SOMETHING RANDOM ONCE AGAIN
Olivia crashed into the room, stumbling a few times as she threw her purse against the wall with force. House was lagging behind, wishing he was drunk enough to deal with this. He was drunk, this much was true, but he wasn’t as drunk as she was apparently. House could actually keep himself upright. Olivia was all over the place. Stumbling, damn near twisting her ankle in those heels of hers that she finally kicked off with force. House couldn’t help but feel somewhat amused at the situation. Couldn’t help but smirk at her pout, and huff, and stomp around the apartment like she was five again. He almost felt like asking her if she wanted some cheese with that whine, or something lame just to annoy her further, but something told him that this night wasn’t over. Especially with the way she kept looking at him. House removed his suit jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack as he undid a couple buttons at the top of his light blue dress shirt. He undid the button to the cuffs of the shirt, rolling his sleeves up as he kept his eyes on Olivia. He still couldn’t believe she had freaked out like that. Never had he seen her so enraged in his life, and all over him speaking to another girl? A girl who’s looks and personality would never amount to anything in his book. Hell, the woman was coming onto him. Which was something that didn’t happen too often. He didn’t think it would be so bad to at least make the woman think he was interested just to boost her ego. Even though House was never a people pleasing person, he didn’t mind being nice when he was liquored up.
The scene played threw his head over and over. Olivia’s hand gripping the thirty something’s frizzy hair, pulling…no slamming her to the ground with so much force. He had a hard time believing so much strength could be inside that petite body of hers. She man handled that grown woman, throwing her to the ground as if she was nothing but a sack of potatoes. Then the way she pinned her down and started punching her. Never stopping, like she couldn’t stop. Like something else was taking over her body and making her do this. Her words were so slurred, though he could make out a couple words. One was his name, another was ‘mine’. House glanced down a moment when thinking of that. He had always been the possessive one when it came to everyone. To hear her claim him as her own made him feel oddly content. It was nice to know that, for once, someone wanted him. He just wished he had heard it come from someone else. Someone who wasn’t his best friends daughter. Someone who wasn’t twenty-five years old. Why did everything have to end up like this for House? Why couldn’t he ever just have one simple happy ending someone that wanted him as much as he wanted them? He’d have that with Olivia, he knew this. He was starting to figure out quickly that perhaps it wasn’t him who was wrapped around her finger, but herself wrapped around his. He had the control, he could feel it. Otherwise, she wouldn’t still be throwing a fit in front of him, waiting for him to scold her. She was waiting for a fight, he could feel it. He just didn’t know if he felt like giving in.
“I’m going to bed. Beer’s in the fridge. Naked mud wrestling’s on channel 35. Have at it.” House said flatly as he began to cross the front room to make his way toward his room. Olivia stood up quickly, grabbing his arm.
“So that’s it? You’re just going to leave me?”
“I’m going in a room that’s two doors down from you.”
“Doesn’t matter! You’re still leaving me.” Olivia was so emotional. So vulnerable. He didn’t know if he could handle this now.
“Go to sleep, Olivia. You’re drunk.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
“So are you!”
House had to laugh, “Nowhere near as bad as you. Oh, and nice little sucker punch at the club! Good thing you were dressed like a hooker tonight. Cops tend to let you go when you’re dressed like you’d be willing to blow them at any minute.”
SMACK! It happened so quickly that House hardly believed it happened. She hit him. She backhanded him! Square in the jaw. She threw a good hit, his face was stinging like a bitch. He wasn’t about to let her know that, though. House looked toward her now, his blue eyes filling up with anger and something predatory. It was a look that made Olivia step back. House let the anger fuel him, and take over him as he ran his fingers against his red, slightly swollen skin. He snickered, shaking his head as he glared toward her now.
“Wow, not bad for a psycho bitch.” House spoke, his voice slightly low. Olivia scuffed and placed her hands on her waist. She nailed Wilson’s stance to a T. Mimicking everything he did when he was ready to argue with the always annoying Greg House. House despised that stance, and it made him even more angry the fact that she was just like her father. No wonder he wanted to strangle himself half the time she was around. It was so weird, his relationship with both Wilson and Olivia. It was as if he wanted them both out of his life, but then he knew he wouldn’t be able to survive without them. He hated that, even though he had teased Wilson and Olivia about being needy, that he was needy too.
“Go to hell.” Olivia muttered. House knew her guard was down now. She was scared. He used this against her as he walked closer to her, filling the space between them. She stepped back a bit, but not too much. She still tried to pretend that she was strong. That she could defeat House. She couldn’t. She never could.
“Awe, whets matter, Livvy? Does someone have a little crush on a attractive, blue eyed doctor?” House mocked her. Made fun of her, because he wanted her not to want him. She couldn’t want him. It had to be someone else, because this wasn’t right. Nothing about this situation was right, and he knew this. Even though he tried so hard to do the right thing, it never worked out for him. He was destined to make the wrong choices. That’s just the way it was.
