Yeah maybe but who knows. We could have ourselves a new case."
"Only one way to find out, come on."
This being said the two left the room but not without Forman turning to his boss with these last few thoughts.
"And about whatever is going on between you and Robin, I suggest you plan accordingly before doing anything drastic."
There was a hint of remorse in House's voice as he uttered a response to this comment in a rare stage whisper.
"There's nothing left to be done."
As the day wore on, House remained quite and distant even during the differentials. His professional demeanor was still there but very rarely did he yell at his team or glare at them like they were idiots. These changes were nice for awhile but soon everyone seemed to miss the way things were.
"You think something's wrong with him?"
Taub knew it was a stupid thing to ask but the last time this happened House pretended to have Syphilis who knows what he might have been up to this time. Unfortunately, this was not a trick or a game in reality the truth of it is that Doctor Gregory House was nursing a broken heart.
"I know something's wrong with him. I mean, you have met House right?"
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
Shooting a glare towards thirteen, Kris swallowed his pride and walked over to the connecting office only to be met by a peculiar sight. There sitting on the floor with his feet stretched out before him was House looking over some pamphlets.
"What are you doing down there?"
"I've fallen and I can't get up. What answer will make you go away?"
Choosing to ignore this comment, the former plastic surgeon picked up one of the readings set upon the footrest and was shocked.
"You're reading poetry?"
"For research, what do you want?"
Taub knew he was treading on dangerous waters but still, there was something telling him that he should ask a question that had been on the minds of his fellow team members.
"What's up with you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Something must be going on. I mean you've been civil during differentials, letting us shoot out ideas without any mocking what so ever and now here I am telling this to you and you haven't kicked me out. Which leads me to believe that either you are really nice or something personnel's going on."
"I can't get anything past you can I? (Sigh) its personnel. Taub what do you know about women?"
(Now House is asking Taub what he thinks? What is the world coming to today? Just kidding anyway thanks again for reading and more to come soon.)
