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DISCLAIMER: House is property of FOX.
AN. Turns out it's harder than I thought to write a proposal from House POV. But I was really happy with the idea, and I think I captured how House would do it.
It was sunset, two days later and I was hiding in the closet.
Before you ask, I wasn't high, drunk or playing hide and seek. But I wanted to be able to watch Allison (not in a pervert way, morons. She's my girlfriend. I can see her naked anytime I want, remember?). It was a Friday night, and I'd left work earlier than Allison (not unusual) so I could set everything up. She was due home any minute, hence the hiding in the closet.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen- this is the moment. I, Gregory House, am proposing. Proposing marriage. Without being hit on the head or experiencing a near-death catastrophe. Strange, right? And I'm not going to tell you what I've done, you'll just have to wait and see...
Oh, ok. You convinced me.
When Allison walks through the door, she's not going to find anything different or unusual except the fact I won't be in front of the TV... hopefully that's not a dead giveaway.
Because I know her, I know that when she comes home she'll go right to the bedroom to get changed into sweats before she starts preparing dinner. When she enters the bedroom, however, she'll find the room filled with vases of red roses (nice, huh?) and a letter addressed to her on the bed.
Do you get it? The proposal's in the letter! This way, I can be all 'sentimental' and crap, as Wilson thinks a proposal needs to be; but I don't have to actually say anything to her face. Because if I haven't done it in the past year and a half, she might think I'm dying if I suddenly start being all romantic.
Plus, I can admit... I tried to be all clever. I mean, aren't letters what started the whole thing? I even considered putting the letter under the loose floorboard where Caroline's letters had been found, but I couldn't think of how to make sure Allison found it.
So, she'll find the letter, read it, and then I'll pop out of the closet with the ring I bought her. Just call me Mr. Smooth.
"Greg?"
When I heard her call out, I kind of froze. I mean, yeah I had this great plan, and it was me asking... but what if she said no? What if she didn't find the letter? What if she found me in the closet before she read the letter?
I'd forgotten of course, that this is my plan we're talking about, which are always foolproof (Again, the official party line). I listened to Allison move through the house looking for me, sounding completely confused, and then heard her gasp and realised she must have found the roses.
Allison's room... our room... has a giant walk in closet, which is where I was hiding, and I'd left the door ajar, so I could see what was going on and didn't make too much noise when it came time to 'pop' out. I watched as she found the letter, picked it up and opened it.
Now the contents of the letter aren't important. Allison was lucky she was reading it, I'm sure not as hell sharing it with you people... but you want to know, don't you? Nosy bastards. Fine! But if anyone hears about this, I know exactly who to come after, and I can dig up dirt on everyone. Ha ha ha.
Allison-
A year and a half ago, you brought me the mystery of Caroline and Henry Beaumont. And like any mystery, I had to know the answer. But I never in a million years, expected that it would lead me to you.
I know that sounds stupid, because you worked for me for three years beforehand, but it's true. I spent all those three years telling myself that it wouldn't work between us, for a million reasons. You were too good for me, I'm an ass, the age difference, etc.
And then you introduced me to Caroline and Henry. I guess it's no surprise to you that I didn't really care about anything then getting the answer to the mystery. But then Caroline said something that really hit me. History repeats itself. I know you always read the end of a book when you're only halfway finished, just so you know if there's a happy ending. I also know you pretend not to, but then you still cry as though you didn't know then ending, anyway.
My point is... when Caroline said that, it was like... like reading the ending of what could be if I took that chance on us. And I saw there was a happy ending... well, relatively. I don't know if you realise how big a breakthrough that really was for me; but I'm more grateful then you know that you bought a house and moved without telling me.
I've never told you what Henry said to me. And I still won't- sorry, I promised. And a promise between bros means... well, I don't want the guy to haunt me, do I? But suffice it to say... he laid it down straight. It's because of Henry and Caroline that I realised some things are worth taking a chance. There also may have been a mention of how fear of commitment doesn't really compare to fighting in WWII.
I love you, Allison. And I know I don't say that enough, and I know that a lot of the time I totally take you for granted. But you really are the best thing in my life, and I'm looking forward to the happy ending I know is coming. Well, let's say I'm 85% sure.
Allison... marry me.
When I heard her gasp, I figured she'd reached the point of my letter, which I took as my cue to come out of the closet.
"So, what do you say?"
If I hadn't been so nervous, I would have laughed. She let out a little scream and jumped a mile, dropping the letter to the floor.
"Oh my god! What the hell? Were you hiding in the closet?" she demanded shakily.
I rolled my eyes. I may have been proposing, but I'm still me. "Is that what you really want to focus on right now?" I asked her, bringing the ring out of my pocket.
Her eyes widened, which was pretty fun to watch. She swallowed hard and looked up at me with an odd expression. I wasn't sure whether she thought I was handing her a ring or a grenade.
"Oh... my God," she said softly.
"So, will you marry me?"
A small smile spread over her face as her shock subsided. "Yes," she said finally, with a small laugh and I'm not going to lie- the biggest feeling of relief I've ever felt.
This may be the closest experience I've had to feeling euphoria when I wasn't high. As unromantic as I admittedly am, it was a pretty cool feeling when I put the ring on her finger. It felt like... it fit. But that's maybe because I was sneaky before I bought the ring and checked her ring size.
So, right now, I'm sitting on the couch drinking beer and watching Scrubs episodes with Wilson, trying to tune out Allison- my fiancée, people, as she calls everyone she's ever met to tell them the news. The first person she called, even before her parents? Caroline.
Honestly, I don't know that Caroline was right about history repeating itself. I guess, comparing the two stories, the odds are pretty good, right? Maybe the odds of a happy ending are closer to 87%.
The End