“This was never a crush, House. It’s been going on for years now, and you know it. Don’t fucking talk down to me like I’m one of your patients, or your co-workers, or my father. I’m not them.”
“What do you want me to do, hmm? Tell you that I’m in love with you, and rescue you on my white horse and ride you off into the sunset? Cripple’s can’t ride horses.” House answered, his eyes staring down at hers as he saw the look in her big brown eyes. She looked so helpless, so used. House knew he was to blame for this, and inside, his stomach felt a stabbing pain.
“I just want you to admit it.”
“Admit what?” House’s voice raised.
“Admit that you started this shit! You are the one that started this between us! If you never would’ve kissed me I wouldn’t feel this way about you! God, it was bad enough that I had a crush on you since I was fifteen, and then you go and make it worse!” Olivia damn near screamed at him. She just wanted him to admit it already. She was so tired of him making it out to seem like she was the one that wanted this the most, and he had no part in it. When, in all actuality, he was the one who started this between them. House looked at her for a while, not remembering at first what she was talking about. When it finally hit him, he shot his gaze to the floor. God, she was right. He had made things the way they are now between them. It was at her twentith birthday party. House had gotten friendly with the spiked punch bowl, along with popping a few vicodin along with it. It was safe to say the guy was beyond smashed. He remembered he went to look for Wilson to ask where the beer was, when he saw Olivia sitting on her bed, crying. House, being nosy as usual, had walked in and asked her what was wrong. She had babbled about some boy that had told her that he loved her, and that he wanted to be with her forever, only to sleep with her, then not call. It was the oldest trick in the book. One that House used to use back in his younger years. Now, he would just admit he was only in it for the sex.
It still wasn’t right, but it was better than lying to them. Olivia was putting herself down. Saying that she wasn’t good enough, and that she was ugly. House just listened. He didn’t think this was the time for his sarcastic jokes, especially since he was so far gone. She had asked him ‘do you think I’m pretty’. He responded with ‘you’re beautiful’. He meant it, too. He admitted it because he was so messed up. He knew it was what she wanted to hear, also, but he still meant it. The way she had looked at him was as if she had been waiting for him to tell her that for an eternity. House had gotten lost in those soft, doe eyes of hers. Those innocent, large orbs that always seemed to hypnotize him anytime he was around. He placed his hand on her face, cradling her jaw as he pushed himself forward until his rough lips met her soft ones. The kiss had set his body on fire, and he felt her tremble against him. She kissed him back with so much passion, and hunger. He wanted to ask where the hell she had learned to kiss like this. So experienced, and begging for more. He remembered he had crawled on top of her, pinning her to her bed. She tasted so good, he only wanted more. He hadn’t realized until then that he had always wanted her. He deserved to have her. His hands never went anywhere toward her body. He didn’t know if he was too hesitate too, or if he didn’t want to stop kissing her anytime soon. All he knew, was he didn’t want to leave her side.
They stopped though the moment they heard her mother call for her. House had gotten up quickly, and left the room, and their home as soon as he could. He had stopped talking to Olivia for a while after that, but he never forgot. He could never get that kiss out of his mind even if he tried too. Olivia watched House now, seeing him keep his gaze to the floor. She felt the tears begin to rim her eyes as she shook her head, wanting to be anywhere but here right now.
“You probably don’t even remember, do you? I was just another one of your little conquests, hmm? You thought banging your best friend’s daughter would be a hot little fantasy, so you find her when she’s most vulnerable, kiss her, and leave. You never fucking cared about me. You never have! And you have the audacity to lecture me about dating Chase?! Make up your fucking mind, Greg! You either want me, or you don’t!” Olivia shouted at him. She was so enraged that all she wanted to do was punch his stupid face, then go to bed. Before Olivia could realize it, however, her back hit the wall quickly and House’s forehead was pressed against hers. He was so close to her face, she could feel his breath tickling her lips. His scruff prickled on her skin, scratching it as she looked into his blue eyes that held this look of pure rage.
“I think about that every single fucking day of my worthless life. You have been the only thing in my life that I haven’t fucked up. God, if you only knew the things I think about you…about me and you…Jesus you don’t have a fucking clue.” House’s voice was full of desperation as he placed his large hands on her face, bringing her face even closer until his lips brushed against hers when he talked. He knew he was fucking up right now. He shouldn’t be doing this, but damn it, he hated being blamed of things he didn’t do, or didn’t feel. “I want you so damn bad. I would do everything for you, don’t you get that? I would kill someone over you. I would tear them apart limb from limb if it made you happy. You don't understand how bad I've tried to supress this, how hard I tried to forget about you. And, yet, here you are again. Ruining my world in the best way possible."
