House: Greg House/Brittany House, cardinal directions: north
Title: Home
Fandom: House
Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House
Prompt: #1 -- North
Word Count: 310
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This entire series will be set post-current canon, of sorts. They will all take place after Brittany's retirement and in sync with as much of current House canon as I can muster. Her POV, very stream of consciousness.
Brittany hasn't gotten over the fact that she doesn't need to drive into New York every morning anymore. Her brain still thinks she's due for a long drive north into the city, when all she has to do is stay at home, and take a quick trip to the university.
She really grew to despise New York over the last year and a half. The traffic, the drive, the co-workers who were busy checking out her ass instead of doing their job. Granted, that opinion changed, over time and one disaster after another, but New York was never comfortable for her. Not like Southern California was. Not like Princeton is. Princeton is the place where she makes her home, and where she hopes to make her name. It's a place her husband loves.
She's reminded of that, every time she goes to work. That she's on the campus of a place her husband graduated from. That she works for one of the best schools in the country. That just across the way is Princeton-Plainsboro, with her husband and her friends and God only knows what Greg is doing now. She wants to do well by all of them. That means something to her.
She lays in bed beside him, his arm slung over her body, thinking on that legacy. Greg blinks his eyes open, asks her to hand him the Vicodin on the bedside table, and she does. He's in pain, but she'll always try to make it all okay, even if she can't. Because what she remembers of all those drives to New York, all that time spent away from home, all that stress she was under, is his voice on the phone on those drives south, back into Jersey, telling her how proud he was of her, and how he'd be waiting for her when she got home.
Fandom: House
Pairing: Greg House/Brittany House
Prompt: #1 -- North
Word Count: 310
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: This entire series will be set post-current canon, of sorts. They will all take place after Brittany's retirement and in sync with as much of current House canon as I can muster. Her POV, very stream of consciousness.
Brittany hasn't gotten over the fact that she doesn't need to drive into New York every morning anymore. Her brain still thinks she's due for a long drive north into the city, when all she has to do is stay at home, and take a quick trip to the university.
She really grew to despise New York over the last year and a half. The traffic, the drive, the co-workers who were busy checking out her ass instead of doing their job. Granted, that opinion changed, over time and one disaster after another, but New York was never comfortable for her. Not like Southern California was. Not like Princeton is. Princeton is the place where she makes her home, and where she hopes to make her name. It's a place her husband loves.
She's reminded of that, every time she goes to work. That she's on the campus of a place her husband graduated from. That she works for one of the best schools in the country. That just across the way is Princeton-Plainsboro, with her husband and her friends and God only knows what Greg is doing now. She wants to do well by all of them. That means something to her.
She lays in bed beside him, his arm slung over her body, thinking on that legacy. Greg blinks his eyes open, asks her to hand him the Vicodin on the bedside table, and she does. He's in pain, but she'll always try to make it all okay, even if she can't. Because what she remembers of all those drives to New York, all that time spent away from home, all that stress she was under, is his voice on the phone on those drives south, back into Jersey, telling her how proud he was of her, and how he'd be waiting for her when she got home.