Last Year's Christmas Party – By Liz
It was the dumbest, most boring party House had ever been to, and he'd been to a lot of parties. Even the fundraisers were often more enjoyable than this. What was Cuddy thinking? Karaoke? And the bar wasn't even free. Somebody was obviously desperate for cash.
Well, the pain in his leg and the boredom in his mind had finally gotten to him. One little slip onto the roof and this nightmare would all be over.
House glanced around the rest of the roof to make sure no one else was with him. He was completely alone. He pulled out a syringe and some heroin. Good old Jimmy had told him to be a good little boy and never do drugs, but House just couldn't help himself. With a party like that, how could he say no?
He injected the drug-filled needle straight into his vein. It was only a matter of seconds before he was in heaven.
A euphoric grin spread across his face. The pain in his leg was nearly nonexistent as the heroin began to take action (this stuff was better than vicodin!).
Reason eluded House. He felt like he was flying. He was lifted off the ground and into the air, light as a feather. For once in his life, he was carefree. There wasn't a worry in the world that could have stopped him now.
The starlight glistened and the moon shone brighter than anything he'd ever seen. House couldn't even remember ever feeling this happy.
As the effect began to fade, he reached for the syringe. It was gone. House looked over the side of the building and could barely make out a tiny sparkle on the sidewalk below him. Damn. He would have to go and get another syringe or more heroin somehow.
House stumbled down the hallways, completely unaware of the peculiar looks he was receiving. Before he knew it, he was on the sidewalk outside of the PPTH entrance way searching for his syringe. Where had it gone? Ah! A glisten in the moonlight! House darted over and picked up the syringe from the concrete. Damn. It was crushed. Shattered. He would need another one. House left the syringe where it was (yes, the doctor ignored the biohazard) and went in pursuit of another syringe.
It wasn't long before Nurse Katie, who was on duty that night, noticed House gliding through the halls rather abnormally. He certainly wasn't in his best state (was he ever?).
"Dr. House?" she asked. "Dr. House, are you okay?"
House's only response was a goofy grin. Katie knew something must be wrong, so she took immediate action!
House woke up 24 hours later in an unfamiliar bed with sheets far too pink for his liking, and there was a pretty little blonde sleeping next to him. Where had he seen her before?
FIN