“And don’t even mention Chase. That little asshole is lucky he’s not sporting my cane in his ass right now. You are mine, God damn it. Not his pathetic ass. I won’t let him have you, you hear me? Do you hear what I am saying? What I am admitting? You were never supposed to know this. You were never supposed to know that I lay in bed at night and think about how your body would feel against mine. How long I could take you. I wonder how much you can handle, how hard you can stand it. How much you can stand me before you break. I want to make you scream my name. I want to hear that you want me back. Fuck, Olivia, I’m willing to throw away my life for you. And you say I don’t care? Well, my dear, you are sadly mistaken.”
The scene played threw his head over and over. Olivia’s hand gripping the thirty something’s frizzy hair, pulling…no slamming her to the ground with so much force. He had a hard time believing so much strength could be inside that petite body of hers. She man handled that grown woman, throwing her to the ground as if she was nothing but a sack of potatoes. Then the way she pinned her down and started punching her. Never stopping, like she couldn’t stop. Like something else was taking over her body and making her do this. Her words were so slurred, though he could make out a couple words. One was his name, another was ‘mine’. House glanced down a moment when thinking of that. He had always been the possessive one when it came to everyone. To hear her claim him as her own made him feel oddly content. It was nice to know that, for once, someone wanted him. He just wished he had heard it come from someone else. Someone who wasn’t his best friends daughter. Someone who wasn’t twenty-five years old. Why did everything have to end up like this for House? Why couldn’t he ever just have one simple happy ending someone that wanted him as much as he wanted them? He’d have that with Olivia, he knew this. He was starting to figure out quickly that perhaps it wasn’t him who was wrapped around her finger, but herself wrapped around his. He had the control, he could feel it. Otherwise, she wouldn’t still be throwing a fit in front of him, waiting for him to scold her. She was waiting for a fight, he could feel it. He just didn’t know if he felt like giving in.
“I’m going to bed. Beer’s in the fridge. Naked mud wrestling’s on channel 35. Have at it.” House said flatly as he began to cross the front room to make his way toward his room. Olivia stood up quickly, grabbing his arm.
“So that’s it? You’re just going to leave me?”
“I’m going in a room that’s two doors down from you.”
“Doesn’t matter! You’re still leaving me.” Olivia was so emotional. So vulnerable. He didn’t know if he could handle this now.
“Go to sleep, Olivia. You’re drunk.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
“So are you!”
House had to laugh, “Nowhere near as bad as you. Oh, and nice little sucker punch at the club! Good thing you were dressed like a hooker tonight. Cops tend to let you go when you’re dressed like you’d be willing to blow them at any minute.”
SMACK! It happened so quickly that House hardly believed it happened. She hit him. She backhanded him! Square in the jaw. She threw a good hit, his face was stinging like a bitch. He wasn’t about to let her know that, though. House looked toward her now, his blue eyes filling up with anger and something predatory. It was a look that made Olivia step back. House let the anger fuel him, and take over him as he ran his fingers against his red, slightly swollen skin. He snickered, shaking his head as he glared toward her now.
“Wow, not bad for a psycho bitch.” House spoke, his voice slightly low. Olivia scuffed and placed her hands on her waist. She nailed Wilson’s stance to a T. Mimicking everything he did when he was ready to argue with the always annoying Greg House. House despised that stance, and it made him even more angry the fact that she was just like her father. No wonder he wanted to strangle himself half the time she was around. It was so weird, his relationship with both Wilson and Olivia. It was as if he wanted them both out of his life, but then he knew he wouldn’t be able to survive without them. He hated that, even though he had teased Wilson and Olivia about being needy, that he was needy too.
“Go to hell.” Olivia muttered. House knew her guard was down now. She was scared. He used this against her as he walked closer to her, filling the space between them. She stepped back a bit, but not too much. She still tried to pretend that she was strong. That she could defeat House. She couldn’t. She never could.
“Awe, whets matter, Livvy? Does someone have a little crush on a attractive, blue eyed doctor?” House mocked her. Made fun of her, because he wanted her not to want him. She couldn’t want him. It had to be someone else, because this wasn’t right. Nothing about this situation was right, and he knew this. Even though he tried so hard to do the right thing, it never worked out for him. He was destined to make the wrong choices. That’s just the way it was.
“This was never a crush, House. It’s been going on for years now, and you know it. Don’t fucking talk down to me like I’m one of your patients, or your co-workers, or my father. I’m not them.”
“What do you want me to do, hmm? Tell you that I’m in love with you, and rescue you on my white horse and ride you off into the sunset? Cripple’s can’t ride horses.” House answered, his eyes staring down at hers as he saw the look in her big brown eyes. She looked so helpless, so used. House knew he was to blame for this, and inside, his stomach felt a stabbing pain.
