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Title: The Moment She Was Gone
Fandom/Characters: House/Gregory House (mentions Wilson, and an OC)
Rating/Warnings: Gen. No warnings
Timeline/Spoilers: None. Based on a role play game. Kat belongs to her mun.
Prompt: prompt_palooza Table 5 Prompt 1: Alone
Word Count: 600
Notes: Feedback is love. Please take a moment to tell me what you think.
Silence settled over the apartment the moment she was gone. He dropped onto his sofa with a weary sigh, arm flung over his eyes. He wouldn't stay there long, he knew. Too much nervous energy humming in his veins, and he'd been so careful about keeping it quiet while she was with him.
He didn't want to scare her.
She knew his reputation, had known he was grumpy and irritable and at times unpredictable before she'd gotten involved with him. Maybe she didn't believe it so much now, because he rarely showed his acerbic side to her. He may have been crass at first, but once he'd gotten to know her, he'd felt little need live up to his so called reputation for her.
He never expected to fall for her. Oh no. Falling for her was the last thing he ever expected to happen, even as it was happening.
If he'd known what it would mean for him and Wilson, he never would have allowed it. He would have stopped it dead in its tracks. Oh yes. But, it was too late for regrets now. He'd fallen for her, and in doing so had unwillingly pushed Wilson away.
He never meant for it to be this way.
Jittery nerves propelled him off the leather sofa. Cane in hand, he paced his apartment, circling from one end to the other. Walking helped clear his mind, because he had to focus on each step. Pausing in the middle of the main room, he stabbed the floor harshly, and repeatedly until he felt his balance waver.
Three steps took him to the edge of his desk, and a sweep of his cane sent a myriad of papers to the floor. Moments later all the books on his bookshelves flew haphazardly to the floor. Pictures tumbled off the walls with a shattering of glass on the floor.
Anger sent his cane flying across the wide open room, the force of his weight overturned the table in front of the sofa. He shoved the sofa with all his strength, which sent shocks of intense pain through his leg. He growled as he collapsed on the floor, leaving only his piano untouched by his rage.
He drew his bottle of Vicodin from his pocket, unsure if he should laugh or cry over the fact the bottle contained only two pills. He dry swallowed both of them, and lay back on the floor, flat on his back with his right leg raised up to rest on the sofa.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Forty-five minutes later, he sat up, and surveyed the mess he'd made. His cleaning lady would just love that. He'd have to pay her extra. A lot extra, especially since he couldn't call Wilson over and bribe him to clean up the larger part of the mess. Wilson wasn't speaking to him, because according to Wilson he was trying to prevent House from making the same mistakes with Kat that he had made with his wives.
He sighed and tugged his leg carefully back to the floor. His knee was stiff, and needed a bit of massage before it would even think about cooperating with him. While his fingers worked his knee, his eyes scanned the room, and finally spotted the handle of his cane by the wall, far away. He took all his weight on his hands and left knee in a very awkward hop-crawl toward his cane.
He heaved himself up with a series of grunts and pitiful moans, then headed out to the grocery store. He wanted to surprise Kat with dinner at her place.
Fandom/Characters: House/Gregory House (mentions Wilson, and an OC)
Rating/Warnings: Gen. No warnings
Timeline/Spoilers: None. Based on a role play game. Kat belongs to her mun.
Prompt: prompt_palooza Table 5 Prompt 1: Alone
Word Count: 600
Notes: Feedback is love. Please take a moment to tell me what you think.
Silence settled over the apartment the moment she was gone. He dropped onto his sofa with a weary sigh, arm flung over his eyes. He wouldn't stay there long, he knew. Too much nervous energy humming in his veins, and he'd been so careful about keeping it quiet while she was with him.
He didn't want to scare her.
She knew his reputation, had known he was grumpy and irritable and at times unpredictable before she'd gotten involved with him. Maybe she didn't believe it so much now, because he rarely showed his acerbic side to her. He may have been crass at first, but once he'd gotten to know her, he'd felt little need live up to his so called reputation for her.
He never expected to fall for her. Oh no. Falling for her was the last thing he ever expected to happen, even as it was happening.
If he'd known what it would mean for him and Wilson, he never would have allowed it. He would have stopped it dead in its tracks. Oh yes. But, it was too late for regrets now. He'd fallen for her, and in doing so had unwillingly pushed Wilson away.
He never meant for it to be this way.
Jittery nerves propelled him off the leather sofa. Cane in hand, he paced his apartment, circling from one end to the other. Walking helped clear his mind, because he had to focus on each step. Pausing in the middle of the main room, he stabbed the floor harshly, and repeatedly until he felt his balance waver.
Three steps took him to the edge of his desk, and a sweep of his cane sent a myriad of papers to the floor. Moments later all the books on his bookshelves flew haphazardly to the floor. Pictures tumbled off the walls with a shattering of glass on the floor.
Anger sent his cane flying across the wide open room, the force of his weight overturned the table in front of the sofa. He shoved the sofa with all his strength, which sent shocks of intense pain through his leg. He growled as he collapsed on the floor, leaving only his piano untouched by his rage.
He drew his bottle of Vicodin from his pocket, unsure if he should laugh or cry over the fact the bottle contained only two pills. He dry swallowed both of them, and lay back on the floor, flat on his back with his right leg raised up to rest on the sofa.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Forty-five minutes later, he sat up, and surveyed the mess he'd made. His cleaning lady would just love that. He'd have to pay her extra. A lot extra, especially since he couldn't call Wilson over and bribe him to clean up the larger part of the mess. Wilson wasn't speaking to him, because according to Wilson he was trying to prevent House from making the same mistakes with Kat that he had made with his wives.
He sighed and tugged his leg carefully back to the floor. His knee was stiff, and needed a bit of massage before it would even think about cooperating with him. While his fingers worked his knee, his eyes scanned the room, and finally spotted the handle of his cane by the wall, far away. He took all his weight on his hands and left knee in a very awkward hop-crawl toward his cane.
He heaved himself up with a series of grunts and pitiful moans, then headed out to the grocery store. He wanted to surprise Kat with dinner at her place.