Short but sweet I hope, Enjoy
Hameron forever, as always, Nic
11
He did not watch them leave, couldn't bring himself to suffer so much pain.
Something had changed, fundamentally.
He could feel it within him, DNA stripping apart and joining together once more in now perfect harmony. When he had left her apartment six years ago he was hopeful that his life would change, she had opened that door for him, allowing the light of a new life to filter around the edges, showing him that life could be so much more. She had given him that strength, that self belief. But as time passed he felt that strength and belief slowly seep away, leaving him with a life he no longer had a passion for. Then she returned and opened the door once more, wider this time, enough for him to taste a life that he now longed for, his every waking moment and moment of rest. Making him want to be something he had never before desired.
His office door opened and Wilson entered.
"Hey"
House ignored him and picked up the baseball that now took pride of place on his desk. On seeing Caleb's name he smiled and tossed the ball into the air, catching it softly.
"You ok?"
"I'm fine"
His voice was soft, tender enough to make Wilson sit down before him, face full of sympathy.
"You miss them?"
He glared at Wilson, trying to cloud his face in disbelief, but deep down he knew that Wilson could see right through him, right down to his stark underbelly where every fibre breathed their names and throbbed with the pain of missing them.
He turned his attention back to the ball, throwing it into the air once more and catching it again. Wilson leant forward and threw a case file on to his desk.
"New case, patient in ER suffering intermittent blackouts and increasing pain in all outer extremities. He had a ...."
House raised his hand, silencing Wilson.
"House, you have a team sitting around waiting for a case"
"I don't want it"
"What do you mean? It's a good case"
House turned the ball in his hand, remembering the day he had received it, and smiled deeply.
"What do you want?"
Wilson asked, voice soft with concern.
House turned to him, seeing something within his eyes that he recognised at once.
Acceptance.
"I don't want this life anymore"