“I just want you to admit it.”
“Admit what?” House’s voice raised.
“Admit that you started this shit! You are the one that started this between us! If you never would’ve kissed me I wouldn’t feel this way about you! God, it was bad enough that I had a crush on you since I was fifteen, and then you go and make it worse!” Olivia damn near screamed at him. She just wanted him to admit it already. She was so tired of him making it out to seem like she was the one that wanted this the most, and he had no part in it. When, in all actuality, he was the one who started this between them. House looked at her for a while, not remembering at first what she was talking about. When it finally hit him, he shot his gaze to the floor. God, she was right. He had made things the way they are now between them. It was at her twentith birthday party. House had gotten friendly with the spiked punch bowl, along with popping a few vicodin along with it. It was safe to say the guy was beyond smashed. He remembered he went to look for Wilson to ask where the beer was, when he saw Olivia sitting on her bed, crying. House, being nosy as usual, had walked in and asked her what was wrong. She had babbled about some boy that had told her that he loved her, and that he wanted to be with her forever, only to sleep with her, then not call. It was the oldest trick in the book. One that House used to use back in his younger years. Now, he would just admit he was only in it for the sex.
It still wasn’t right, but it was better than lying to them. Olivia was putting herself down. Saying that she wasn’t good enough, and that she was ugly. House just listened. He didn’t think this was the time for his sarcastic jokes, especially since he was so far gone. She had asked him ‘do you think I’m pretty’. He responded with ‘you’re beautiful’. He meant it, too. He admitted it because he was so messed up. He knew it was what she wanted to hear, also, but he still meant it. The way she had looked at him was as if she had been waiting for him to tell her that for an eternity. House had gotten lost in those soft, doe eyes of hers. Those innocent, large orbs that always seemed to hypnotize him anytime he was around. He placed his hand on her face, cradling her jaw as he pushed himself forward until his rough lips met her soft ones. The kiss had set his body on fire, and he felt her tremble against him. She kissed him back with so much passion, and hunger. He wanted to ask where the hell she had learned to kiss like this. So experienced, and begging for more. He remembered he had crawled on top of her, pinning her to her bed. She tasted so good, he only wanted more. He hadn’t realized until then that he had always wanted her. He deserved to have her. His hands never went anywhere toward her body. He didn’t know if he was too hesitate too, or if he didn’t want to stop kissing her anytime soon. All he knew, was he didn’t want to leave her side.
They stopped though the moment they heard her mother call for her. House had gotten up quickly, and left the room, and their home as soon as he could. He had stopped talking to Olivia for a while after that, but he never forgot. He could never get that kiss out of his mind even if he tried too. Olivia watched House now, seeing him keep his gaze to the floor. She felt the tears begin to rim her eyes as she shook her head, wanting to be anywhere but here right now.
“You probably don’t even remember, do you? I was just another one of your little conquests, hmm? You thought banging your best friend’s daughter would be a hot little fantasy, so you find her when she’s most vulnerable, kiss her, and leave. You never fucking cared about me. You never have! And you have the audacity to lecture me about dating Chase?! Make up your fucking mind, Greg! You either want me, or you don’t!” Olivia shouted at him. She was so enraged that all she wanted to do was punch his stupid face, then go to bed. Before Olivia could realize it, however, her back hit the wall quickly and House’s forehead was pressed against hers. He was so close to her face, she could feel his breath tickling her lips. His scruff prickled on her skin, scratching it as she looked into his blue eyes that held this look of pure rage.
“I think about that every single fucking day of my worthless life. You have been the only thing in my life that I haven’t fucked up. God, if you only knew the things I think about you…about me and you…Jesus you don’t have a fucking clue.” House’s voice was full of desperation as he placed his large hands on her face, bringing her face even closer until his lips brushed against hers when he talked. He knew he was fucking up right now. He shouldn’t be doing this, but damn it, he hated being blamed of things he didn’t do, or didn’t feel. “I want you so damn bad. I would do everything for you, don’t you get that? I would kill someone over you. I would tear them apart limb from limb if it made you happy. You don't understand how bad I've tried to supress this, how hard I tried to forget about you. And, yet, here you are again. Ruining my world in the best way possible."
“And don’t even mention Chase. That little asshole is lucky he’s not sporting my cane in his ass right now. You are mine, God damn it. Not his pathetic ass. I won’t let him have you, you hear me? Do you hear what I am saying? What I am admitting? You were never supposed to know this. You were never supposed to know that I lay in bed at night and think about how your body would feel against mine. How long I could take you. I wonder how much you can handle, how hard you can stand it. How much you can stand me before you break. I want to make you scream my name. I want to hear that you want me back. Fuck, Olivia, I’m willing to throw away my life for you. And you say I don’t care? Well, my dear, you are sadly mistaken.”