DISCLAIMER: See Chapter 1
This chapter is named for Irreplaceable by Beyonce…
It's a little short, but Ill make up for that next time…The bunny was running circles in my head so I had to let it out. :-)
Chapter 3- Irreplaceable
"Um, hi…"
"What are you doing here? I've been trying to get a hold of you all day!"
She put down the letter she was reading and sighed.
"I'm helping House with his mail, what does it look like? And I know you've been trying to get a hold of me. I have the missed calls to prove it."
"Well?"
"Well what? What do you want exactly?" she spoke, standing and clenching.
"What do I want? I want us to talk about this like adults!"
"Right, that's why you're the one shouting as if I'm not right in front of you. There is nothing to talk about."
"You can't just call me out of the blue and break it off without any reason!"
She chuckled dryly.
No reason huh? She thought.
Chase walked over to her and grabbed her arm, loosing it from her vice of protection.
He saw the bandage on her hand.
"What happened to your hand?"
She smirked.
"Oh nothing, just broke a couple windows this morning…"
He looked puzzled for a moment before realization lit up his features.
"Ally, it was…"
"Reason enough." She jerked her arm from his grip.
"Look Robert, I've thought about this and I'm not changing my mind. If we were really serious about what we had, no fight would be able to push you into another woman's arms." She spoke harshly before turning her back to him.
She continued more softly.
"And it wouldn't be this easy to let you go."
"Ally.."
"Just leave." She told him over her shoulder.
"I'm sorry."
She nodded before turning her gaze back out the windows into the world.
She tried to fight the tears but they fell silently anyway.
She sat down into the chair again and stared at a spot ahead of her, lost in thought.
About 15 minutes later, she could hear the familiar gait of House coming back towards his office. She hastily wiped at her eyes but wasn't fast enough for him to not catch her actions.
He slowed his walk.
"If sorting my mail is emotionally distressing you don't have to do it you know."
She smiled weakly and stood, smoothing out invisible wrinkles from her clothes.
He was uncomfortable. He usually didn't do well with crying women. Then again he was usually the cause of the crying. He was sure it had something to do with her misery as she had put it. He wrestled with himself for a moment before deciding.
"Pizza." He spoke walking to get his jacket, bag, and helmet.
"What?" she asked questioningly, cocking her head to the side.
"Pizza. I assume you do eat it? Unless you're one of those women who only eats forms of grass to keep your girly figure?"
She laughed softly at that.
"No, I do eat it. Canadian bacon and pineapple."
He threw the helmet at her.
"Then let's go."
She caught it in surprise, but didn't argue.
She grabbed her bag and hurried to catch up to him.
When they got to the bike he clipped his cane in place.
"It's too bad though, " he spoke while getting on the bike.
"What is?" She pulled on the helmet and climbed on behind him.
"The towel/wet look was totally you." He said with a smirk before starting the bike.
She fought a blush and wrapped her arms around his middle as they took off.