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Post by Dr. House on Jan 8, 2007 0:57:27 GMT -5
House did not yet know that Stacy was back. If he had he would have turned around and run straight to Cuddy demanding to tell her what a disaster this had the possibility of being. As it was he limped along at a comfertable rate. Cuddy had told him that the current lawyer was SUING him for abuse and some other sexual harrassment knowledge. Since when insulting someone's love life was sexual harrasment House had no idea. However the other Lawyer had long since left (persuaded by Cuddy of course not to press charges) and Cuddy had been grasping at strings and decided to hire Stacy.
The door was open so from around the corner House couldn't even tell how the office had changed or that the occupent inside it was going to spell disaster for everyone in the hospital, namely himself. "I'm sorry about your wife and I know divorces are a serious issue," House began eyes closed reciting from memory not even realizing that the occupent of the room likely had no clue what he was saying. Or perhaps knowing their history had too much of a clue.
He stepped inside offered hand out and opened his eyes. This was not Mr. Monroe. He blinked once and forgot to breath.
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Post by Stacy Warner on Jan 8, 2007 1:19:07 GMT -5
[/b] she retorted, trying to go with what he said. Clearly he didn't know that she was working here. Cuddy hadn't told her. Uh-oh. She relaxed a bit and smiled softly. "Hey Greg..." she added meekly, folding her hands in front of her awkwardly. [/size][/color][/ul]
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Post by Dr. House on Jan 8, 2007 1:53:43 GMT -5
There are two kinds of people in this world, those who are good at beginnings and those who are good at endings. House was good at neither and at the moment he was being confronted with both. Pupils dialated spurned by attraction and shock, an electrical current both disturbing and expected jump started the air particals around them both into a frenzy until Greg couldn't trust what he was seeing anymore. "Stacy?" His voice was choked with it, the electricity, burning with the after-taste of a programmed reaction every time he saw her.
Then his thoughts exploded. WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE DOING HERE? The curve of her hip that matched her lip, the hard-fought sparkle in her eye, the monochramatic wardrobe, dulled and burned at the edges of time certainly but they were here. They were no supposed to be here, much less in the Lawyers office, not working here. She was not working here. She let out small assurence a small "Greg." And the channels of his mind shifted. This is why he loves her, that she can shift his mind so easily, push through the jungels without need of a machete but instead a gentle touch.
There is nothing gentle about this moment. It's like ripping of a scab of a forgotten wound and trying to read out words between the blood. House struggled. He didn't often do this, and he hoped she appreciated what she did to him. He hoped she realized how special she was because he sure as hell wouldn't tell her. Not after she pulled shit like this. Somehow, his mind drug up a response, a phrase stolen out of a monolouge he had repeated to many times in his mind. Things he had wished to say to her, and things he never would. The following comment fell under the former. "How's Mark, walking up stairs now?" It was said with the complete air of innocence but they both knew the context.
Marks desperate plee for help, the reaching passionate plea he had made to House to help him. He wondered if Mark thought that he had sent Stacy away because of that, but his thoughts didn't last on this for long, but instead lingered once again on the pattern to conterpoint the widening of his pupils and the tightening of every muscle in his body.
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Post by Stacy Warner on Jan 8, 2007 2:58:51 GMT -5
[/b] she said softly,allowing her eyes to trace his face. His scruff, his defined wrinkles, his eyes. Those eyes. They were so entrancing and she could stare at them for hours. She was standing in front of him now, tempted to just reach up and stroke his scruff. What the heck. Go for it. Bringing her hand up, she touched his face ever so slightly, rubbing it gently. Her hand fell back to her side but she could still feel roughness of his whiskers on her skin. "I wouldn't know," she said in a somewhat mysterious tone. She wanted to make the fact that she was now single a surprise, something that she dangled in front of his face. She didn't want to just straight up tell him. He would surely rub it in her face. But could she wait much longer? She had been wanting to tell him the moment she told Mark. She wanted to see if maybe he would want to go out sometime, now that she was free. And now the opportunity to tell him was right there and all she could think about was how much she still loved him. Opening her mouth a bit, she let it just hang there, not uttering anything for a moment. Turning back to her desk, she grabbed the divorce papers from off of it and held them up to Greg's face. "Mark and I are getting a divorce," she said simply, as if it were no big deal. Oh but what a big deal it was. The moment she uttered it, she could feel a weight being lifted off of her. It was official now. She had told someone, and not just anyone, but Greg House, and it was now set in stone. And it felt good. [/size][/color][/ul]
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Post by Dr. House on Jan 8, 2007 17:45:32 GMT -5
Her touch on his face tracing the beginnings of wrinkles. She was good at beginnings, good at breaking silences. Good at breaking a lot of things. Somehow Greg couldn't find the lines anymore, couldn't see right or wrong in a realm of pleasure and pain, and that bothered him more than her touch the feint mappings of unseen viens and unspoken words. He closed his eyes almost surrendering to the familiar texture or the rippling lins of her fingertips. Soon her hands would touch his lips and they would meet in an almost ceremonial gesture. Two peices of different puzzles that fit together to form some twisted picture.
But it didn't happen. She took her hands away and let them fall down to her side. House snapped memory coupled with the thousands of lines things he shouldn't do, couldn't do, like loving her stopped him from bridging the distance in return. Stopped the sweet nothings from pouring out. If anything he did the exact opposite. "Stacy you need to-"
And then it registered she was divorced, she had left Mark. And then a sudden fury cut at him. She was no different, she would leave Mark just as easily as she had left him and leave him again. She couldn't bear to stay with him even though the guilt of leaving him was exponetionally greater than when he was better. They would last a month, top in the normal world.
And she had come back knowing this, knowing that he had sent her away. Nothing changes. "Stacy, you didn't leave him because of me because--" Suddenly serious he looked up into her eyes almost losing himself within her. This happened every time, "you shouldn't have. I meant what I said and--"
Just then House's beeper went out pushing away the silences and lines bringing House back to his world, solving other peoples problems, not solving his own. "Stacy, you need to go to Cuddy and tell her to find a replacement as soon as possible, I can't work with you." He was serious for once in his life, before allowing himself one final glance he sighed and turned around.
His first love was always the puzzle and he wouldn't hurt her anymore because she couldn't accept that. He wouldn't hurt himself.
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